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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 4:34 pm
Faust squinted. Faust squinted hard. He saw the letters, saw how they fit together. He sounded out one of the words in his head. It didn't sound right. In fact, it sounded damn weird.
"Ah-ooh-tuh-oh. Ah-toe. Auto? Aw hell that ain't fish at all!" The guardian huffed plaintively, his breath coming out as a puff on the cooling autumn air. But Faust wasn't entirely out of luck — a quick peer inside informed him of a few things of note. The great rolling door to the garage sat open, with a car plainly inside, and a person plainly underneath the car, and food plainly left near the garage floor while said person tried to work through their lunch break. And said person didn't feel like they had a starseed to awaken, so Faust had no trouble stealing said food from said person. Finders keepers and all.
Hell, they should be thanking Faust for the lesson on vigilance.
And that was about the first and only time that Faust thought efficiency was worthwhile. At least he'd be getting a damn nice meal out of it.
The overgrown puff slunk close to the ground, keeping nearer to the tire stops lining the driveways to the bay doors. Being black, he blended well with the tarmac and slipped around the corner without incident. Once inside, he stalked the plate of food slowly, kept an eye on the worker beneath the car, then made a mad dash for the deliciously unguarded meats.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 8:29 am
Regan was engrossed with the work under the engine of the car. It needed replacement parts in multiple places, and since she was one of three people in the shop, it wasn't hard for her to just throw herself into the work.
It had been a week since Laby's attack on her and since then, she hadn't powered up at all. She avoided the man like the plauge in all sorts of way. She even thought about moving, so that Chase wouldn't be able to find her but since she was living on her uncle's name and pay wage, she didn't think she could afford an apartment to herself now.
Plus who would rent to a kid like her?
Her stomach growled, her lunch (a simple tuna sandwich) was left forgotten and she did her best to ignore the hunger pangs that came with well...hunger. She was almost done.
Once the part was in place and wrenched in, she pushed herself out of under the car, wiping the grease from her hands on her overalls. Sitting up, she was just in time to see a fluffy black cat making moves on her sandwich.
"You could've asked." She said softly, her face normally stoic, but since she didn't expect a response from the cat, she just sighed. She'd get something from the vending machine in a second.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2017 7:35 pm
Faust didn't compensate for smooth garage floors in his pounce, however.
The cat landed just shy of the plate, intending to shove his face wholesale into the sandwich, but instead slid and bumped it a good few feet across the room. By the time he coasted to a stop, the sandwich sat three feet away and his surprise attack was already ruined. Someone already slid out from beneath the car and tried to scold him for it. Faust huffed plaintively in response.
The hell fun is it if I ask? Imma cat, I don't need to ask for s**t. "Meow," he offered as a snotty reply. He rose, walked to the disturbed sandwich, and sat behind it as to make eye contact with the owner while he licked the bread. Keratin-ridden kitty tongue started to brush the slice aside, revealing the delicious tuna contents beneath.
She looks like she's got some damn face problem like Quenton. She gonna be his next bad choice in dating. Sheeit. Better eat her sandwich before she gets any ideas.
Ain't nobody checkin' my collar today.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2017 11:13 am
Did a cat just sass her? Did it really just give her a snooty meow and slowly flip the bread over?
She couldn't believe it. Her face shifted into a soft frown before scrunching up.
"Got a little attitude don't you, for a thief." She rose a brow before sliding over from her spot to her tool box and weighing out some tools. "Not sure how you got in here, so you better eat quick before Uncle finds you." Not that her uncle wouldn't spoil the creature.
In fact she was worried Chase would try to keep the cat and put it on her and all those times that Paul hurt her pets came back and she didn't want that.
"Or you got a owner or something."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2017 8:31 pm
Faust grunted into his meal. If the lady was dumb enough to let a cat eat her lunch, then he was going to take all the time he damn well pleased to chow it down. Tuna was meant to be savored, not gobbled — the only s**t Faust gobbled down was land food. Turkey and beef and chicken. But this was tuna, the delicious canned stuff that went down easy and tasted sorta like aluminum. Like hell was he gonna chomp his way through so fast.
Faust didn't know who Uncle was, and he didn't give a damn either. Ain't no cat like Faust, and if Faust could make his way through youma-infested blocks of town after being baseballed through the window of a Verizon store, then some uncle couldn't hope to do s**t to him.
Faust ate his way through about a quarter of the sandwich before the ombre girl mentioned anything about owners. Of course, Faust couldn't be owned by anybody — ain't no one out there who could tame Faust — but humans were always looking for fellow human live-ins. No cat had an owner, and everybody knew that. So Faust pawed at his neck a bit, felt his collar unhitch, and gracelessly kicked it over with a back foot. While there was no name on it, its presence enough meant he had some human on the side.
He already had a staff member, but if she wanted to give him her services… She could come over and put her hands to work scratching his ears.
Smack, smack, smack went kitty jaws as he worked away on her sandwich, eliminating half the tuna on the bread. The mayo made it pretty rich, though, and he might need to find a place to barf…
Looking around, he couldn't find any shoes to victimize. The hell.
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Posted: Wed Nov 22, 2017 7:53 pm
Regan wouldn't consider herself dumb, just soft enough to allow the cat to keep eating.
What made her more curious about the cat is when she had asked was that he popped his collar off and pushed it over to her and WOW, he was a snappy little thing wasn't he?
Made her wonder if he wasn't a guardian cat or something.
"You could've stolen this too?" She dangled the collar before scooting closer and reaching out carefully. She hadn't had a pet in years and the last one she had really let close was the guardian cat of the wolves, Silk.
Her fingers dipped low enough to touch his head and then down his neck and back. She repeated it once, and then twice.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2017 6:07 pm
She countered his collar with theft and Faust huffed. She defeated him the same way Quenton defeated him when dealing with noncombat bullshit: with logic and questions. And Faust didn't have patience for either of those.
Faust wasn't gonna take her s**t about his collar. Steal it? Who the hell would steal weird s**t like that? I'd sooner eat it. And the thought crossed his mind, more than once; if he wasn't so sure Alois would poison the damned thing, he'd have eaten it long ago. But he couldn't just tell her that, it'd ruin his mystique.
He needed that mystique to remain attractive to the ladies.
So he let her scooch closer. He let her tote her grease-stained a** across the floor and reach toward him with dirty fingers. Hell, he'd seen the inside of dumpsters. Ain't nothing worse than that. But as she touched his puffy head, he sprung the ultimate trap to silence any further injuries to his ego: he put his soft kitty paw on her lips. You shut your whore mouth about my collar, fool. Ain't nobody gonna wanna steal that dumpster trash.
He did, however, offer a feline grunt of superiority. Then he took his paw away and expected her to follow the rules. She could get three fullbody pets and one extra pet on the head — any more than that, and she'd taste feline wrath.pixie nyxie she can recognize him as a guardian cat by the star on his head!
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2017 7:32 pm
If she knew that she was checkmating a guardian cat in logic, she might've actually been amused by the idea.
The minute the paw touched her mouth, she knew this was no ordinary cat and once she saw the star, she frowned.
"So, what's a guardian cat doing in my garage?" She sat back now, letting her fingers drop and resisted the urge to snag him by the neck. She didn't know if he was an order or chaos one and she didn't care.
Guardian cats seemed to bring just as much trouble as normal ones did.
"Missing your senshi aren't you?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2017 10:53 am
"Sheeit." Faust grew spoiled on the fact that nearly no one recognized him. Or when they did recognize him, it was as Ouija and not as a guardian cat. And if they did know he was a guardian cat, it was because the ******** was already powered up and either getting their a** pounded into a manhole or they were on his side. But staring down a civilian? How the hell was he supposed to know which side this b***h was on?
He just wanted the goddamn tuna sandwich.
"Hell naw," he declared proudly, puffing his chest out. "I don't need no damn senshi to follow me around. I'm the one keepin Blondie's a** outta trouble." Wait. s**t. What if she knows who Blondie is.
Aw hell, I gotta get my a** outta dodge if this b***h ain't on our side. Ain't like weird hair's a giveaway for Dark Mirror or Negaverse.
"Look Snowflake, you left a tuna sammich out. I was hungry. i was like, I'mma eat that tuna sammich and ain't no one gonna stop me. Well guess what? No one stopped me.
"Know what that means? It means deuces, b***h!" Faust spat as strongly as he could, before he turned and tried to hightail out of the garage. Epoxied floors foiled him, however, and the cat ran at length while going exactly nowhere.
Maybe he shoulda tried walking out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 6:17 pm
Regan didn't so it, but she was actually quite shocked when a deeper more manly voice came from the cat. Especially since the only cats she knew were Silk and he was a bit um...not as mature....sounding.
"I see." She sat back, looking at him curiously. "There's a lot of trouble in town, Little cat. for keeping Blondie safe...." She shook her head.
"Snowflake." She scoffed immediately, amused in her own way, again her face didn't show it.
Since he was stuck in his spot, she got up and lifted the cat by the scruff, because she knew better and his claws could find her skin. Once she had a strong grip, she took the guardian and set him on her workbench.
"If all you wants tuna, I can get you more." She deposited the cat and then went to collect the dish. "Or if you want something else? For the road." She offered since the cat was most likely gonna dash. "Unless you're the kind to turn down free food."
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2017 3:08 am
Even as she lifted him, his catly paws scrambled in the air. He got as far as a dozen mental feet before his legs gave up the motion. The scruffling touched the bundle of nerves that left him paralyzed and he hung like a boneless, heavy mass in her grip.
It was easy, past that point, to act like Nothing Happened.
He couldn't move again until she plopped him on a metal workbench, and Faust huffed at the cold steel kissing his kitty balls. He sat anyway, too proud to show his discomfort. "Sheeit, if I knew you were gonna be like that, I wouldn'ta tried to leave. Like hell am I gonna turn down free food. Do I look like a dumbass alley cat to you? Well, do I?" If Faust had eyebrows to raise, one would be cocked in a lidded, judgmental stare. He dared her to say yes so he could turn those giant-a** curls into cat toys.
That'll teach her. Blondie never liked brushing out his morning rat's nest when Faust would biscuit into his hair. Why would this girl be any different?
"What sorta dipshit Mauvians you meetin' that would run away from free food?" The idea sounded completely dumb to him. He often saw clips of movies in shop windows where people would refuse to eat the food someone else gave them, and he never got why. It's food! It goes in the mouth and out the a**! "You tell those cats they makin' us Mauvans look bad. Hella bad."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2017 1:29 pm
"You seemed like a hit and dash sort." She offered helpfully instead and went over to the small lunch break area to get the food. A hot pocket was placed in the microwave for herself why she went about opening another can of tuna and dumping it on a paper plate for the cat.
"No." She looked over at him, "Look like you know how to live well even off the worst of things." If he played with her hair though, the girl would've let him. She would take care of it later and it was probably in need of a trim anyways.
"I've only met two. One liked sweets and the other liked corndogs, so...." She shrugged and studied the cat more. "They were kittens if that makes it any more different." When the ding went off for her hot pocket, she returned to get it before taking a small nibble in it.
"Do all guardian cats just start talking if they are found out to be one?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2017 4:28 am
"The hell's wrong with them kittens? They brain damaged or some s**t? Corn dogs I can get, but candy? Ain't no self-respectin' cat goin' after candy… I bet you dropped that kitten on its head." Faust side-eyed her heavily, his latent fatherly instincts causing him to quirk a brow.
Faust wasted no time approaching the break counter, then hopped up atop it for the tuna deposit. As he ate, he tried to speak through the chewed food. Sizable chunks of meat occasionally fell from his face while he talked to the inquisitive probably-powered-thing. "Think about it, Snowflake. You're a cat. People gonna look at you and they gonna think, 'cat'. And cats go 'meow', n' s**t. They don't speak. They don't really got brains in their head. So people gonna expect you to wander around, do cat things, and meow at them. And lemme tell you, it's a b***h and a half to try to explain to some random a*****e why you can speak.
"So it's just keep yo' fat mouth shut about it unless they know better. And you know better." Gold eyes watched her unblinkingly while she fiddled with her Hot Pocket.
Faust couldn't resist it much longer. He reached out with a fluffy paw and fwapped one of the boisterous curls that danced around her face and back. It bounced liberally, so he fwapped it again. "Sheeit, girl, it's like you got built in cat toys stuck to yo' head."
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 9:55 am
"I don't have kittens." She rose a brow, "Couldn't....before." She added but didn't delve deeper. If Paul knew she had animals, he would've taken them...and....
She paid attention to his eating/talking more then dwelling into the past. She continued to eat her hot pocket as he spoke and she was getting the idea of what he was saying. Sometimes camouflage was better.
"Don't worry, I like to keep my secrets too." She raised a brow, "You can do me a favor too by not telling anyone that I lived a powered up life." She took a bite and then froze as her hair was batted.
"Th....they're..." She flushed, a small blush escaping from her face before she took another bite. "just...curls...."
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 9:37 am
"These ******** are cat toys, don't try to sell me some damn story that they ain't," Faust shot back proudly. He had her all figured out now, he was sure of it.
She was some girl named Snowflake who worked in a garage and secretly liked cats. What a goddamn easy read. Quenton would be jealous of him for figuring it out so fast. Hell, he should tell Quenton —
wait, didn't she say not to tell anyone about her powered life. "Sheeit, I keep those secrets all damn day. You want me to keep yours, then you better get on out there and kick some a** as much as you can. Faust don't tolerate no layabouts," he finished with a huff.
Swiftly, he made off with another mouthful of tuna. "Now, I'mma keep comin' back here to make sure you're doin' your job. An' I don't mean jus' swingin' around wrenches n' s**t at every car that looks at you funny."pixie nyxie tl;dr faust invites himself over weekly
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