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 Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 7:57 am
Her mouth lifted up from the cookie she was working on. "There is a difference between taking me to your Queen and just telling me where she is at." And just as quickly, her mouth was back upon the cookie. She nibbled and chewed and only got halfway through the cookie before she took another break.
By that point, the conversation had turned into something she didn't mind speaking of. "Well, I enjoy playing when I get the chance. I am usually too busy to play though... but I sneak it in when I can." The life of a stray was something most did not desire because there were so many uncertainties about it. Food and comfort were not always guaranteed. However, ********* had been easily able to locate people with large hearts who were willing to claim her as their "stray pet" all across the city. She belonged to nobody, yet she was loved by many.
"I suppose you could say I enjoy a lot of the basic feline activities... however, there are some things that I enjoy that cats usually don't appreciate." She didn't elaborate. Not yet. It seemed that the cookie had regained her attentions and once more her teeth were plucking away at the edges of the cookie, one bite at a time.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:42 am
He was getting the feeling that he knew no more or less than he had before other than the guardian cat was not the type to let things slip. Just like Grendel, she knew who to trust and how to play around. It was clear she knew the limitations of his weapon as of now considering she wasn't running for her life, and she also tested what he'd reveal to her as she refused to let anything be known by him.
Oh well. Business aside, he guessed he should see this as just an encounter with a strange cat. "Well then, I guess I should ask something knew. What was your name again?" He said, pausing, before wondering if she would tell him the truth or play games again. "...and if you like cookies and cat things, do you like being petted?" Wolframite admitted that the little cat was more than adorable, and he wanted to make a small amends for crushing her. That or, if she felt like it, she could bite him. Either way, he'd feel better in the end.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 10:00 pm
The cat looked up for a moment, as if thinking. In a thoughtful voice, she pointed something out. "Well, I suppose you can say I have many names. It is what happens when you make friends I suppose. Some call me simple names, such as Kitty or Cat."
For a moment, the manx remembered a very particular blonde.
"Some give me cuter names, like Fluffy or Scraps or Miss Puff." She giggled, because some of them seemed rather silly. Especially silly if one knew the cat could actually talk. "Others name me for the shape of the mark upon my head. I've been called Starshine before, amongst other things." She sighed, thinking over all of the names she had been given.
"And because I love everyone who has given me a name, all of those names are my name." Even Ellie's horribly bland name for the manx was appreciated.
She nibbled on the rest of her cookie before seeming to perk up a bit. "Do I like being petted? No, I LOVE being petted!" As if asking silently for some loving, the cat leaned a bit against the grate. It was not necessarily wise, but this boy had yet to prove he would openly harm her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 8:12 pm
It was a misconception to say that were allergic to cats should and did hate them. He didn't. He hated his allergies. In no way did he hate a cat for just existing and giving off dander. He actually wished he had a cat. Well, he wished he had any pet. So, for some rare moments he could convince a stray that he had food and wouldn't hurt them, he tried to get any small pet that he could. Often times, while on patrol, he would throw scraps and feed a dog here or a cat here, and like the many people who adopted *********, say they were their pet. It was sad, yes, but it was the only way he could have a pet.
True, he could be in deep trouble for getting along with an enemy cat, but he just didn't have the heart at the moment to hate the cat enough to kill it. The grate did help that temptation. It kept him from doing what duty demanded and let him have a guilty pleasure.
Smiling, he slipped a few fingers between the grate and enjoyed the few small moments of just petting the cat as best he could. "Then, I guess, if you have no preference, that I'll call you Cookie. You are very sweet." Not that he would admit to anyone on his side that he both talked to, fed, and named a guardian cat from the senshi side.
Like the cookies, those would be his little guilty pleasure and private secret.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:23 am
It was such a pity that he had chosen the side he had. Then again, it was a pity anybody would pick the Negaverse. It most certainly was a completely a** backwards group, many claiming they were looking out for the interest of Earth while more or less harming those they claim they are looking out for. The moment fingers squeezed through the grate, the feline eagerly leaned into his fingers, guiding his fingers into petting very key points behind her ear. Even with the small amount of petting she'd get, a gentle rumbling sound escaped the small animal.
"I like that name, Captain. Very thought out." She nodded her head before musing aloud. "Now... what name to give to you, Captain..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 8:56 am
The simple pleasures that most pet owners got to enjoy on a regular bases were new and grand to him. A purring cat made him smile, and he delighted in the noise. A simple 'you are doing well, and the cat likes it' sort of statement that came with such a simple sound. It was like a rumbling machine, yet had that deep rolling sound, something organic, not mechanic, that came from within. While he couldn't exactly tell when a cat was smiling or glaring, Cookie could at least tell him, and her assurance that he was getting the act of petting down was enough to make him feel that not only did he want to pet her for longer, but that he wished he had a cat of his own (allergies be damned).
Despite their rather precious moment together, he shook his head at the name. He knew by now the mistake that came from giving out a name. Even now, the Negaverse was accumulating names for their own information gathering system. Who could say the senshi would do the same?
"Whatever you want to call me, Cookie." He said, giving her the same option of just giving him a name. Anything would be better than the one the lion-boy senshi gave him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 2:09 pm
The cat let out an airy giggle. "So I am allowed to call you Sir Puffington of the McFluffer House?" The manx giggled again before seriously thinking of a legitimate nickname for the boy. He wasn't very big or scary in all honesty, despite being a Captain of the Negaverse. He was missing an eye and wore green and grey.
"No, no, I wouldn't call you that name," she reassured before introducing his new name. "No, I think Patches would be the best name I can come up with for you, Captain." It was a suiting nickname since it did not make him seem scary in the slightest. It was a name suiting for a boy who had been sucked into the Negaverse's plans. As much as she enjoyed the petting, the cat also did enjoy being able to continue with her searching for the evening. So eventually, she had to ask the question.
"Do you have any particular plans for your patrolling this evening, Patches?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:48 am
"Patches?" He blinked a few times at the name, and didn't know if he should feel insulted or not. More than he liked to show, he was touchy about the patch over his eye. While he wished everyone could ignore it, he was quickly realizing that that would never happen. People would see it first, and then start wondering. Seeing as ********* wasn't one to talk to Castor, he guessed that either communication with cats wasn't on the top of the list (vital info?), or maybe within the entire group. For whatever reason, the way she presented the name without having the jab that an insult had made it easier to roll the issue off his shoulders. She was a cat. She probably heard people call other cats Patches all the time, so she would simply assume it was a nice name for a person. He could see that logic rather easily. "Patches works."
While it was nice to shoot the breeze, their cookies were running out and so was this fleeting moment. When work was mentioned, his mind pulled back to reality and the great divide between their two fractions called him back to duty. To responsibility. To work. "Oh, yes. That." He felt bad calling it 'that'. Guilty even. "Well, I certainly can't reveal what I do on a regular basis. Just what any determined person on my side would do. I assume you will be getting back to work." He dusted his fingers off and crumpled up his bag, done with his food, his break, and sadly, this conversation.
He pushed himself up to stand on the ledge, and looked down at what he could make of the small cat. "It was nice talking to you, Cookie. Remember, if you ever decide to change sides, I'll be happy to see you with us. It was fun meeting you - much better than the first time." He wished he could pet her some more.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 12:45 pm
Under normal circumstances, the feline would have been back to work quite quickly. However, she was more or less cornered at the moment, and the only way out was through the small opening she had slipped through to get into the grate. "I will get back to work when I get back to work. I think I need a bath before I get back though." With all of the cookie she had eaten, she could feel all sorts of crumbs just lingering in her fur.
"Until we meet again, Patches!" And with that, the cat began her cleaning regiment. She needed to make herself look busy while she waited for the boy to create some distance. She didn't think he'd hang around too much longer, but if he tried to hide and lay in wait, he had another thing coming. The manx would remain there until she could sense his energy had left the vicinity.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 10:20 am
Despite her caution, Wolframite had no intention of hiding in the shadows (a skill he was good at), and waiting for the cat to slip out of her sanctuary. Instead, he was more concerned about finding a bathroom to wash his hands now that the cat brought up the fact that they had just eaten. Petting a cat, as lovely as it was, probably had made his hands dirty too. She did say she was a stray - though he wouldn't insult Cookie by telling her this.
Crumbling the bag (he'd throw it in the trash as he did not believe in littering), he turned to the little cat. "Tell then. And...whatever happens, I hope you understand it's duty. It was at least nice meeting you this time around. Goodbye." And slowly, he took a step and then dropped from the ledge, landing to a lower roof and then down to the street. While it had been nice to just sit and talk, he knew that if they should meet again, it probably wouldn't be as pleasant as the meeting they just had.
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