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 Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 2:00 pm
At first, the feline's response did not seem to take the questions seriously.
"Well... why not?" She laughed slightly as her collar seemed to keep up that sort of cheer with its jingling. However, ********* was smart enough to know that wasn't a good enough answer. "Yes, I am able to do all of that... I can't always do it all in one day, but I do keep a rather packed schedule."
The question of Why was always tricky. Yet, the guardian never seemed to hesitate with the response for it. "I do it because I need to. It's what I am meant to do. It helps to keep this city safer... I'd say safe, but that would be a lie, since the Negaverse is present and an ever constant threat."
The cat glanced up to Layton as she nibbled on that thumbnail. "You know... I don't mean to be a nag, but I have heard that chewing on your nails is a bad habit."
It was a bit of a random change in subject, but soon enough the manx was back to what she had been saying before her observation. "...anyways... if I have to sacrifice a little bit of 'me time' to help keep this city safer... then I don't mind at all!" Some people (or cats) might have said such things just to sound dutiful, but there was something absolutely genuine about the way ********* proclaimed her views. She practiced what she preached, it was as simple as that!
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:12 pm
Layton immediately dropped her hands at ********* nail-biting request. She was such a pushover.
"So you're saying ... you protect it because its your duty..." she mumbled, more to herself than to *********, though it was still loud enough for her feline companion to hear. She threaded her fingers through her braids nervously.
Stuttering a little, she said, "H-********* can I t-t-tell you a secret?" She hadn't entrusted this secret to anyone, and who better to tell than a cat? Then again ... it would probably be better if she didn't choose a TALKING cat, but that was another matter entirely.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 9:58 am
"Indeedy doo! You got it right!" Had she the ability to clap her paws together at the moment, it sounded like the little animal might have done that. Of course, at the moment she was using said paws to walk, so that made it all the more difficult.
However, the guardian couldn't help but pause in step as the girl seemed to stumble upon her own words. "A secret? Oh goodness, if I had a nickel for every time someone confided a secret in me... I'd have an awful lot of nickels! Maybe I'd be able to afford myself a box of kitty treats! The little fish-shaped ones! Or a bagel... a bagel is probably cheaper if I were to guess..." Shaking away the stray thoughts of food, the feline went back to the initial question. "I do believe you can share a secret with me if you feel so inclined."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 4:09 pm
"Umm. O-O-Okay, but ... I can't show you here," Layton said, looking around. Technically, she really couldn't just transform in the middle of a street in broad daylight without warning, but ... well part of her was also chickening out. She wasn't quite sure if she was ready.
Still looking up and down the street, she said, "C-Could you maybe meet me at th-the Lincoln Park?" she realized her error and started shaking her hands back and forth. "I-I mean if you don't want to, you don't have to okay I'm s-sorry for imposing that on you." She was back to square one.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 9:24 am
The feline tilted her head ever so slightly as the girl made her statement. "...not here, huh?" Well, that sounded suspicious if anything. However, the cat had worked with many individuals in the past who might have said the same thing considering the current situation.
"...well... I can handle Lincoln Park, but you will need to tell me a time... though I also have to point out that it is much trickier for cats to find clocks. It is not like we run around carrying watches or anything!" Obviously the last part was a joke, for ********* let out a giggle or two.
"Just make sure you don't stand me up, Layton," she added playfully before she was turning to face another direction, ready to bound off for the time being. The girl obviously had somewhere to be.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 8:44 pm
Later that night, Layton sat listlessly on the swing. It was dark, so all of the mothers and fathers with children had gone home. Even the teenagers who were goofing off were gone. She was totally alone.
Totally terrified. Layton was scared of the dark, and the park was not doing her wonders. She kept replaying stories in her mind of park murders and scary creeps. It was scary.
She would stay though, because she had asked *********. She was so much of a pushover that she would never miss an appointment, even if it was dangerous for her. She just didn't want to upset people!
So Layton contented herself by humming small diddies to herself, to try and keep her nerves calmed.
It wasn't working well.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 9:54 am
********* was no ninja. It was practically impossible because she wore a bell collar. She could try sneaking about, but that jingling noise would always follow her movements. It was basically pointless, and so the manx did not even try to sneak about.
She approached the playground where the pair had decided to meet and soon enough came across the swing-hog, Layton.
Drawing close in front of the girl's line of vision, the feline started making the poor girl's name into a song. "Layton... Laaaaaytoooooon... lay lay lay lay, ton ton ton ton!" With a few giggles, she then invited herself into hopping onto the girl's lap.
"...so... what's up?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:19 am
Layton heard the strange sing-song version of her name, along with the bell. Her mind wasn't even connecting the dots she was so terrified. To her, some killer was coming along to kill her with a bell. Maybe it was a ghost dog coming to haunt her. She seemed to recall a cousin's dog that had a bell that died a long time ago- like when she was little. Maybe it had come for revenge!
The odd Layton song continued, and so did her shivering. This was getting really scary and spooky. She was going to die, wasn't she? Layton was absolutely convinced that something was coming to kill her.
So when ********* jumped up on her all friendly like, Layton gave a piercing shriek (********* poor ears!) and fell right off the swing. Right onto the ground with a big WHUMPF.
When she realized it was just *********, Layton wibbled, "H-H-*********! I didn't know it was y-you! Are you okay?" Somehow, it was easier for her to talk to animals than humans and ********* was no exception. She felt bad about falling onto the ground, but even worse that ********* might have been hurt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 11:53 am
That most definitely had not been what she was expecting. Ears pinned back flat against her skull as this girl rather clumsily fell off the swing. Fortunately, ********* was already in her lap, so aside from some slight shifting, she was completely okay.
"...oh goodness... you'll wake up everyone in a three mile radius, Layton!" Her scolding was completely playful, accented with a few giggles as her ears cautiously seemed to perk up again to their usual place.
With a gentle pat of her paw against the girl's stomach, she reassured "I am quite fine... however... I should be asking you the same question... quite the tumble there! I mean, it is good that there was sand underneath you to soften the landing, but still... hopefully that didn't hurt you."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 12:04 pm
Layton's eyes were tearing up, but it was a kneejerk reaction. She was quite used to being tossed around, and tears just sort of came out every five seconds. They stopped almost as soon as they started, and Layton used her sleeve to wipe them off under her thick glasses.
As ********* scolded her, Layton sat up and said, "S-Sorry I didn't mean to." She looked around to see if anyone else had heard her in the night, but it seemed as though the coast was clear. This park was usually pretty empty at night- it was a real kids place.
She brushed herself off a little and said, "N-No I'm fine thank you." It'd been a while since anyone had pushed her over and apologized for it! A smile crossed her face. She quite liked this *********. Even if she was a little ... pushy (AHAHA PUNS).
"I-If I'm going to sh-show you my secret I need you to um ... well to um ... get off my b-body?" she said, looking around. She couldn't really power up while sitting down after all! "I m-mean if you want to, you don't have to move at all if you'd like oh gosh."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 10:57 am
"Oh good! Definitely don't need you dislocating your shoulder again to the point where it needs to be reset again!"
At the request, the manx simply just hopped off of the girl's body. It was curious why she'd need the small animal to move, but she was not about to argue against it. "There we go.. now secret time!" she said cheerfully from her new spot in the sand.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:03 am
Layton looked around the park a few more times, absolutely paranoid that someone was about to come around the corner and see her "secret." You really could never be too careful with transformation! There was always the danger that someone would find you and reveal your identity.
"O-Okay, but ... just ... don't laugh okay," she said quietly. After taking a few deep breaths and muttering a bit of encouragement to herself, she transformed into the knight Peklo, right there in the park next to ********* transformed, Peklo said, "I-I um ... I'm a knight of Ch-Chronos. We f-fought together in the Surrounding." Well, if you could call anything Peklo did as "fighting." More cowering and letting others deal with the problem.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:52 pm
If it hadn't been for the girl's polite request to not laugh, the feline probably would have chuckled a bit at what had become of the girl. However, being the sort to mind her manners, she merely sat her haunches down in the sand.
"Ah, so you are like Celsus then... goodness, there were apparently a lot of knights there!" Rather than laugh, the feline smiled a little wider. "It is a pleasure to meet you... again... though now I need a name for when you are in this form."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 6:06 pm
"La-" she began, and then realized the cat meant her other name. Her knight name. "Peklo," she amended softly.
Wait, the cat had said Celsus- Celsus! Peklo visibly brightened up when she recognized the name. A very rare friend in the knight business. "Ah! Y-Yes I know Celsus," she said, "He was v-very nice to me." She was tugging on the ends of her braids nervously- though why she was nervous had nothing to do with what she was talking about.
Instead, she was more worried about their location. Meeting in the park hadn't been such a good idea after all. It was really dark and scary! "I-Is there any ch-chance I could go home now?" she asked.
Maybe crawl under a rock while she was at it. Change her identity and never come back.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:03 pm
"Peklo... that's a very adorable name... much like yourself... so it is quite fitting!" The manx purred slightly before lifting up her haunches and meandering towards the girl's ankles, rubbing up slightly against the poofy bottoms of her pants.
"Celsus is a nice young man in general..." ********* easily complimented before adding something else. "True story: I grabbed his butt one time... though it was completely on accident!" Figuring that since the butt of the joke was upon herself rather than timid Peklo, the feline giggled.
The girl seemed quite fidgety still, so the feline commented "You could, though you might have a cute cat following you there. Though, I am certain we could find a more private place to talk if you would rather me not follow you home."
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