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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 3:43 am
"He got better than he deserved," Chariklo said, her voice a hate-filled growl. "Your Thraen should have chucked his a** into a landfill. Or dumped him in the sewers."
That someone like Bischofite could have rated that kind of care and gentleness after all the horrible things he'd done and the pain he'd inflicted on others... It boggled the mind. She was startled out of her musings by Faust's apparent obliviousness to basic Christmas traditions and had to laugh at the idea of Scrooge as a ******** hell, cat. You've honestly never heard that story? Charles Dickens' 'Christmas Carol'? Scrooge was an old, greedy b*****d who treated people like s**t. Got visited by the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present and Future over the course of one Christmas Eve night. Woke up a changed man who loved the holiday, was kind and generous to all, blah blah blah. Basically, the Ghosts were his warning that he had better fix his s**t 'fore he died and was shunted straight to Hell."
A snort was all the answer she was willing to give to the idea of her becoming a Princess. Faust had a better chance of that then she did. Absently, she rubbed her cheek against his side and did her best to not roll her eyes at his lack of a reaction the the idea of time lines. He was always more about the action, she remembered, accessing some of the less volatile memories. Never a deep thinker.
"Depends on how willing y'are to hop a plane to California. I ain't going near the east coast beaches with winter coming on. I prefer to not freeze to death, thanks."
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2015 6:55 am
"Try tellin' him that. Dude cut off his hand though. He went through all this damn work to make Bischofite's hand bones into jewelry. I coulda chewed on that s**t." Faust huffed. Sometimes he felt as though his senshi didn't consider his needs when making decisions. As a cat, he felt perfectly capable of consuming raw bone and benefitting from it - no matter the donor, in this case.
Faust blinked several times at Chariklo when she explained the concept of the Scrooge, though. "That s**t sounds hella crackpot. You sure that dude wasn't tokin' up when he wrote that? Who the hell gets visited by ghosts? Who the hell listens to ghosts? Lemme tell you, people write some damn weird s**t." Faust huffed and puffed his fur out; the winter chill started to reach him when he didn't keep moving. "So you think these weird dreams are kinda the same? Some warning about what might happen in the future? I could see that. At least I know I ain't dyin' to some crazy-a** version of Penthesilea.
"And where the hell's California? I'll jump a plane there. I make some badass cat luggage." Not that he really considered how a plane might fare; as a cat who was used to instantaneous planetary travel with Thraen, he imagined that visiting California was quite similar.
"So when we goin'? Oh, and speakin' o' travel, you ever gone to your planet yet?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2015 4:15 am
Blanching a little at the idea of wearing parts of Bischfite or eating those same parts, Chariklo gave a little shudder of pure revulsion.
"That is completely disgusting," she said in as even a tone as possible. "Especially when you think about all the people he hurt and murdered with those hands."
Thankfully, trying to give the cat a lesson in Victorian literature was a good distraction. Snorting a little, she did her best to keep from laughing and upsetting his perching.
"I really doubt they knew about toking up back when Dickens wrote his books, cat. This was a hundred or more years ago, people believed differently. Besides, some ghosts are well worth listening to. So yeah," she continued, tapping her fingers idly against her knee. "I mean, I can't say one hundred percent that I'm right, but I think they're a warning.
"And as California is across the damn country, you'd have a jump a plane there," Chariklo sounds amused, though her expression was serene. "I always jumped took a private plane out that way every other week or so to get my fix. Though I'm not picky. If i can give the pilot enough warning, he'll fly me just about anywhere I ask. Takes time, but it was always worth it."
Rolling her eyes a little at Faust's obvious belief that flying was something that took no planning, Chariklo sighed. Well, she was commited now, apparently.
"Depends on when you have a good chunk of time free. Flight itself takes about six or eight hours depending on layovers and refueling stops. And that's just one way. And then there's hoping the waves are good when you get there. And no," she continued on briskly, hoping to deflect that particular question. Her planet was not something she wanted to think about overmuch at the moment. "Been busy, remember."
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 9:32 am
Faust blinked dumbly at Chariklo. What was disgusting about eating anything? Sure, he killed a few people, but if Faust was particularly hungry and that was all that was available...
"A'ight, I gotta plan. You add me to your phone. You call my a** up when you're ready to fly. Then you take me to damn California so I can learn how to surf. An' then I'll jus' assume you're on the right track with all this namby pamby dreams s**t and we be square. You down?" Finally Faust leapt off of her shoulder for the scanning process. He padded around in a stunted circle a few times before he found the proper sitting position, and adjusted his puff of a tail for maximum comfort levels.
"I'll call you sometime. Maybe drop by yo' house to see what you're doin'. You can even keep some fish in the fridge for me." He nodded sagely. "You know. Just sayin'." Faust shot her a keen look, as if expecting something.
"Damn if I don't wanna stick around, but I was out lookin' for new blood to awaken before I got attacked by all them youma. Thanks again for the save, but I gotta get goin' while it's still light out. Sheeit, everyone in this city ducks into their damn holes once the sun starts to go down. Like there ain't no damn Negaverse attacks durin' the day..." Faust huffed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2015 2:50 am
Smiling slightly, Chariklo obediently took out her phone as Faust moved from her shoulder. Resisting the urge to roll them after having had a big ol' cat playing parrot, she nodded and held the phone up.
"Smile nice for the camera, now," she muttered and thumbed the button that would scan him in. Glancing across at him, her smile turned into more of a grin. "I'm down. When I've got enough free time we'll head west and tear up the beaches. And you're welcome to visit anytime. Already got some nice salmon steaks in the fridge I don't mind sharing."
With a tiny sigh, she pushed herself to her feet and stretched out. If Faust had to get back to work then that meant that she probably should too.
"You're welcome, O Fuzziest of Butts. Just be careful, mmkay?"
Smiling, she sketched a faint salute at the cat, thinking that it was natural for the normal folks to scurry home once the sun went down. People were programmed to be scared of the dark, after all. The Negaverse was simply feeding that fear.
"Lemme know if you end up finding anyone. I was a pretty decent trainer when I left the Mirror. No reason I can't help whip any newbies into shape."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 3:51 am
Faust simply sat for the scan, entirely ignoring the suggestion to smile. Instead he yawned, and flashed his incisors as he did so.
He nodded with gusto at the suggestion that Chariklo should train some new ones. "Damn straight! Bet you're nicer 'n Thraen..." Faust then mumbled something about the blonde's immense irritation toward most humankind and left it at that. He now had one more capable eternal senshi to which he could refer others, and he preferred not to waste that chance. Now if he could just find more senshi to awaken...
"Imma ping yo' a** as soon as I find one." With that, Faust stood, and started toward the trees where he was originally found. It was a long trek back into the city, and he likely should call it a night, but one last pass on his way home wouldn't kill him.
Besides, he might get Quenton to agree to a free swordfish steak with every new senshi.
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