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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2020 12:10 pm
☠ HERE, KITTY KITTY ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Calaverite goes hunting Mauvians. He's disappointed to discover that he can't access the main chaos cat headquarters without a kitty companion, and Cala takes disappointment hard. Chip seems oblivious.
Here, Kitty Kitty Status ▼ Ongoing PRP Word Count ▼ ???
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 6:56 am
☠ CALAMITY ☠_________________________________________________________________________ He only came out here for the ice cream. No one needed to get hurt.
Calamity Status ▼ Ongoing PRP Word Count ▼ ???
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 7:03 am
☠ WHAT A GUY WANTS ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Surprising no one, Ivory is immensely offended and also insanely paranoid as a stranger starts following him around Wal-Mart. When Ivory feels threatened, he makes messes and causes a scene and hopes everyone sees it and dares someone to try and stop him.
What a Guy Wants Status ▼ Complete PRP Word Count ▼ 1467
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 7:14 am
☠ A GAME IS AFOOT ☠_________________________________________________________________________ After careful coercion from his general, Calaverite is convinced to play a game of draining civilians discretely. It turns out to be kind of a boring game. He's not a big fan of 'discretely,' but he also doesn't really like to lose. It puts him in a tough spot.
A Game is Afoot Status ▼ Ongoing PRP Word Count ▼ ???
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 7:57 am
☠ TWO MAGPIES ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Cala thinks there should be trophies for his conquests, and if he isn't allowed to snatch the starseed of every person he meets, he'll have to pick something else to take. It seems to mostly be pilfered purses and watches and not much worth actually having. What's he supposed to do with some lady's bag?
Two Magpies Status ▼ Ongoing PRP Word Count ▼ ???
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 8:48 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 8:56 am
☠ A PAIR AFFAIR ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Calaverite pitches a fit when he's given instruction to try and work with someone. He's never even had a friend, let alone ever had to accomplish a goal with someone else. And this agent seems grouchy and unfriendly. Cala will just have to try all the 'friend' tactics he's heard of.
A Pair Affair Status ▼ Complete PRP Word Count ▼ 2820
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2020 11:09 am
☠ BELOW WE GO ☠_________________________________________________________________________ There's more than one 'Wolf' skulking around in the ranks of the Negaverse, and Cala finds himself face-to-face with another as he's looking for an escort to bring him to the Rift. He was told he couldn't go, so of course that only makes him want to do it more.
Below We Go Status ▼ Complete PRP Word Count ▼ 3422
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2020 8:26 pm
☠ SWEET DREAMS ☠
_________________________________________________________________________ 'He can't stay here.' There was a woman. He couldn't make out more than that, for she seemed twice as tall as him, with her features stretching up and up toward blackness. But there was something familiar in the sound of her voice. The linoleum kitchen tile was cool against his bare feet. It warped in odd places, distorting the little square patterns and making them look sharper, and colored in an odd tinge of green.
He curled his toes against the tile, flexed his fingers, twisted at the mass of short, navy spikes of hair atop his head. He was small. But the woman was tall and towering, face obscured by the odd shadowing of the room and her uncomfortable-looking posture. She seemed to wrap around the counter behind her, one hand pulled tightly to her chest, and the other brandishing a stainless steel knife.
It was one of the prettiest ones in the set: the kind where the blade and handle were all one solid piece of metal, seamless. He'd always liked that one.
'He can't stay here, he can't stay here, hecan'tstayhere...' A shriek pierced the air, abrupt enough to startle him, for there didn't seem to be any reason for the sound. Nothing had moved. Nothing had happened. Another figure appeared. It's tone was much softer, words impossible to make out over the shrieking, but it was certainly trying to quell the tempest. Where the woman seemed to bend and contort around whatever it touched, the quieter figure only seemed to curve in on itself, whispering delicate, sweet sounds.
With a sharper shriek, the knife was thrown through the air, and he jerked back, startled. With a gasp, he stepped off the tile, and slipped down, down, where the world became grayer and dimmer. He didn't feel anything. He thought there might be pain or warmth- or cold. Something.
But there was nothing besides that initial shock of stepping from a great height and plummeting.
He landed in a bed of bright light and found immediately that he couldn't move from there and couldn't see through the light shining in his eyes. He was pinned down at the joints: his wrists, his knees, his ankles. This was unacceptable. A panic welled up in him, making a tension that he thought felt like an expanding balloon press the inside of his rib cage, smothering everything that should be there until it forced him to burst. When he screamed there was only silence. This wasn't right, this wasn't right!
How had this happened?
He wanted to scream and thrash and demand to know where his mama was. But he couldn't scream. He couldn't move. He wasn't allowed to do anything besides feel that pressure and wait, and wait, and wait indefinitely... And wish that someone would just ******** listen to him because he didn't understand, and he didn't know why he was here when he hadn't done anything-
He hadn't done anything-
Calaverite was sweaty when he opened his eyes in the darkness of the Negaverse's barracks. His heart thrummed to an anxious rhythm. His long hair tangled around his face and neck and fingers, catching in places where he lay atop of it and cinching tight. He shivered.
But the uncertain feelings were being chased away by conscious thought before he had a chance to identify them, and the fleeting memories were already being dragged back into the recesses of his mind, pulled into a thick curtain of haze that Cala had never yet been able to lift. He scrabbled with his hair, yanking to pull it from underneath him and flinging out of his way as he pushed himself to his hands and knees, curling his fingers into pale purple sheets as if to hold himself to the ground.
The bunks in Negaspace were hardly bigger than a closet. His bed touched the wall on three sides, leaving room only for a nightstand to hold a lamp, and a shelf that had been affixed to the wall that matched the longer length of the bed.
Calaverite reached for the lamp, and the one burst of light as he flicked it on effectively chased away most uncertainties he had, leaving his mind feeling as blank as a fresh whiteboard.
His heart ached.
But that too would pass.
The clock on the shelf over the bed read 6AM, likely very close to the time his generals would be waking up before they had to tend to their civilian lives. Maybe someone would be able to take him back to the city, if he was very good and very patient. Calaverite didn't mind waiting in the meantime. He'd never had his own room, before, even a very small one. And everything in here was his, his, his. He could be content to wait and play with one of the Lego sets he had on his shelf until someone could come retrieve him.
Sweet Dreams Status ▼ Complete Solo Word Count ▼ 823
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2021 7:14 am
☠ A HANDFUL ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Bunnies in the snow, bunnies in the snow! And other things, too. Cala is still miffed at Rakovanite for abandoning him for so long, but he's definitely not unreasonable, and he can totally be won over with the right incentive...
A Handful Status ▼ Complete PRP Word Count ▼ 2185
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2021 7:17 am
☠ SINGLE USE PROJECTILES ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Snowballs really only have one good throw in them, and they don't even do that much damage...
Single Use Projectiles Status ▼ Ongoing PRP Word Count ▼ ???
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2021 7:21 am
☠ MY QUESTION IS: HOW? ☠_________________________________________________________________________ Is there a mail delivery service that supplies the Negaverse? Like, sender-to-directly-inside-of-room? If Cala cared to read the letters he was left, he might have more information. :/
My Question Is: How? Status ▼ Complete Solo Word Count ▼ 987
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