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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 10:19 pm
 It was peaceful here- he couldn't deny that much. He was beginning to become accustomed to this quadrupedal body, the fur... Was that a good or bad thing? It was confusing to him, and for all the pondering he did, he still got no answers. Not something he was accustomed to either. Being from the future tended to have its certain perks, like knowing what was going to happen and why it had to. But now...
Cable lay on the porch of the cabin that he had previously led to. He may have gone exploring in the wilderness occasionally, but he always returned to this bit of civilization. He had never been an outdoorsy type. Not just because he happened to be extremely out of place with all of his mechanics, but because where he was from there was no wilderness.
It was a beautiful day out, though it did smell like rain. His one blue eye stared up at the sky and the trees beneath it, and he thought of his Providence. Maybe this was just another form of paradise. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. Waiting for answers he might never receive.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:30 pm
Hm, what a pity today was. The sun was up, the birds were chirping, and the weather fair. Yet there was no one around to give him his chain of missions. It almost made him itch his arms, not knowing who was next on the list to swiftly make end of. Oh how he did love his missions! Always timing himself, making sure to leave the scene quiet and clean. It did make for some scoffs from his team mates sure, but that was only the quirks of being a high ranking assassin in a cut throat industry.
Despite the warm sun, the pale male found himself sighing dramatically. It truly was a sad day when there was nothing to do. Might as well explore more of this world and all its secret trails for him to take advantage of. Who knows, he may be in need of service in no time at all. And it'd be a fatal flaw in his resume to not know his way around. Worn boots clicked as he stepped forward on some wide path, light eyes scanning the old pawprints littering the soft ground. Oh, where were all these traveling residents he seemed to be missing? And here he thought he was the only one in this strange land.
Curiosity drove the kitsu further along, well that and boredom, and it wasn't long before a building came into sight. It was....an outdated structure, that much was certain. Why, it didn't even have drain pipes or bolted windows! "What a lousy base to even hide in," Teatime tilted his head as he came closer upon the wooden house. Ugh, ans it smelled soggy and dusty....like, like the woods surrounding it. It was then he noticed another individual resting on the front steps, just a few feet from himself.
"I say, Sir Metal," The cloaked kitsu waved his arm before pointing to the cabin, tapping the wood with his other paw. "Is this your residence?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 7:15 pm
Cable would perk even before the assassin rounded the bend. He was staring sidelong in Teatime's direction when the other set to waving his forelegs, having felt someone drawing close. It was pretty difficult to sneak up on Cable. Even these days. He would turn his head as the other hailed him, one corner of his lip twitching at the name.
"No sir, it isn't." He rumbled in return, "I've been told it's a meeting place, although you're the first one I've seen today. You're welcome to it."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 4:57 pm
Hm, what an attentive fellow. Teatime cast his eyes glassily upon the other while keeping the smile on his face. No need for alarm, or more in his case to get excited. Just because someone is alert doesn't necessarily mean they are any threat. No, that'd take further inspection should he care to bother with it.
"Ah, I see then. Just taking a pit stop are you?" The male didn't glance back for an answer and instead looked over the wooden building. It was tall and amazingly sturdy for something made from trees. Just what would compel someone to use bark instead of metal? Like this stranger over here. "A meeting place ya say. Then where is the plate of cheese and wine? No wonder this place is so dead." Teatime swept his tails to his ankles in quiet musings. Maybe it was a double standing location? A secret headquarters in the guise of a simple cabin? This blood pulsing idea made the kitsu turn two-toned eyes back to the other.
"Oh well that's quite polite of you. I was just planning to do so but now I'll take the grace of your offer along with me, Mr......?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:54 pm
"I guess that must be it." He nodded, finding the assumption quite apt. There was food here, and he generally seemed to partake in the comforts of one of the couches. It was quiet inside despite most weather beating against it, and he could meditate. Pit stop indeed. "You could probably find cheese in there, but I doubt they leave the wine laying around for animals to get into."
Whoops. Was it appropriate for this species to refer to themselves as such? Looking at Teatime with his own set of mismatched eyes, he could tell that the other was probably supposed to be in threads of some distinguishment. Truth be told, he thought of A Clockwork Orange before he thought of anything else, and thank goodness he was the mind-reader in these parts because that was a bit embarrassing for a world leader to refer back to. It was probably Wade's fault.
"Cable. No need for the Mister." And with that he gave the other a kind quirk of his lips. "And what's your name?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 8:32 pm
Teatime sighed to himself and shook his head in false despair. "Now how inhumane, leaving the wines hidden. Though are we really to be considered just animals? Hah!" What a funny title, considering they had the ability of language and logic. Oh well.
Giving his newly acquired tails a flick, the male then stepped towards the other kitsu without hesitance. Why, if he was to be good at his profession than he must be just as cool and confident in casual manners as well. And his face very well held a calm expression while his canter was led clearly by confidence, none of which held a trace of dark arrogance. And upon reaching arms length of the silver haired male, Teatime tilted his head with a short grin.
"Cable, you say? Such an odd name....though very accurate! I take it it's not your original title though?" But Teatime shook his head, showing his unwillingness to pry on deep or personal information. "Oh and how silly of me to keep my name quiet for so long. Pardon my manners, the name is Teatime."
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 3:23 pm
How inhumane. Cable's lips may have twitched a little more, the piece of irony not lost on him. He wouldn't bother to respond to a question that seemed rhetorical, although he took it into consideration. Yes, he concluded, yes this race should be considered animals. The fact that they seemed to be able to converse with one another proved a level of advancement, but they were not human. Thus, they were animals. Well, HE wasn't, but this other certainly must be, costume or not.
"No, it isn't." He would reply honestly in return to the inquiry regarding his name, his smile infinitely serene. He hadn't been threatened by the other's approach, but then, Cable was very rarely stressed by anything. Apocalypse included. "Teatime. Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm sorry things here have only disappointed you so far, but if you have any suggestions, I might be inclined to help make the trip worthwhile."
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