Nemesis: Joy. >> *sits down and begins to clean himself, bored*

Mick: -eyes Nemesis and bites down on his lip, looking away like 'do I really have too?'

Emily: Yessss, you do. ^^ *appears out of nowhere, Caek dangling from her hand as usual* It's good to make friends, Mickey~

Nemesis: ...*Oh /God/, the girl was just barfing happiness, wasn't she. Rolls his eyes and continues to act like they're not there*

Mick: .... -flicks his ears again and steps closer to Emily, taking her arm- I'm... Mickenzie... -speaking to Nemesis, looking ready to bolt-

Emily: And I'm Emily! ^^ *squeezes his hand as a sign of her approving* What's your name?

Nemesis: None of yours business. *lickey lickey lickey; his sharper than regular eyesight was useful in this endeavor at least - though it made him rather OCD*

Mickenzie: -filthy 'cause that's how he always was, flicking his tail and frowned- .....He's not very nice…

Emily: *whispers to Mick* Maybe he's just shy . . . Let's keep trying. *It wouldn't be like her to just give up so easily!* So, d'you live around here, Noyb?

Nemesis: *pauses, glaring at her* What did you call me?

Emily: Noyb~ None Of Your Business, right? *giggles a little*

Nemesis: *bristles* You making fun of me? Is that it? *stops cleaning altogether and stands up, arching his back* Go on, say that again. I dare you.

Mickenzie: -gets in front of Emily and lets out a weak hiss, glaring- Shut up. If you'd have answered the question.... -finished kind of lamely-

mily: *Okay, so the guy couldn't take a joke . . . Meeeep. She places a hand on Mickenzie's shoulder* It's okay. We're all friendly here, right? I'm sorry you don't like Noyb, I thought it was cute~

Nemesis: *Reading that as another jab, he hisses louder* Get out of the way, pipsqueak. That girl needs to get her mouth sewn shut. *advances a few steps, bright blue eyes sharp* Either take that back or get the hell out of my sight!

Mickenzie: -puffs his chest out and growls, knowing he could sound like he could be a threat- Don't touch her. We can go anywhere we want.. 'cause... It's a free country!

Emily: *Her ears tilt back, suddenly noting that there really could be a fight brewing now* I'm sorry again! Please, don't fight. We just want to know what your name is and if you need food or a home or something . . . *"We" probably being "her", but she figured Mickey wanted the same things, right?*

Nemesis: *snorts* I didn't /ask/ for any help. And you - *turns his gaze upon the young tom with a snarl* Don't you /dare/ talk to me about what freedom is! *He suddenly leaps at Mickey, claws unsheathed*

Remedy: -nomming on a carmel apple, looking for his Emma-lee, knowing she's around here somewhere-- sees her with Mickey and a new cat--was he a siamese?- Hellllooooo my friends! -licks the carmel-

Mickenzie: -blinked at a familiar voice and looks away from Nem, ending up with claws in his chest and he yelped hard, automatically slashing out at Nem, not really thinking about it-

Nemesis: *yowls in pain and backs away, ears flattened; he was smarting from a new scratch below where his collar rested, and he didn't even seemed pleased he had made this weakling squirm from pain himself. The kitten darts a glance at a third cat, thinking this was reinforcements* So that's how you're gonna do it, huh? 3 against one? /Fine/ I'll take you all down myself!

Emily: No! *she leans down next to Mickey, brows knitted with concern* Are you okay, Mickey? Did he get you hard? *Her ears perk at Remmie's familiar voice, and she looks to him pleadingly* Do oyu have any bandaids?

Remedy: -looks wide-eyed at the blood on Mickenzie and then jerks his gaze up at Emma-lee, candy-apple-hand dropping- Nooo... Is he being a bully? -looks up at the siamese, thick tail flicking- Hey. You. Leave Miss Emma-lee and Mickey alone... -not at all threatening-

Mickenzie: -bites down on his bottom lip and holds up his hand, tail flicking- No I'm not trying figt you! -backs up, looking at Remie, seeming unconcerned with the scratches-

Emily: *tries to hold Mickey back by . . . taking one of his arms. Yeah.* Mickenzie, come on . . . *She gives the hostile cat the same pleading look she gave Remedy, posture submissive* Please, sir, we didn't mean any harm. Honest! We'll go away now if you'd like. *She called him sir despite her being older, mostly because the cat still hadn't bothered to give them his name*

Nemesis: *scoffs, hackles still raised and tail still stiff* Or /what/, sucker? You wanna come in and call me names and bring in reinforcements, you /ain't/ gonna get away with that! *Which was a stretch, considering all three of them hardly looked like a threat; but that was Nemesis for you: always with skewed perception. The two guys seemed pretty protective of the girl, so this time he attempted to launch himself at Emily to get a rise out of them*

Remedy: -yowls at the surprise attack, puffing up as he watched, almost helpless, as the angry cat threw himself at Emma-lee- NOOOOO! -springs after him, claws outstretched and bandanna floating along behind him as he aimed for a blow. Maybe he could bite the mean cat's tail! NOM NOM! :0

Mickenzie: -screams when Nem attacked Emily, scrambling to get right between them, arms outstretched, claws out to push Nem away, since he was right there next to Emily- Get back!

Nemesis: *Lucky for the boys, Nemesis wasn't a particularly fast cat, and both managed to accomplish what they wanted: Remmie got a mouth full of tail and Mickenzie got . . . well the rest. Nem topples onto him due to Remmi's interference, though that also opens Mickey to the rest of Nem's frenzy - after all, he wanted to fight, and it didn't particularly matter who*

Emily: *screams as well, trying to edge in to stop the crazy cat by reachign out an arm - the result getting her several hisses as Nem jabbed at her arm and scratched it some* Stop!! Stop it, PLEASE!! *she was beginning to cry at the violence and the inability to understand /why/ they were fighting*

Nemesis: *The sound of her shriek was not only loud, but all too familiar. It brought back memories of the screams and wails of cats fighting against probing hands that pulled and pushed and injected and who knew what else, and that memory struck him full on. The kitten paused, stiff as a board as deja vu swamped him*

Remedy: -has a mouthful of tail and is tugging along, but at Emily's shriek, his ears flatten and he scrambles to her side with a whimper and wide-green eyes- Shh, shhh... It's okay... -eyes the now-stiff cat and frowns-

Mickenzie: -looks at her at the scream and growled, looking to Nem with tearful eyes, betting a bit of a backbone and tackling Nem, aiming to straddle him so he could claw the snowshoe's face up-

Nemesis: *His stunned expression disappears as soon as he's forced beneath Mickenzie, face twisting into rage as he wriggles beneath for freedom. And yet he memories continued to rock about in his head, of screaming and tears and empty cages filling with new strays, and after a particularly nasty blow to the face he stops fighting, panting heavily and curled a little underneath the siamese. His face had plenty of cuts, most of them bleeding*

Emily: *several tears spill over regardless, and she sniffled* P-Please . . . Remmie, help me s-stop them. *As soon as the crazy cat stopped spazzing, she reached forward to try and once more touch Mickey, to try and get him to move away before she had to watch more violence. Her arm was bleeding slightly as well, but nothing terrible otherwise*

Remedy: -nods quickly, wanting to cling to Emma-lee's side and hug her, but reaching out to grab Mickenzie's shoulder, bending down next to the struggling pair with a worried expression- Okay... Mr. I-Don't-Know-Your-Name... We're sorry, okay? Peace? Peace? -ears flick back- You win. Mick, c'mon man, get off him... Leave him alone, you're making Emma-lee cry... -growls softly-

Mick: -looked up at the touches, then down at Nem and looked horror stricken, getting off of him and looked at his bloodied fingers, brows knitting together- I...I...

Emily: Please. *she squeezes Mickey's shoulder insistently, looking at the now curled up cat with concern as well* Should . . . Sh-Should we help him? *He /did/ hurt her friend, but maybe . . . maybe he had been hurt before too. She recognized the collar from the Facility, having seen several of Tempo's children wear them, and she bit her lip. It wouldn't be right ot just leave him there . . .*

Remedy: -squatting down and peers into the fierce stranger's clawed-up face- I dunno... I don't think he wants our help, Em. How can you help someone who doesn't want help? -dabs at the cat's face with the end of his red bandanna-

Mickenzie: -stays back looking down at his fingers and then whimpered, the urge to run so great hea ctually starts backing up to do just that- I.. S-sorry...

Nemesis: *winces and recoils away from Remedy's dabbing, his tail whipping at him to get away. This was so humiliating, and on the inside he raged at his showing weakness. Stupid friggen mind! Why couldn't he at least trust /that/?*

Emily: *Whether she sensed he wanted to flee or not, her grip tightens a little on Mickey's shoulder; she wouldn't look down at his bloodied hands though* B-But . . . *sniffles and wipes at her eyes with her free arm* It's r-really cold outside . . . I don't want him to f-freeze.

Remedy: -looks up and her and nods--it was pretty chilly... he was lucky he had a thick coat of curly fur... looks down at the stranger once more and frowns- Can you get up? -has the urge to poke him, but resists, knowing he'd just get scratched too- I'm Remedy. You can call me Remie. I wanna help you, okay? -speaks softly in a hushed but serious tone-

Mickenzie: -sniffled, shaking his head and shaking Emily off his shoulder, feeling like the worst thing in the word right no for doing so much damage to a person's face, backing up even more- Sorry...

Emily: *looks hurt that she was shrugged off, but doesn’t say anything more about it, turning to Remedy and the injured kitten* We’re not far from the Uni, so we can get you fixed up there if you’d like.

Nemesis: *grunts softly as he comes to, slowly uncurling with a groan until he was up on his feet, licking a stray drop of blood near his nose. Free healing from the guys who decided to beat him up for no reason? Pff . . . But the cold was stinging his face something aweful, and already most of his body was numb or chilled from laying on the icy concrete* . . . Fine. >>