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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 10:40 pm
Camelot was ready for almost anything, he thought. In his head, he had been through so much, from his civilian days to his time powered up, that he should have covered the entire spectrum of possibility, shouldn't it? But no, not at all.
He hadn't even begun to experience the truly strange things that could happen in Destiny City on a cold, rainy night. A cold, rainy week. Or month. The weather hadn't been great and didn't look like it would be getting better. But that was the whole point of fall.
Camelot armor did not do well in the rain. Not that the metal itself was impacted in any way. It moved fluidly, barely noticing water as it fell, or if he walked through deep or shallow puddles. The cloth and chain mail felt a bit heavier, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
The metal did make the water feel a lot more cold though. And his boots had a terrible habit of collecting water from his pants and whatever else ran down, which supplied him with his very own personal puddles for every step.
Patrolling was making him grumpy.
He was walking by the sandbox in the park, which looked now like a small lake. It held water as well as his boots did, it seemed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:12 pm
Bifröst was trying to stay dry. Trying was the opritave word here. Apparently it wasn't working. At all.
Or maybe that was because she'd fallen into the sandbox... the lake of a sandbox. The cat laid almost hyperventalating on the side of the box. There was sand in her fur, between her toes, even some in her ears, and her fur was heavier than waterlogged towel and she was cold. So very cold.
She looked up at movement and looked at Camelot, who was looking rather grumpy and waterlogged. Camelot was a knight... not a normal person. She could talk to them... right?
C-cam-mel-lot..." she said as best she could around chattering teeth. Which was really hard concidering. She flailed a paw at him, trying to get his attention, though, would he even notice a talking cat?
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 12:06 pm
Camelot spotted the cat in the sandbox and moved toward it. Cats were the order of the day, it seemed. The week. Even the month. He had a lot of cat adventures, recently, but this was not normal. Or rather, this wasn't like the kitten he had ended up bringing home to keep safe and nurture back to health before finding it a home.
That one couldn't talk, for one thing.
"Hold on!" he said, moving to the sand box and picking her up and away from the water and sand. She looked like she had already gotten the worst of it, and he held her against the fabric of his shirt. His armor wasn't great for warming things, but at least he had the fabric emblem.
He frowned, looking for some place to take the cat so she might be able to warm up. She was shaking, he could feel it. His easily meltable heart, only recently resolidified, melted again.
"You're okay. I've got you. What happened?" He didn't realize he was talking to someone he actually knew.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 1:48 am
WARMTH. SO MUCH WARMTH.
She nuzzled into his chest, thankful for the warmth. Her teeth chattered for a moment before she started explaining what had happened.
"It was awful! I was trying to walk along the outside of the box and I really needed to use the bathroom, but only sand was going to work because mud just gets everywhere, so I was walking until I came to a less laked part of the box and this large gust of wind came down and my paws slipped on the wet wood and down into the lake I went! I have sand everywhere I can feel it." Bifröst spoke very fast and half of it was covered in a purring sound because he was holding her. She nuzzled his chest again, ears flicking sand out of them.
"Thank you for getting me out. It was so cold! I thought my claws were going to fall out!"
If it wasn't already apparent that Bifröst had aclemated very well to being a cat, it was now. Though it probably wasn't apparent to Camelot who she was. Ah well. At least she was warm now...
Mmm she could sleep in his arms... Mmm that sounded like a good idea. She had missed her mid morning nap because of the rain...
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 4:44 pm
Camelot looked surprised as the words started to tumble out of the cats mouth. Not that she was talking, so much, as he was learning to get used to that, but that she was so upset. He instinctively cuddled her, petting her fur as he held her with one arm.
"Well, we can clean you up," he said, shaking his head. He was going to end up collecting kitties at this rate, but he knew they were people too. In their way. Did they like being called people, or did they prefer cats? Or they had a name for what they were, and he couldn't remember it.
He decided it safer not to say anything like that.
"Uhm. Do you have a place I can take you?" Since he was powered up, he didn't want to take her to his place. He was worried about his identity, for one, and he did not want wet cat sand all over the place. Still, he wasn't about to just leave her in the box.
Especially when she was purring.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 1:18 am
The cat snuggled him an almost didn't reply, she was so comfortable. Eyes flicked open and she blinked. "Huh.. oh! Well there is my grandmother's on the outskirts of town, but she seems to have issues with the whole talking cat thing..." she said after a moment of thought.
It was really hard to think with him holding her and petting her. Sooo hard.
But she made herself. Try at least, to think. Was there any other place he could take her? Not really, unfortunately. At least, not right now. She sighed a little kitty sigh and laid her head on his arm.
"There really... isn't a good place at the moment? I've just been sleeping under cardboard lately," she said to him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 5:51 pm
Camelot frowned. That couldn't be fun, not knowing where to go home while stuck as a cat.
Cats, he had learned, were not like dogs. He couldn't handle them the same as he did with his corgi, even though she was fairly small and acted like a cat sometimes. He had a kitten at home at the moment, that he was fostering, so at least he had some small experience with them now.
And even more with talking cats now.
"Well..." he couldn't take her to his home, as that would give away his identity. He didn't realize that it was Bifrost he was holding, and that he would be safe letting her know. He did feel very bad for her, though, and he looked down at the tired, wet and very upset looking kitty in his arms.
His heart really started to ache.
"Okay, well, I could take you home," he said, giving in. Come what may, he had to offer what help he could. That was who he was. If he left her out here she could get sick or killed.
"You'll at least be warm there."
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:58 pm
She nuzzled his chest and purred. "Oh thank you Camelot! I'll be gone soon as my paws stop being frozen," she promised him. Bifrost assumed he knew who she was (what cat wears eye shadow?) but a small part of her wondered if he actually knew who she was. Granted, she didn't look like herself, but she should sound like she did, right?
"Camelot... you do know who I am right? I'm Bifrost Page... just somehow a cat." Might as well tell him who she was, just in case. Lilac eyes looked up at him and she fought the urge to fall asleep.
Not until she was warm, and he recognized her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 1:32 pm
Camelot looked surprised, then tried to hide it.
"Of course I knew! I mean, I wouldn't offer to take you to my house if I didn't know... or at least have some idea."
Total. Lie.
He smiled and scratched her ears lightly, wondering if that felt good to a human turned cat, like it did for normal animals. He didn't want to upset her, and treat her too much like a cat when she wasn't.
The Squire of Earth carried her in his arms like she was made of glass (that happened to be cold and needed soft cuddles as well as protecting) and walked home. He powered down about half way there, when he was sure it was safe, so he could carry her the rest of the way without drawing anyone to his home.
He doubted Nate would be in, and if he was he also doubted Nate would care about another animal in the house. Once they were at his place, he made a nest of blankets for her to sleep in. Dogby couldn't reach her when she was put on the couch, her stumpy legs just slightly too short to allow her the jump skills required.
So, hopefully, Bifrost would be able to rest easy. And be warm.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 12:56 am
The surprise on his face totally killed his lie. For her though, she didn't mind that much, she just chuckled a little and curled more into his arms. The scratching on her ears really didn't do anything for keeping her awake anyway. Bifröst fell into a doze somewhere along the way, and didn't quite see when Camelot powered down. She registered a lost of powered aura (sort of) in the back of her mind, but didn't really ask about it.
Once they reached his home, she's woken up and peered at his civilian face for a moment as she was put on the couch. She then eyed the dog of the house but only gave a wave of a paw, and a cat like smile. No sense in making the thing angry with her. She watched as the man (who's name was Tony but she didn't know that) made her a bed out of blankets and she jumped into it, curling up.
"Mm so warm! Thank you Camelot, or whoever you are as a civilian." She nuzzled into the blankets and let out a small sigh.
Mmm... warmth...
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