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 Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:33 pm
Janice tried to keep her eyes level and forward, and ordered herself to stop worrying about whatever might be showing up in her peripheral vision. If she kept ignoring it, it would probably go away. And even if it didn't, she was a Negaverse General. There was very little she couldn't confidently handle. And the little bit of annoyance she was currently trying to tune out was hardly anything dangerous.
Meow!
Just... annoying.
She just wanted to take fifteen minutes to enjoy a cup of coffee. But then she had made the apparently horrible mistake of taking a window seat, and now this strange cat had sat itself not two inches behind the glass. Watching her. Pawing at the window. Meowing at her as if she owned the damn thing and it was time for her to feed it. It had been a good seven or eight of those fifteen minutes now, and in that time the cat had made no effort to harass anyone else. It only had eyes for Janice.
And in spite of her active efforts to be completely disinterested, it continued to only have eyes for Janice. Which lead to her suddenly turning angry eyes towards the small offender and asking "What do you WANT?" in an inappropriately loud voice, drawing momentary attention from other patrons of the cafe.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:39 pm
A loud purr could immediately be heard, even through the glass, as Janice finally gave the cat the attention it deserved. Despite lacking a collar, it was clearly not the average stray, with sleek coat and an athletic build. Teeth were exposed in what could only be called a grin [which was more than strange], and the small thing unsheathed claws, proceeding to drag them across the glass with a shrieking, high-pitched screech.
Janice would come out soon enough, now, if only to choke her.
It'd be hard enough getting tracking the General down, without her powers of teleportation, or her communicator.
At least Ashley had been coming by to feed her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:47 pm
The noise of claws dragging across glass made Janice cringe noticeably from her position on the other side of it, just about choking on her next sip of coffee. After a second of coughing and grabbing for a napkin she shot an angry glare at the the cat before getting up. Something about its behavior, along with being bizarre, was terribly familiar even though she could not place why.
As she got up and walked away from the table she darted her gaze around for a moment. The normal exit was only a few feet away from the stupid cat, and going through it would guarantee her being harassed by it further. Maybe she could lose it if she took another way out.
And so Janice shuffled her way out via the side exit next to the dumpsters, all for the sake of going home accompanied by her cup of coffee, and only her cup of coffee.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:53 pm
"C'mon, ser," the voice came from the top of a dumpster just behind Janice, where the oddly colored cat sat, looking [if it was possible for a cat to be so] amused. "I'm a little more clever than that."
Dropping down, she trotted over to where the grumpy Janice stood, unable to resist rubbing hard against her shins, that loud purr starting up instantaneously upon body contact.
"Where are we headed?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:03 pm
And then Janice's plans to enjoy her overpriced caffeine were shattered indefinitely, as the cat talking in Howlite's voice prompted her to spit the rest of it onto the grime-smeared concrete in utter surprise. At least there was an open dumpster just a few feet away that she could toss the empty cup into. This did not help her much in coping with her loss.
It was Howlite. Howlite was a cat.
"What," she started, her posture locking awkwardly in place as her subordinate began lavishing feline-brand attention on her legs, "the hell. Is going on. Why... are you... a cat."
There was also the question of why the Captain was acting so much like a cat, but Janice didn't bother voicing that question out loud. Chances were that she was doing so because she thought it would be funny.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:12 pm
"Well, I was lying on my floor, in the sunspot, and thinking life would just be so much better if I was a cat." That might, or might not have been true, really, considering that it was Howlite.
"You should pick me up," Pawing her way up Jan's leg as she spoke, her little claws hooked their way into her pants, suggesting that she was coming up regardless, and that the awkward young woman might as well save herself some pain and comply. "It's less weird than down the street side-by-side with a cat, you know."
She kneaded her nails slightly, in a way that, while adorable, was border-line threatening. Howlite was born to be a kitten.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:43 pm
Asking to be picked up proved just about to be effective as it would have been if Kess had asked it as a regular human: the suggestion made her balk a bit in surprise, a fair amount of self-pride getting in the way of her even taking the offer seriously. "Why? Cats follow people around often enough. You can just--"
But it was too late to protest. Janice had already been relegated to the position of cat tree. Howlite was climbing her way up her leg, leaving an unbecoming trail of puncture marks on the fabric of her pants as she did so. Her vest would have been the next victim if she hadn't haphazardly brought her arms forward and pulled Kess away from it before it was too late.
"This is ridiculous." It was vague on whether she was referring to Howlite being a cat or having to carry said cat, but chances are she was talking about both. "Is this why I haven't heard from you at all this week? I thought you knew where I lived."
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