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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 8:52 am
The scene was one that Lyssa had seen hundreds of time before. The night was ending, the clubs emptying and the smell of fermented wheat and potatoes hung heavy on the air. The curious habits of humans at night was always one of interest to this kitty. This show was her favourite. She had even bought woodlouse but he seemed only interested in escape once brought. There was nothing for it, as she licked the paw he was walking over, he would just have to remain in her mouth for now.
The humans dancing called to her as they swung round metal poles that buzzed like the bees she quarrelled with. Its light the metallic taste she adored to caress with her face, so much so it beckoned to her but she wouldn’t interrupt them now, not during this sweet birdsong. They sang in chorus, each one trying to outdo the other as if showing them that they, they were the chosen ones. That they were the one to summoned this beast called Gangnum. Lyssa was rooting for them. Of course it must be a mighty Youma of incredible power to have them all dancing this ritual together! It was beautiful, how they moved, how they vomited with happiness. Glorious. In her excitement she swallowed hard as the dancing became more frantic. She would have to tell woodlouse tomorrow what happened, he always showed up again no matter how many time she consumed him.
Her mind filtered franticly as the humans across the way started to fight, no more summoning then, humans were so fickle and prone to distraction. Her interest gone her mind was once again free to hyperventilate over thoughts racing though her brain. Why did she come here again? Who were those people? Where was woodlouse? WHERE WAS HE!
It was going to be a long night.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 8:39 am
Natron wasn't always entirely fond of clubs. In fact, he very firmly disliked them. They were loud, noisy, crowded, and for someone as generally paranoid as him being squished into a tight space between lots of strangers was not fun.
And then there were the girls he kept having to push off. Apparently his Negaverse uniform was great for showing off his butt. Or so he kept getting told. Good god this was such an awkward night. But he'd been doing okay on the energy front, since he could spread draining between a lot of people.
There was an energy signal on his radar, one that was totally unfamiliar to him but at least Chaos-tainted so likely a friend (or ally, at least). He pushed his way through the crowd towards it.
And then he spotted the cat. Who seemed to be where the energy signature was coming from.
Um, what.
He walked over and leaned down. "Hello there, kitty," he said. He wasn't sure exactly what he expected.
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 9:43 am
The panic swept through Lyssa like a tidal wave as she tried to find her woodlousey friend, both paws diving at the ground to grab his imaginary shadow as he "crawled" away from her. Dust and weeds were all she brought back as she lunged at a second patch and then a third. Her tail flicked furiously as each mound of soil she dug grew larger and harder to shake off from under her nails until eventually she was shaking alternative legs to free herself from the mud she had made. It took a few moments for her inner mind to tick over and sense the chaos taint approaching her, its strength weak but not all together unskilled as she blinked up into the streetlights to see the boys form emerging from the darkness. He smelt of rubber and things lost within bus depose and a deep purr resounded within her chest as she saw he was brimming with energies for her masters. Moving into his hand she waited until the full length of her back and tail had been stroked before turning around and around to squeeze her cheeks into his fingers. She suddenly knew what had happened to her friend.
"Hello woodlouse, silly woodlouse. Always running, never stopping. Skitter from us, never see us, we all fall down..." Her face hadn’t moved from his palm where she pushed her head into it but her voice was distinctive and obviously coming from the cat before him. Lyssa had never taken subtle into question, she believed all her companions of the darkness knew off her and would greet her with kindness. Especially woodlouse who had turned into a boy...
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 5:12 am
Natron wasn't entirely familiar with cats, so he had no idea if this strange digging behavior was normal or not. Still, adorable kitty was adorable and apparently wanted affection, so he let her rub over his hand and then, when she mushed her face into his palm, scratched her lightly behind the ears.
And then she talked. Well. Whatever he had expected from a Chaos-tainted cat, that certainly wasn't it, but perhaps it made sense. After all, if she was going to work for the Negaverse, she had to be able to think, right? So talking cats were added to the list of Wierd things he'd experienced since becoming Natron.
"I don't know about a wood louse," he said, "but I'm Lt. natron...what's your name, miss?" She might have four legs and purr, but she talked, so he was going to be as polite and friendly to her as he would be to anyone on his side.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:59 am
Lyssa wasted no time in welcoming back her less-legged friend as she tried to half mount half swim across the boys hand as he rained down affectionate strokes to her. Woodlouse was much more accommodating in this form and she congratulated him with a series of Morse code blinks they had developed together years before. She saw in his eyes that he understood.....completely.
Which is why when he asked her who she was that her little tainted heart fell with a thud. Purrs stopped mid erratic beat as she now with one paw trying to gain leverage to climb up his arm, froze before him. If Lyssa could feel anything though that thick skull of hers it would be one of shock and rogue gases. She knew this would happen. Power, fame, glory. Woodlouse had gotten the taste for it in his new body and was now shunning her! Even got himself a fancy new name.
"The lake beds were always your favourite woodlouse. You won’t go far, far and wide and so very, very close to the jammy middle" She had been staring up at the agent while speaking, never blinking or swaying from his gaze as she spoke her rather…disturbing words. What did jam have to do with anything?
“For your minds are in the clouds, my name is Lyssa. I serve the one true cause and delectable masters. For one so young, so young, we have been joined since birth you and I. I see now, woodlouse you aim to serve me better in this new realm that you choose. I approve, I approve.” Her tone was always hinting to break into song; each sentence lasted longer as she twisted the words with a tune. It was all very haunting and dam well confusing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 9:24 am
The more the cat talked, the more confused Natron got. From what the agent could put together, it seemed she thought he...used to be a woodlouse? Ohhh boy. So apparently she was a little crazy. Okay, he could handle a little crazy.
Her gaze, however, was unnerving. Still, he kept scratching behind her ears. Give the kitty lots of affection. He nodded along as she insisted he wouldn't wander far, agreeing with her.
"Well, Lyssa, it's good to, er, re-meet you," he said. "I always aim to serve our masters as best I can," he agreed. How odd. He wondered if there were more Negaverse cats, and if they were all like Lyssa. He wasn't sure if that would be good or bad.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 9:02 am
Lyssa pleased with this response continued to try and climb up the boy, her legs getting so far before a twitch overtook her frame and she wobbled off to start over again. Her purrs came thick and fast as he mentioned the “masters” (who ever they may be) and in a whinny, piercing voice started to sing to him about them. Her mouth and body shook to reach his ears by way of his extended arm. It was safe to say she wasn’t going to get anywhere near his head without a little help but it didn’t seem to stop her from trying.
“SeeEEE-K ThEMMMM, SEE-eeeeeking oUt therE GIFFT, ForeVER BehIND Youu, PROTE-ting youuuuuuuu, OPEN you SOUL to the DARRRRRKKKNESSS! You AREEE OURRRRSSSSES” With an screech that would put nails on a black board to shame she finished her ditty with a chorus of strangulated mews, each one more painful to hear than the last before a would-be-smile settled on her cheeks.
“It is accepting to meet you woodlou–Lt Natron. Your face does not show any sign of the pigmy shrews I had taken to have made you.” She nodded with each carefully pronounced word, her tail nervously twitching as she looked him over and over again making sure she saw no imperfections on this relatively new addition to her family.
"Your time, is it spent well? Do you gather the sweet marbles for those hungry hungry hippos? Feed them and they shall reward you, yes? Yes, yes, they will give you wings to fly, lieutenant, you shall be the first, you shall be the best! NO! No, such a shame, such a shame, only the dark scout’s get wings Lyssa, silly Lyssa. Get Woodlouse something better, something better, I find it for him..." At this the insane cat began to dig in front of the boy's feet, her paws furiously working at the soil as she dug for his present.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 8:39 am
Natron winced as Lyssa started to sing, looking rather definitely pained by her voice. He couldn't believe a cat could make that kind of sound. Still, she seemed...well, fully devoted to their mutual masters (did she mean the Generals? General-Kings-or-Queens? Some sort of strange corrupted royal Senshi? Or perhaps Metallia?) and of course he could respect such thorough devotion.
"I am definitely not related to any pygmy shrews," he agreed. He doubted she intended to insult his parents, but, well, it was there nonetheless.
He tilted his head to the side. "Yes, I gather plenty, it's why I'm out here tonight," he said. His eyebrows floated up as she started digging at his feet. "Really, Lyssa, that,s not necessary, just knowing I'm doing well for Chaos, helping our cause, that's reward enough." Ranking up would be great too, but mostly because it was a way for him to get stronger, to serve better.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 9:24 am
Lyssa was (literally) in a world of her own, so when Natron uttered his softly spoken words of decline they sadly fell upon ears of mud and soil. She was far to focused on the task at hand, even more so when her back end started helping with the excavation. It just wasn’t in the direction she wanted. With every shovel of the earth she moved her hind legs would kick it right back down again. Before long her body was fighting over itself until her legs finally gained essential ground causing her to stumble over. Both feet came up to scratch her face as her paws chased her flailing tail that smacked her about until she was a twisting ball of dust and fur. Her search forgotten she called out angry words towards the moving appendage with each swipe of her claw. Apparently it was an old business partner and she owed him money. She knew the tail would return eventually, she had never learned her lesson about loans.
“I told you, the documents are in my safe, the key!?….there is no key! WHAT KEY!…of course I can open it I have the key!”
The scene continued until her tail, with incredible effort, agreed to come back in the morning to discuss the payment plans (or to the average normal human it stopped moving). Satisfied she stretched her body out thin along the floor, reaching up and behind her to expose her stomach for all the world to see. It was an invitation for a belly rub.
“My ex-associate can see your potential woodlouse; I told him I would tell you to cover it up. But tell me do you think your feet will take you far? I sense the places in-between your toes cry for more power. I can help you when the time comes, your aura grows but the casserole is not done yet, 20 more minutes, then baste the chicken, 120 degrees, no more carrots for me please am full.”
She wiggled a paw as she rolled onto her back; her eyes wild with the night and lack of brain cells. Where was her tummy rub!
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2012 8:55 am
Natron was confused. Very, thoroughly confused. He had really never dealt with someone quite so crazy as Lyssa, and there were some crazy people in the UFO community. Him included, if you were of the mind that wearing tinfoil hats to block abduction beams was crazy. Which of course it wasn't, it was merely proper paranoia.
But flailing at your own tail whilecrying things about money? Yeah that was a bit beyond him. So he waited for her to calm down, and when she finally rolled over, he reached out to rub her tummy. The invitation was clear and obvious.
"Well, I will appreciate your help when the time does come," he said, agreeing. What food had to do with it, he didn't know, maybe she was hungry? But, well, having a cat on his side had to be a good thing. Even a totally nuts one.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 9:43 am
Deep resounding purrs were his answer as his hand found her fur and she rolled under his stroke with glee. She was so pleased to have found that woodlouse was moving up in the world. Anything to help him succeed and become the greatest pie chef in the galaxy was worth doing.
No wait, that wasn’t right…
It didn’t matter, his pies were the best. Flexing a paw she tried to catch his wrist as he moved, her eyes were watching everything before her and so much more. She could see his thoughts, feel his dreams, and smell his lunch. It was wonderful.
“I will always help you woodlouse, one day we shall go dancing you & I and it shall be haunting. Productive yet combustible. Sublime and yet suspect. Everything a growing boy needs. Ahhh I feel a light bulb coming on!” Jumping up she pounded up his arm in two quick leaps to land on his lowered shoulder and back, her whiskered face nuzzled hurriedly into his ear until it was nearly impossible to breath.
“Seek me Natron, seek me when the big hand turns twelve and the tickity-tickety-tock comes out to play. I will help you dance, I will help you sing and I will show you what the stars are really made of…..…BLEEPING COCKROACHES! Thousands of them! Big teeth the lot! Steal the whiskers from your face!!” If Lt Natron wasn’t deaf before he might as well be now as Lyssa howled out to the twinkling sky and rolled off his back. The distant screams of invasion and cockroaches could still be heard even after she had run off like the clappers, not even saying goodbye or turning around to see if he was still there. She was just…gone.
Gone, but sadly not forgotten.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:24 am
Natron grinned when she purred, happily showering love and affection on the corrupt cat in the form of all sorts of pets.
He paused when she pawed at his wrist, tilting his head. Well, at least she had promised to help him, even if she had called him "woodlouse." So she was a very confused kitty. Oh well. "Thank you, Lyssa, I will appreciate your help."
He squeaked when she jumped up his arm, and louder when her nose practically went into his ear.
Oh god that cat was loud and right in his ear ow. He was too busy cringing and trying to get the echoing ring out of his ear to respond before she took off, but when he realized she was gone he did look around. She was simply quicker than he'd anticipated. He sighed. At least he knew talking cats existed, right?
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