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 Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 11:04 am
"Another fine specimen for the collection!"
Today was a good day for Scott Erlea, and for many reasons! He had managed to not only get all of his young siblings out of bed and onto the bus in time (and this was no easy feat considering how unruly they all were), but he made it to school on time as well, which more than made up for the last few days where he skirted across with only a few seconds to spare.
His luck didn't stop there, though. Today, it seemed that the usual annoyances were gone- he later remembered that there was an away game today and Scott would take much pleasure in going throughout the day without a single jab or wolf whistle from across the hall. One would think that with a mustache such as his, they wouldn't mock and tease the poor kid for his somewhat girl-ish appearance, but then again, Scott was beginning to wonder if they swung that way anyway. Baseball players made a habit of slapping each others' rears, so perhaps that train of thought wasn't out of no where after all?
But no, today had been a very good day. No bullies, made it to all of his classes on time, defeated the other team in dodgeball. And it seemed that his luck would only continue to grow, as his trek home was interrupted by something moving on the nearby hedge and catching his gaze. He moved to the hedge and spotted the insect, and while most people would have recognized the colors and backed off immediately, Scott stared at it with awe and glee. "A Digger wasp! I thought it was too early for you!"
He didn't touch it and he was moving slowly, setting down his backpack and going for his bug net and jar. He wanted to bring this one home, at least long enough to get pictures... though he didn't want to think about that painful sting should he have messed up. He was having a good day, thus far... he was willing to take a chance.Matisha SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO START!
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 9:45 am
As the mundane actions of school children played out in the distance Lyssa had taken this quiet chance to sink into a dreamy snooze filled with broken homes and irate chicken carcases. The real world couldn't have been further away as she dreamed of this invincible army of meat goods attacking the public. Of course Remarque was the hero of her dreams as he battled the Super Eternal Princess Senshi of KFC in a gravy knife fight of feathery doom but it was still so unexpected! The kitten purred in her sleep as she attacked the grass around her in a trance like stat, stopping drumsticks left, right and center from escaping her wrath, her eyes tightly shut to the drone of wasps or young teenagers getting excited about them. She was perfectly happy ignoring it all.
Although...there was something poking at the edge of her senses that was growing louder.. A dull, unmistakable feeling that meant she had to do something. But.....what? Dreaming of Remarque....in his yellow tights....she just....couldn't....remember......what.....
Her eyes snapped open as the frustrated thought turned into singing voices that broke her dream apart, she just couldn't ignore that feeling! What was it!! Her nose pulled her to her feet and then into the direction of the wasp. The leaves of the hedge blocked the bright sun enough for her to see is sharpish moving body flickering in the light, the voices raising to a crescendo as she watched it dancing before her. This was it! This is what the feeling was telling her!! She pulled herself back, bum wiggling, claws creeping and pounced towards the wasp with her mouth wide open.ChibiGingi OMG forgive me for being so slow!!
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 8:00 pm
Scott was getting pretty close to snagging the digger wasp and he was actually hold his breath to keep himself steady and quiet. He wasn't sure exactly how well this method worked for him but he felt as though if he held his breath, he'd have a better shot at snatching the wasp and not invoking its wrath. He knew enough about insects and wasps in particular to know that one did not wish to be stung by them, no matter what kind of wasp they were. So, he held his breath and went in for the snatch...
Only to be interrupted by the sight of a cat leaping through the bushes, mouth gaping open and going straight for the digger wasp, and himself. His stealth approach was ruined in a matter of seconds, as the moment he saw the cat pouncing towards the wasp and him, he gave a shriek and flailed about, trying to Matrix fall and reverse crabwalk away from the soon to be angry wasp.
"Ah, no, no, no, kitty! Don't eat that! It'll sting you! And it's going to hurt! A-a lot!" Scott rambled, knowing that it the small, red cat probably couldn't understand his words but that didn't stop him from trying. He moved to grab her, not at all aware of if she swallowed the wasp or not or where it might have been, though he was certain that it'd be hopping mad. He grabbed for the cat, unaware of any dangers that wasn't six-legged, flying, and sporting a venomous stinger on his abdomen. "Did you eat it? Open your mouth!"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 7:44 am
Lyssa had indeed swallowed the flying insect and she was indeed paying the price. Staring up as the boy grabbed her and pleaded for her mouth to open Lyssa felt the very alive wasp discovering it new and very wet surroundings. It was not pleased. The wasp although gently soaking find the tongue and with a thud that only Lyssa could hear planted it backside in her flesh. Her screams echoed down the street in singsong as the wasp took it chance for freedom and escaped the pink cage of doom.
"MEEEEEEEEEOOOIIIIIIIII-uhhhh-IIIIIIEEEEE--ahhhh-EEEEEEE-deeeee-EEEE-beeeee.....No wait-th itsss a...wawsp!." Her tongue was swelling to twice its size at an alarming rate until it poked out of her mouth like a balloon, her derpy muscles still trying to use it to form words as she hung from Scott's hands. Lyssa was never one to remain quite in the presence of potential and even if the boy hadn't heard her words through the deafening screams she was in no way going to stop talking now....except it was a little difficult.
"Meooootttttthhhh Sppss-wthhhh....dweeeeptthhhh!!" She pawed at him in sudden indescribable love for the boy. She wanted to lick his face!
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 12:46 am
Scott wasn't sure what to do or what to make of the predicament he now found himself in, but he suspected that he would have to take the small cat to a vet. They were the type to inject a deadly neurotoxin into their prey to paralyze them before laying their eggs, and while Scott was certain that the wasp didn't have the time to lay eggs, he knew that the poor cat would be extremely, extremely uncomfortable. Who knew what wasp venom could do to such a tiny cat?
What he was expecting was the cat to start scratching at him, but the sounds that came out of that cat... weren't like anything he heard coming out of a cat. No, the cries he heard from the tiny red cat were something that a human would say, or try to say, if their tongues weren't swelling to the size of water balloons. But... cats couldn't make those kinds of sounds, right?
"I... I must be hearing things, hehe..." Scott told himself, even as he held her. Cats couldn't talk. He was just hearing things, or maybe she was just making noises that SOUNDED like words. After all, parrots did it all the time, right? Why couldn't cats? He racked his mind for the nearest vet, and that was when the cat suddenly tried to start licking his face, and he instinctively tried to pull away. "No, no, don't do that, kitty! You'll agitate the sting and... um... I don't want any of that on my face-"
Then she spoke again, and this time, he was certain that those were words coming out of her mouth. Yet, that was impossible, wasn't it? Cats couldn't talk! No matter what the movies said! "Okay, okay, now I know you're talking! Is this some kind of prank? If so, it's not funny!"
He looked around for signs of a camera crew, or maybe an owner of the cat that was pawing at him. There was an alley nearby- perhaps the cameras and crew were hidden behind there? "Come on... I'll get behind this and take care of you. Even if this is a prank, no one should involve an animal like this!"
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 12:26 pm
Lyssa stopped trying to lick the boys face as he talked of pranks, or did he mean planks? Of course that's what all the kids were doing nowadays. Grabbing a plank, sitting with the plank, eating the plank. It was all very strange to Lyssa but who was she to question the fashion of today's youth! Well she could summon the god of planks if he wanted but that would take all day and she had no time to be talking to old flatmates, that was a Tuesday event.
As she thought over how old Bob might be doing she failed to notice the boys new need to take her down the alleyway, his voice irate as he spoke aloud to unseen faces. Ahh he must be an extra special Senshi to see the voices like she did and she snuggled her head into his chest more, her tongue slowly subsiding as the magic worked the poison from her system. Not that she wouldn't be left without a horrible headache but her abilities to speak would soon return.
Within the safety of the alley, no crewmen around, Lyssa finally patted the boys face as if getting his attention, her eyes big and round and all knowing....of useless things.
"ShHs-thh yoU'll wAke the LEaPers-thhhhss YoUnG OnE"
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 1:29 am
Scott had seen his fair share of badly made B-movies and obscure anime to recognize this kind of situation and yet, how was it that it seemed to be playing before him right this very minute. Was life itself playing a practical joke on him? Or perhaps he was stung by the digger wasp and it turned out that he was deathly allergic and had slipped into a coma, making all of this his subconscious' doing?
Because this cat was talking to him. But cats don't talk.
If this was a practical joke, then the animatronics on this cat was so perfect that Jim Henson would have been greener than Kermit the Frog with envy! Yet, she felt real, and the paw to his face was startling, yet oddly welcoming. He never had a cat before, much less a TALKING cat, and even if this was his subconscious mind running wild, he couldn't help but find her to be adorable. Weird, but adorable.
"Leapers? What are leapers? Some mythological creatures, or maybe an alien race?" Scott wasn't sure what was going on, but he was willing to play along to get to the bottom of this. He pulled the small cat closer, looking into her eyes and seeing intelligence in them, something animals were suppose to be incapable of possessing. "How is it that you can talk, anyway? Are you an alien?"
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 9:47 am
His question caught her off guard. Aliens? Weren't they those dusty things under sofas? The ones that greeted her so kindly before she consumed them? Yes, they must be those aliens he spoke off but she was not related to any sort of alien, maybe there was a distant cousin somewhere but she had stopped talking to family after the great pancake depression of 89. She would definitely need to find a phone book soon, there were so many people to catch up with!
"Meow-thhh No, nO SillY, I Am LyssA, GuarDiAn CaT of ThE iN-BetwEEn BiTS-tthhh. I Am HerE To fiND You! YoU HavE beEn LosT sO lonG I HaD ForGotTeN WherE I'd PuT YOu!"
She twisted in his arms until his grasp lessened, her feet using his chest as a springboard to jump away into the alley. Landing she started to scratch behind her ear, her whole body vibrating as she tried to reach the phantom itch. Her eyes never leaving him.
"HaVe You NOt HearD? THe PebbLe StonEs Told Me I WoulD Be a KangaRoo onE Day, JuSt As YoU WoulD Be A SoldiEr Of JaM.....oR MaYo. UhhH I HopE Its MaYo!!" She flipped her tail back and too as she ceased her frantic scratching, itch either gone or forgotten as she tapped into the aura that she could only taste in her dreams. Sometimes in the dark moments of clarity Lyssa would wish she could explain her presence more acutely but the voices sang to hard and too deep and she could never get a word in edgeways. She tried her best to tell him everything as she sang out to him, hoping he had sensed the presence of another world all around him. Running up to him she pawed at his pants, her voice shrill and quick.
Do YoU Not SeE?! CHaoS CoO's FoR You YounG onE, yoU haVe BeeN chosEn! I Can WelComE You, I HavE The fRuit baskeT to ProvE it!" She danced around his feet, her body rubbing itself across his legs in one continuous swirling motion that would make any sane person crazy. She paused, her head furiously snuggling his calf as she drove her point home.
"I caN WelcOme You To POwer MorE ThaN you wilL eveR KnOW. yoU wilL NevEr Be AlonE AgaiN, noT WithouT the VOicES! We CaN Be FamIly! You Can ProtEct YouR LovED ONeS From THe MenAceS ThAt WanT To HurT Us, EnD Us!! PlEaSE LeT mE FinD A ChoSen OnE To ShoW You!"ChibiGingi Do you have a general in mind?
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 9:10 pm
"Guardian Cat of the Inbetween Bits?" Scott couldn't help but parrot the phrase and he knew he sounded like a clueless idiot, and yet, wasn't it the truth? Never before had he felt like such a complete and total blonde until now, and yet he felt little shame in feeling like this. After all, he was talking to... well... a talking cat. Figuring that this was either all an elaborate prank or hallucination, he went right along with it. "Forgot where you put me? Does... that make me from where you are, that Inbetween Bits?"
Or an alien. Yes, that seemed like the best answer to this whole scenario, despite what Lyssa said. She might have been a little crazy, but then again, so was he if he insisted on talking to her, a cat. No, not just any cat, but a Guardian cat. From Inbetween Bits. Yes, just saying it was aliens was simpler and Scott could play along with that.
She springboarded into the alley and began to scratch her ear, as a cat had a want to do, and Scott listened to her odd words intently, despite how nonsensical they first seemed. Maybe she was still learning to speak the many languages of Earth and was having trouble using the right words at the right moment? "Sorry, Lyssa, I haven't heard. I'm completely clueless about all of this... are you saying I'm a soldier? Of what army?"
Certainly not of jam or mayo (though he had a preference to mayo as well in that situation), anyway, but he could see himself being an soldier of some alien unit. More and more of this was playing out like one of those really hilariously bad sci-fi movies, and that would have made the most sense to him, so that's what he was rolling with. Her running around and pawing did nothing to distract him from her words, even when she appeared to be doing figure eights and trying to make him dizzy, and he was grateful when she calmed down enough, even if it was digging her head into his calf.
"Well, if you have the fruit basket to prove it, then I'm game. Though be careful about getting too much of your fur on my pants... I think my mom might be allergic to cats!" Scott knelt down in hopes of calming her, as well as to brush some of the fur off his pants, and as crazy as her words were before, that last bit made the most sense to him. Power? Never alone? Protect loved ones? Yes, for all her wacky and nonsensical words, that made sense to him, and prank or not, he couldn't refuse. "Alright then, Lyssa. Find a chosen one and I'll follow. I'll do what I can... whatever that may be."
He didn't know, and he probably would never know, but where was the harm in following her?Matisha PMed Indu and she's totally up for it!
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 8:08 am
Lyssa chewed her mouth as best as she could at the question of his origins. It was a question no one had asked her before but of course it must be the truth! If she had found him now then she must have found him before…back then.
“YeS….I thINk yes, you MuSt be! Do yOu reMEmber me? Did I soOTh yoUr HeaD wheN yoU crIEd? DiD we rUn throuGH the STars? I thinK so but mAYbe noT? TimE will tELl yoUng one! We MUst find soMEone sOon!”
She didn’t understand his comment about being allergic and continued to bash into his hand and pants with her face until he was truly covered, her skin twitching as if connected to power line that sent shivers through her body. But all the while she was thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking. Where would one find an extra shiny person? She couldn’t very well taint the boy himself, never could, never will, although she often considered gravy might be the answer.
“CoME, coMe we mUSt find tHe he…or sHe whO Will do tHe thiNG wIth the tHIngy! DoN’t spEAk of cheeSe thoUGh, they ArE moRTal eneMies” She skipped ahead of him leading him further into the alley and back around the buildings that seemed to grow taller the further they walked. 5 minutes into their journey the kitten started wailing. Not a normal screech of a cat but the unearthly sounds of something more. It was horrible, it was painful but it would grab the attention of anyone that could help her.
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Posted: Fri May 31, 2013 1:04 am
Anyone with a working brain and a single suspicious bone in their body would have known better than to follow anyone, or anything, that spoke of abstract nonsense. For all Scott knew, she could have been luring him into a dark alley, where those responsible for this possible prank would surround and gang up on him. Not that he had much for them to steal, but it was still something to be concerned about.
And yet, what was Scott doing? When she beckoned, he followed. Despite his confusion and well justified suspicions, he followed the small cat without question. All the while, he tried to make sense of her words, though he had a feeling that there was little to be done about that on his end. "I'm afraid I don't, Lyssa. I cried a lot when I was younger, but not anymore. But when I did cry, I don't recall anyone being there to comfort me."
Usually when he did cry, he hid so that no one would have seen him. And he wasn't entirely truthful with Lyssa, but he wasn't going to go into detail with that. She offered a good distraction, though, and he couldnt help but chuckle at the mention of cheese being the mortal enemies. "Maybe we should get some mice to fight the evil cheese? Even though studies proved that they prefer peanut butter and coffee grinds over cheese."
Then, the strangest, most disturbing noise hit his ears, and Scott was surprised to hear it coming from the small cat. Immediately, he rushed to her aid, unable to see what was ailing her but feeling compelled to help in whatever way possible. "Lyssa! Lyssa! What's wrong?! Are you okay? Lyssa!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 1:20 am
It was a rare occasion that Laurelite pried herself from the depths of Negaspace, though today she was tending to business. She would have preferred the cover of night, when she had no need to concern herself with prying eyes. Of course, there was the benefit that so few chose to power up in broad daylight, which meant she could function as she pleased without worrying about senshi interference. She didn't have time to be bothered, today. The plan was to get in, and get done as quickly as possible. But things rarely went according to plan in Destiny City, and while she could typically turn a blind eye to what wasn't directly related to her tasks or her research, this was not the case today. Not with that howl. That ungodly howl, and that familiar energy signature. Even she couldn’t resist the urge to investigate. Her initial thought was that a guardian cat was in some sort of danger, though there was no trace of any powered threat nearby. Still, they were only cats. There was so much trouble they could get into. The teal-haired General Queen teleported into the area, lurking in the shadows cast by the great buildings of the alley. Nighttime would have provided better cover, but this was the best she could do. She scanned the area swiftly and stepped from the shadows only when she was assured her own safety. Her eyes were first on the guardian cat, and then drifted to the male behind her. While she had little interaction with the Guardian Cats of the Negaverse recently, she recognized Lyssa immediately. She did not recognize her human companion. Which wasn't really saying much; Laurelite was hardly familiar with every new recruit. But she was familiar with proper protocol. She simply couldn't allow him to go back to his normal life after seeing her here. Dainty as anything, with careful strides she approached. " Lyssa," she greeted, in a voice too sweet to be sincere. " There seems to be some trouble, here. Please lower your voice. You don't want all of Destiny City paying you a visit, do you?" Though she spoke to the cat, her eyes were on the blonde male; she was sizing him up, assessing him. Determining his fate.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 9:56 am
If things weren't already weird enough with Lyssa the talking, or rather, yowling cat, it had been doubled at the sight of the teal-haired woman that suddenly appeared out of thing air. Now more than ever he wondered if he had stumbled across some new reality prank show, though the effects of her sudden appearance and lack of evidence around her was more than enough to convince him that this was no joke. This was for real.
"Uh... uh..." Scott was horrible with this sort of thing, and if it wasn't the sudden appearance of what he suspected to be either a being of mystical origin or an alien that made him stutter, it was the fact that he was in the presence of the opposite gender, and that was simply more than he could handle. Yet, the moment he caught his words, he had a sinking feeling that he had stumbled onto something big, and his love for old monster movies and cheezy sci-fi flicks is what gave him the courage to stay, when all other basic instincts told him to run. "No trouble here, I think, ma'am. Is Lyssa your cat?"
Speaking of Lyssa, he took a knee next to the cat, ready to scoop her up and hand her over to the teal-haired woman before him. The cat must have called her... otherwise, why would she have suddenly appeared, and why did she seem to know the cat's name if this was not her cat? "I'm not sure why she started screaming like that, but I swear I didn't hurt her!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 3:44 am
As if actually following an order Lyssa abruptly stopped her wailing as the teal haired General Queen emerged from the crunchy wispy bits of space as Lyssa liked to call it. Her immense energy levels resounded in her ears as she basked briefly in the power Laurelite wielded and smiled happily that such a toy would acknowledge her call.
“GeNeraL, YoUr TuX is GrowIng NicelY if I dO SaY so MyselF BuT I FounD Me A PennY!” As Scott bent down to pick her up her body went lax in his arms and flopped to one side, her body becoming jelly-like as she relaxed and passed wind before them both.
“HarK! The WinD GoDdEss is CallInG for This one TinkEr-Tailor-SoldiEr-SpY, I woULd serve hIm the SoUp BeforE it Gets toO Cold.” She stiffened to nod seriously at the General as she would surly understand what Lyssa meant before returning to her floppy stature, her deep purrs making herself vibrate through Scott’s hands as she tried to twirl within her own skin.
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 12:56 am
Laurelite's gaze remained on the blonde before her. Now was not the time to be hindered by social protocol and so she took her time to study him. Standing up straight and crossing her arms over her chest, she then reached up one delicate hand to cup her chin in thought. If there was anyone in this world who could understand Lyssa without strain, she would have dug her hand into their chest and brought them over immediately. Alas, such a translator was not at hand. She could only infer from the cat's words that she thought this boy was worth her attention. " Well, thank you, Lyssa. You seem to have taken quite a liking to this boy." Laurelite had the face of an innocent, but she observed with the eyes of a predator. She was not all smiles and sweetness, beneath it all. You didn't become a General Queen by having a heart of gold. Slowly, she began to circle the male, looking him up and down. Nothing struck her as particularly impressive. He seemed like any other schoolboy. Certainly Lyssa did not make such a racket out of delight for that facial hair. No, Lyssa was a Guardian Cat. And Guardian Cats were good for one thing above all else. Laurelite could only hope this meant that Lyssa had found someone. But you never could be too sure. She was careful to broach the subject with discretion, cooing sweetly, " You must tell me. Do you know his name or shall I help you find it?"
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