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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 4:43 pm
Most people picking up the aura of a Negaverse Captain coming from an alley way would have, quite reasonably, expected to find out that it was the hair raising warning of a trap about to be sprung on an unsuspecting individual. It just so happened that... at least for the next little while... they'd be wrong. A small army of meowing stray cats milled around each other, some more bold than others, but all with their eyes firmly on the prize... the prize being the Negaverse Agent in black and orange riders leathers pouring cat kibble and water into disposable bowls, and cracking open cans of (purchased in bulk) soft cat food, for a little extra treat. He was also keeping an eye out for animals that looked to be struggling, that might need caught and brought to the vet. Not that he could readily afford it, financially, but he was a bit more concerned that he couldn't not afford it for other reasons. He couldn't save them all, but... Anyway if there was one advantage to doing these rounds powered, it was a lot harder to get shredded when in leathers.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:37 pm
When the Birman had felt the Chaos aura as she wandered about the city, she homed in like it was a beacon. Order or Chaos, it didn't matter. Both had the sweet aloe of answers to the burning questions in her mind. It didn't even matter that this man of the Negaverse chose such a dirty place. Though, she did hope that he wouldn't be feeding her scraps from the trash. Ugh. She wormed her way in to the swarm, getting close. He probably would notice the little hat she wore upon her head or the star between her eyes that identified her as a Guardian. Maybe not. Aradia made no move to hide it. Not especially when she plopped on her bottom and spoke. "I am quite lucky to have found you, sirrah. Might you have a moment to talk?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:40 am
"JEEZE!!!" Realgar hadn't expected a voice from behind, not without a power signature or at least the sound of foot falls, and several cats retreated to safer distance at his surprised outburst, vanishing into hiding before he even turned to stare in surprise at his visitor. "Have you considered stomping?" He suggested, a bit sarcastically. "You a friend of Camelot or something?" He wasn't sure why else a strange Guardian cat would walk up to a uniformed officer of the Negaverse, not with the risks involved. There was probably a special medal for delivering the starseed of one of the rare Guardian Cats. "Talk away, I guess? What's up, fluffy-pants?" Even though he knew that at least some of them could transform into humanoid creatures that radiated an amazing amount of power, it was hard not to view them a lot like regular cats, complete with endearing nicknames based on their personal traits.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:51 pm
"No, I have not," the guardian cat answered. "Is that some better way to get the attention of a Chaos agent? If so, I shall have to use that in the future. And no, I have not heard of this Camelot fellow. Perhaps when we are finished here, you may direct me to him?" The cat smiled.. maybe. If cats could smile. "I am compiling research on the histories and mechanisms of Order and Chaos. Obviously as an uncorrupted guardian cat, I do not have the experience of Chaos such as some of the others. In fact, it would be quite intriguing to speak with them as well, if there are any around! But I digress." The birman cleared her throat. "Would you be so kind to tell me your, ah, experience as an agent for the Negaverse? Anything that you can give me would be extremely helpful."
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 8:10 am
"Actually..." He sucked breath through his teeth with a soft, breathy hiss. "I'd suggest you excersize caution approaching most Chaos agents. You're obviously not on our side, and that could get you..." He paused, but there wasn't a nice way to put it. "No, it probably will get you attacked by most of us. Camelot is a knight, one of yours. Just look for the guy clanking around in armor and a big shield. He's hard to miss." Guardian Cats. He knew less about them than he knew about anything else, even having met a couple. ...The questions were even weirder. "...What kind of experience?" He asked, suspiciously. What could he even tell her that wouldn't give order more information than they probably ought to have?
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 5:19 pm
Aradia's expression wavered at that. "Ah yes, well.. I am most certain that indeed some of your companions would not enjoy discourse with a member of the opposite side, it is something that I must do. I doubt very sincerely that none of us - Order or Chaos - truly understand this world that we exist in: magic, energy, even the true origins of Order and Chaos itself are unknown.. I can assure you that I have no desire to lord this information over your side. As such, I am glad that you are so amiable so far and can only hope that some of your fellows are like you." She took a deep breath and licked her chops. The cat could go on forever if she were allowed. "As for your question.. what kind of experience. Ah, anything really. Anything that you can share is of great import. As I said, I am quite stuck on square one as far as the role of Chaos is concerned. I realize that there are many many things that you cannot share, especially as I am considered an enemy, so even the bare basics are fine. For instance, an example, what is your purpose? Why do you fight and take energy from people?" Aradia leaned forward a bit, eagerly awaiting his response.
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 4:05 pm
"...Well I dunno about unknown... more like bogged down in a metric shitton of P.R. spin... You know. Moon princess, earth people, blah blah blah someone got pissed at someone and here we are." He waved a hand dismissively. Zia's '******** all this' attitude was... a bit pervasive. Great import? Purpose? God help him if someone gave this cat a thesaurus. "I fight because I fight, because that's what I was recruited for... and the energy and starseeds... that's more out of my clearance level. Feeding youma maybe. Something vague and handwavy about it being a sacrifice to, well... getting your little alien pals to phone home." He wasn't sure she'd get the reference, not the way she talked. Amicable and all that, but seriously what was he supposed to tell her? I fight because I don't want to be turned into a youma as punishment, because I think that's a thing?
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