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 Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 7:45 pm
The house felt so empty today. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact Anemone had managed to find herself growing bolder and bolder, leaving the house more frequently than before. With Ellie off at work, the Spectre household was indeed a ghost-town.
********* had been away for a while, but she eventually managed to find someone to take "home" with her. Nevermind the home was technically not hers to invite someone back to in the first place.
From her spot on the kitchen floor next to this somebody's ankles, the manx asked "...do they still have the leftover casserole in there? Would you mind terribly grabbing me the container if it is still there?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:03 am
"What kind of casserole?" Zia asked, grabbing a container and lifting up the top to check. "And don't say tuna." After a second she decided she was not going to greedily demand she split it with her and set the container down for the cat.
After grabbing half a sandwich, she strolled into the living room and flopped on the couch, putting her feet up and looking for the remote.
"Where is tall, blonde and surly today, anyway?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 5:59 am
"...I'm pretty sure it is chicken, not tuna..."
While Zia busied herself with finding something for herself, the small round animal made quick work of finishing off the last portion of casserole. Katlyn would just think it was Ellie finishing off the leftovers, and if not, she'd then pin the blame on the extra mouth that was Anemone.
Once her tupperware container was licked as clean as it was going to get, the feline trotted to the living room after Zia. She hopped up onto the arm of the couch and lay down. She had a good view of her companion's face.
"...I am pretty sure she's at work... even if her shift finished up an hour ago..."
Ellie had a tendency to spend quite a bit of her spare time at work. It wasn't just a job for the tomboy from what she had observed. No, that girl's job was a passion.
"...I think it's by the stack of magazines to the left..."
The Spectre household was anything but organized, and even the nearby table was evidence of such an observation. Several stacks of magazines, and a TV remote buried somewhere amidst it all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 7:30 pm
Zia shrugged with a bit of an eh. She didn't scarf the results of her pillage on the Specter fridge. She would savor the contents as she kicked up her feet and relaxed and enjoyed the day.
Because what was so weird about enjoying snacks and some daytime TV with a buddy when things were going icky? Well besides the fact that your buddy was a cat and you were breaking and entering.
"Gotcha!" She announced with her mouth full as she grabbed the remote and started clicking through channels of reruns and talk shows and 'shocking' segments title My Husband's Secret Life as an Amish Slut or something.
"So how are things with the girls?" She asked when she finally managed to swallow, just making light conversation.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2013 8:49 am
The sound of the dog in the garage barking caught the attention of her ear, which swiveled slightly in that direction before it was forced back towards Zia. More than likely there was someone on the street and Aque was trying to get their attention.
As casual a topic as it was, Zia had no way of knowing that it was far more serious than it should have been.
In a small defeated sigh, the manx easily confessed "...not so good..." How could things be good when one of the girls had just up and quit the team? However, the details were not something that she needed to burden her friend with.
Instead of continuing down that path, the manx asked "Would you be terribly offended if I asked you to pet me for a while?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 2:43 pm
When Zia picked up that she had hit a sore spot, she jumped and looked at ********* as seriously sympathetically as one could look with half a sandwich in their mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaw," She droned and scooted closer to rub her fingers behind the manx's ears.
She grabbed the sandwich with her other hand, having to give up the remote temporarily. "I'm sorry baby, are they being dramatic? We don't have to talk about that, we can talk about something else."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:25 pm
Despite the sandwich and its current placement in Zia's mouth, the feline appreciated the look she was being given. Zia closed in the gap and the feline seemed to almost practically roll into her lap from her spot on the sofa arm.
Once she was in the proper range for proper spoiling, the cat replied "Yes... quite dramatic..." However, before she could really reply to the other part about not continuing the conversation, the front door opened up.
Normally Ellie wouldn't be very loud upon entering, since she'd have nobody to talk to. However, today she had someone follow her home for the sole purpose of showing off her project in the garage. So the moment she was in the house, she was talking.
"Seriously, Connolly! I might have to beat yer a** fer strippin' those bolts!!! F*ckin' dumbest sh*t someone can do!!!" There was brief pause so she could mention "Yeah... don't mind th'mess... we ain't a neat-and-tidy household... so deal with it!"
Steps could be heard down the hallway and soon enough Ellie was at the dining room table with her backpack which was dropped onto the flat surface. The blonde ended up narrowing her eyes as she heard the sound of the television.
There was a chance it was Annie, but after craning her neck and spying not silver hair, but lilac hair, the tomboy let out a deep groan.
"NOT AGAIN..... God damn it, cat!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:21 pm
Hearing someone yell at 'Connolly' made Zia drop her sandwich right on the poor rotund feline that rolled closer to the offender and held up her hands in surrender.
"Yes, seriously! I was hungry! Jeez! Sorry!"
And then she took stock of the situation. But not as quickly as Ellie's companion who was being berated for his moment of stupidity.
Noah was behind Ellie, taking his verbal beating with some grace, and also some eye rolling and not so much grace. "Yeah yeah. Oh, s**t, trust me, I don't care about tidy--... uh."
He stopped mid step as he looked at the sofa and it's contents. One cat with a star on it's head probably would've been enough to weird him out without her friend.
"So. Uh. Why is my sister on your couch?"
Zia just smiled a toothy grin and waved with rapid enthusiasm.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:48 pm
It was raining food! Unfortunately, it was not nearly as glorious as one would have assumed, since the sandwich contents were proportionately heavy compared to the small feline's body.
She immediately squeezed out of the sandwich wreckage and began to start cleaning herself like nearly any cat would.
Which meant at the moment she wasn't going to be able to talk.
Despite her outburst, Ellie had to pause when Noah reminded her that she had an assumed normal person with her.
Until he mentioned the fact that Zia, the b*tch-face, was his sister.
The blonde tomboy could vaguely remember that ********* had mentioned something about Zia being a guardian as well.
A hard look was turned to face the man standing nearby, then turned back to the leech upon her couch. "...um.... so..... how does that work?" She blinked before she did manage to focus long enough to answer the actual question.
"......hell if I know... I think I know how she got in.... again..... God f*ckin' damn'it! Why don't ya pay fer yer own damned food!" Her dad would be pissed if he knew some stranger was essentially breaking into their house just to eat his food that his paychecks went towards paying.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 7:33 pm
"Ugh..." Noah groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was well acquainted with the fact Zia was a mooch who would steamroll anyone who gave her an inch. This was why he wouldn't even offer his homeless sister his sofa, no matter how much Shangri La judged him. He knew her and her terrible, money sucking ways.
He had attributed Ellie's confusion to the visible age gap. "She's my half sister, from my dad's second marriage." Yes, clearly only the age gap was weird here. And then he turned on Zia, because he felt as a family member, it was his duty to defend the general public from her.
"Goddammit, Zee. Come on, at least go mooch off Matt or the Gallos or some s**t, at least they got the money and willingness to give a s**t. Not everyone exists to feed you." Angry parent mode go.
Zia folded her hands behind her head and listened to the lecture with half lidded disinterest. "I am just hanging out with a buddy."
"Ellie doesn't sound like your 'buddy'," Air quotes!
"No-- *********?" She nudged the cat cleaning herself with her foot. "*********, explain. *********?" Oh s**t, ********* was pulling this normal not-talking-cat bullshit?
"*********, explain," She pleaded, leaning forward on her hands towards the cat, and then looking at her brother who was staring on like Zia may need to be committed after all (This had been a bit of a debate in recent times thanks to her perceived nervous breakdown from the nonpowered perspective of their immediate family.) and then cringed at Ellie with a confused shrug.
"No, seriously, *********," Zia frowned, and then picked up the cat without any permission and moved her like a puppet, complete with a terrible imitation of ********* voice. "Sometimes I invite my friend Zia over to eat snacks and watch shitty reruns because we are best friends!"
"Holy s**t, put their cat down, Zia."
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 7:55 pm
Ellie's brow fell as she watched this train wreck occur. With Noah's explanation, the tomboy grumbled out something that he might not have heard.
"...half what... half cat?"
Of course, Zia then slipped into some humorous pleas with the manx as she cleaned herself of the mess covering her. Which eventually devolved into a failing puppet show.
The manx let out a small whine of disapproval as her limbs were moved about from behind.
This isn't very dignified at all!
Ellie allow the terrible puppet show to go on for a bit, but once she felt that maybe ********* had learned her lesson, she finally spoke up.
"One...." she extended her pointer finger towards Noah. "Ain't my cat."
Extending a second finger, she added "Two... yer sister's probably right..."
Turning to somewhat glare at the trespasser, she asked a serious question. "...so.... how much does he know exactly? Or am I goin' t'sound like a mental patient too?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:32 pm
Okay obviously there was all kinds of secrets and mysterious things in the works here. The air was tense and people were grumbling and talking like they were toeing around a subject.
Noah just stood there blissfully oblivious to all of it and was more concerned with making his sister stop being so omfg embarrassing.
Zia stared at Noah, waiting for him to confess how much he knew. But no, he just stood there looking blank and oblivious. a*****e. She put ********* down to lift up her arms with a bit of a desperate, "Eh?!" But he didn't get the picture.
"UGH," She flopped facedown on the couch with a dramatic groan, and without lifting her head, shot a dramatic arm out in their general direction. "He is a squire named Alfheim, he knows... some things, but his ignorance is mostly because he's a lazy a*****e and not a civilian."
Noah's face twisted a bit, but then he realized that he was perfectly accepting of the fact he was a lazy a*****e and shrugged with an 'eh'. He was more offended she shared his identity with everyone and their pet cat.
"Thanks, Zee, maybe next time I'm hanging out with the guys I'll casually slip in that my sister is a mutant space cat."
"Oh don't cry like a b***h."
"I have a right to be offended about my own identity, Skankzilla." Because for being 24 and 38 they were super mature adults about these things.
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Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:46 pm
It might have seemed odd when Ellie shot the cat a look, at least to Noah. However, there was a point to the look.
"Oh! I didn't realize I was in the company of a Squire!" The feline's voice seemed to bubble with a pleasant energy. With a light giggle, she confessed "I am absolutely useless when it comes to knight stuff... can't just sense them like I can with senshi, you know?"
With a glance up to her captor and a few delicate flutters of her kitty-lashes, she asked "Did I make a good puppet?"
Now that some things had been clarified, Ellie turned to face Noah, narrowing her eyes slightly at him.
"...so yer one of those knights... eh? Alfheim....... sounds familiar........"
A brief moment of silence on her part before she mentioned "I already knew that b*tch was a space cat.... blame th'other cat."
"....I have a name you know..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 6:24 am
"Oh god, another one," Noah groaned when the cat started talking. At least this one seemed vaguely aware of how weirdly inconvenient that little quirk was, versus Thetis who just ran into his kitchen screaming and wailing about dirt.
"Would've been better if you advocated my defense without needing to be puppeted," Zia huffed, but scratched ********* behind the ears anyway.
Noah just lightly scratched the side of his head in thought when Ellie said his name sounded familiar, but, he couldn't think of a reason why. Did knights come at this age? Oh, right, Pharos.
For the most part he felt like much of the conversation was going over his head.
"Uh... anyway. Sorry about the uh," A hand lazily gestured towards Zia. "Mooch. We try to keep a muzzle on her most times but unfortunately she escapes out into the public occasionally."
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 8:35 am
Despite the comforting scratches behind her ears, the cat's ears perked up a bit as the brother spoke.
"...another one? I take it you have met another Mauvian then? Unless you mean your sister... she's... a special case!" She leaned her head back so she could look at Zia with a smile. "Nothing wrong with being unique though! I kind of wish I could run around like a person and not attract piles of youma!"
Ellie groaned slightly at Noah for apologizing for his sister. "...dude... don't apologize... it wasn't you, it was her... and the damned cat!" A sarcastic cough was forced out before she added. "Oh... I mean ********* style="color: gray">The cat lifted a paw and attempted to wave it in the squire's direction. "Hiiiiii ~" she practically cooed out.
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