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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 8:40 pm
Beringia had left for a small patrol in his nearby area. It was 4am, and the jogger outfit he usually wore was replaced with the covered gear of Beringia, and he adjusted the collar of the uniform.
His intent to was to make sure chaos had not found its way to his neighborhood.
So far though, so good.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 6:30 pm
Not that Silk would ever admit this to anyone, but that sudden pop up of an Order signature startled him. The kitten immediately poofed out, eyes wide as he arched on top of the stone fence post he was currently situated on. It wasn't right next to him, but it was close enough. Now pissed off (more so than usual) that he had been startled, the kitten went looking for it, to give that Order trash a piece of his mind. Silk ran along the fence post, following it around the block in the direction of the signature when he found it. Some Order knight looking a** wipe. Thinking he had the element of surprise on his side, the kitten wasted no time in leaping from the post and at the Page.  "You're in the wrong neighborhood, buddy!" He sneered, claws outstretched.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 7:55 pm
Beringia didn't know how to feel about a kitten attacking him, but since it was happening, he immediately picked the thing up with both hands and held it out, and away from him.
"Oi, Small thing, Do not be attacking me." The russian said with a thick accent , thicker then usual thanks to the early morning. "What are you doing?" He should've been surprised by the talking part but he had heard of guardian cats, and seeing as Polaris mentioned her own well...
Added to that, the cat gave off a slight hint of chaos and it made him narrow his eyes. He was not against hurting animals (especially cats) but wanted to test the waters with this one first.
"Perhaps it is you, in the wrong neighborhood hmm?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 9:19 pm
That was actually pretty smart. Someone, for once, had secured him with both hands and held him away. Silk hissed, his tail poofing out like a baby bottle cleaner. The thick accent was immediately picked on for Silk's heated insulting. "Speak English! This is Ah-Mare-Eh-Ca!" The kitten spat, and wiggled and squirmed violently. He tried picking up his black claws to catch the page's palms, to dig and scratch. "Gonna take you out! Order is trash, and you should corrupt or die!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 10:58 pm
"I'm an in american. And I am speaking English." Beringia stared at the kitten as if it was an alien (jk it was) and continued to keep it a arms reach away.
"Nyet, Little Kitten, I have better things to do then be in pain with your claws." He wiggled his arms to keep the paws away and then squeezed the body to give Silk a little warning. "Stop writhing around, Or I will drop you in basket and take you to pound."
And then he waited, "Or worst, give you to Olga, she would crush you with her love."
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:11 am
Silk was wiggled, and squeezed, and he was just not happy. The kitten let out a low yowl, but once the page stopped squeezing him, Silk resumed wiggling. Because it was the best he could do at the moment to try and get out of his hands. He wiggled and squirmed so hard.  "I'll take you to the damn pound---" He seethed, " In pieces." He gave out another hiss, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Who is the hell is Olga!? Your mom? I'll mess her up and corrupt her, too!" A pause, "Or point my general who could rip out both your star seeds before you even blink in your direction!" The kitten then craned his neck, and bit into the flesh between the thumb and pointer finger of Beringia's hand. Pixie Nyxie I'm dying at your gif, and now also because of this gif
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 11:58 pm
"I see, so you are bad kitten." Beringia didn't like that he was fighting with a kitten of all things.
The bite earned the kitten a very angry face,
before Beringia dropped him and then pushed him away with a boot.
"Get lost kitten, scat scat."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 5:25 am
Silk let out a grunt as he was dropped, finally, and when he was nudged with a boot, he poofed out in indignant rage. How dare he nudge him with a boot like he was a dust bunny. In this moment, he truly wished he even had a quarter of the power Labyrinthite had. This a** wipe wouldn't be so quick to dismiss him then, but speaking of the general, it was seriously tempting to paint a target on this guy's back. Just for the sake of getting back at him. Seething he was with wanting to wipe the guy's face off, so focused on wanting to be able to do at least something to get back at him, he felt a power collect and spark in his forehead. On a level he didn't know what this was, but at the same time, it came naturally. Silk focused his little fluffy rage at the Page, and conjured a beam to shoot at the man. It was an emergency. His pride was hurt. Pixie Nyxie In an emergency all cats can expend energy to shoot a beam of force from the center of their star sigil. This is draining and cannot be done with much frequency. The beam is more like a stun than a real weapon and is not capable of doing much more than stunning a normal youma or turning body parts numb. It may destroy the lowest level youma but the odds of finding some are pretty rare.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 9:15 am
Oh no, the light was brightening on the kittens head. Beringia was pretty sure that wasn't good, and he didn't want to find out.
Whoops too late, the beam hit full on his chest, stunning and knocking the breath out of him. He took a couple steps back, falling back on his a** and staring at the kitten.
"vhat, Vhat magic is this?" His body tingled with numbness, then started to fade. "Vhat did you do little beast?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2016 8:30 pm
There was a harsh feeling of terrible glee rushing through him---to see what he had managed to do to the Page--- Woah. Silk wobbled precariously, that glee suddenly getting swept away as all the energy had seemed to leave him with that beam. Okay. Woah. He felt drained and exhausted, and was stumbling around like those stupid humans that had too much to drink. Damn. Apparently he couldn't use it again soon, then. Still, he had knocked the man down---he had this battle now--- The chaos guardian leaned towards the Page when a shred of common sense kicked in. It was telling him to bolt now, while he still could. Silk teetered in the opposite direction of Beringia--- But he couldn't just turn tail and be a coward--- He teetered back towards the Page. "I---I kicked your a** and I'll do it again---" He threatened, sounding out of breath.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 9:24 pm
Silk was about to get a rude awakening if he didn't get out of here sooner then his little magic trick wore off. Beringia didn't really like cats already so he'd have no problem punting the little b*****d off into the ditch and being done with him.
"Vould be better if you run little beast." Beringia spat and his arms shifted just slightly, as if he was forcing himself to work so he could get his hands back on the cat. "Magic vill fade and then you vill find new home, in dumpster." He narrowed his eyes, "Or fed to my dog."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:05 pm
Silk wobbled unsteadily some more, and despite feeling drained, still managed to puff out like a baby bottle brush, offended. His ego would never tire. "Says the---the a** wipe who's---on the ground---" Too bad he couldn't shoot another laser. Too bad this laser was set to stun and not to kill. Even he knew he should really scoot along now---but still. Still he needed to get the last hit in. With his mind made up. Silk's back arched, and he then wobble-ran sideways at the knight, where he then proceeded to reach out and swipe his claws at the man's ankle--- And then shot off like a drunk bat out of hell before he could be grabbed. There. That showed him.
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