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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 12:05 pm
It didn't take long for Bob to figure out the shady parts of Destiny City from the non-shady sides. Thankfully for him, though, he didn't have to worry about getting mugged or left for dead. Those were human problems. His only problems involved unleashed dogs and angry restaurant owners - well, and the occasional senshi or two. But he'd checked to make sure the coast was clear before lounging around and as luck would have it, it seemed to be a good night for people watching.
More specifically, broad watchin'.
A hot little number waltzed by, nearly stepping on his long, furry tail with her red six inch stilettos. Not that he minded much, since her swift passing gave him a beautiful view of her backside, enclosed in a tight excuse for a dress.
"Hey, baby - ever notice how screw rhymes with me and you?"
The cackle that followed subsided as soon as she did an about-face, angrily searching for whatever chauvinistic pig had cat-called her. Seeing only one man walking nearby (and a mangy feline, loitering by a Stop sign), she took her purse and promptly began using it as a weapon against the defenseless (and very confused) male civilian. She soon began chasing him down the street as he hollered for help, leaving the cat to snicker at his own private joke.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 2:36 pm
Obsidian had never been a cat person. They were messy, smelly, hairy, obnoxious little shits. Grendel had been enough, and with Nealite's "death", he hadn't seen the fur ball since. He was currently lurking in the more questionable parts of town, passing time while keeping an eye out for any potential recruits that he might deem worthy. The pickings were slim.
The entertainment, however, was not.
The commotion was enough to pull his gaze, and his lips curled upward as the woman began to beat the only man on the streets who'd apparently offended her somehow... and then he saw the cat. His eyes widened a fraction, and he waited until the unfortunate couple was long out of sight before he gracefully stepped off the roof top.
His landing was mostly silent, but his greeting rang out on the darkened street. "Bob? Did you really drag your sorry a** all the way to Destiny City?" It was a laugh, and for once, the redhead appeared almost happy.
Almost.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 7:01 pm
Aw, crap.
The aura had snuck up on him - meh, who was he kidding - he hadn't paid nearly enough attention over the last half hour to notice anything but the junkies and hookers. And here he was, now stuck in a confrontation with some overzealous pompou---
Lazy gaze turned to a genuinely surprised expression as he slowly recognized the General now looming over him. It took him a few moments, but there was only one redhead in his history who held his liquor better than any other Neganerd he'd ever seen.
"Red!"
He straightened up, propping his weight up as he rose from his sprawled position. "I knew there was s**t going down around here but I never thought I'd find you as the cause of it."
Bushy tail flicked sideways as he studied the tall human. The darkness under his eyes had faded and he smelled suspiciously of things non-liquor related. "You're looking relatively healthy, for a change."
Pause.
"You haven't given up the bottle, have you?"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 6:51 pm
You can imagine his initial mirth to find a guardian cat named Bob of all things, rather than half of the fancy s**t they were calling themselves these days. However, Bob had quickly proven to be a hell of a bad influence, and Obsidian had wasted more time in the city than he'd ought to.
The question earned helpless sort of shrug, but he didn't look particularly ashamed. "No the bottle, but the starseeds for sure. Gettin' too old." The reasons were deeper than that, but out in the open wasn't exactly the place to get into nitty-gritty details. "You better watch your a** around here before someone tries to put you to work." He drawled, pausing for a moment.
You know, he'd rather like to see their new queen try to do as much.
With a rueful shake of his head, Obsidian wisely didn't voice those thoughts. "Really, though. This place is going to s**t. If I were you, I'd get out now... Unless the words 'hostile takeover' p***k any interest."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2016 7:55 am
Work and Bob did not exactly jive well together, but Obsidian had been a rather classy cat himself, when it came to avoiding responsibilities. Honestly, it was probably one of the reasons Bob had found him a delight to lounge around with in the first place, drinking alongside the older fella as he popped a star seed or two, pulled some crazy a** pranks while causing a minor case of mayhem or two. When the General had finally departed from the city - looking worse for wear, he might add - it had left Bob feeling bored for months.
"Rob screwed up, decided he had an itch for a new place with some new faces to scam." One furry shoulder moved up in a shrug. Truth be told, it didn't matter what city they were in, as long as basic necessities were met, along with Rob's consistent drinking habits. The mention of the lawyer was casual, the Guardian indifferent as to whether 'ol Obby even cared to remember his existence. "Met a few cats, a couple little peons here and there but you're the first Big Dog I've seen around here so far."
The thought brought a new question to light... did that mean Obsidian himself had really straightened up? Did kicking the bad habit mean he was back to actually working?
"Hostile takeover? Are we talkin' you or the senshi around here?"
His tongue lazily poked out as he groomed his paw, moving it to brush against his chest. "Because I've run across some of these brats already and while they've got gumption, they're rather...."
Bob searched for the proper word to convey his thoughts, "...aimless. They flit around but they don't seem to have a group goin' or anything."
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 9:10 am
There was a quiet grunt at that. 'Rob' didn't ring a bell, but it didn't matter one way or another. He knew the Guardian pretended to be an ordinary cat rather than bond with a Negaverser. Considering the current batch running around, that didn't really surprise him. "There's a few of us poking around. And by that, I mean generals, sure... but none of the old gang." No one worth mentioning, at any rate. "You think I'd let senshi take over running things?" His laughter was a low rumble, and his grin was more teeth than mirth. "Nah, nah, nah. And yeah. Aimless. Typical Negaverse standard, these days. Let 'em dither about like a flock of rabid sheep without any direction. So? We take control. Good old Queenie ain't doin' s**t." He paused to spit, not seeming to care in the slightest that such insubordination could get him demoted--or worse. "Still. Doesn't mean we charge in guns blazing." It was smarter--and more fun--to sit in the shadows and tweak things here and there. Lean on the right person, offer a suggestion here and there...
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 7:59 am
His idle expression flickered for a moment when the tall General had uttered a single word that sent a shiver down the cat's spine.
Queenie?
He knew he'd gotten into the thick of things by allowing himself to be moved to Destiny City, but from the sound of it, he had unwittingly subjected himself to a lot more action than he'd expected to be seeing.
"Beryl's dead, you'd already told me as much when we met last." His licked his lips nervously, one green eye moving to glance down the sidewalk out of habit. "So I'm going to assume some other bigwig decided to set up camp for herself? She anything I should be worrying about, you think?"
The last thing he wanted was another dame telling him what to do, especially if it had anything to do with work.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 11:00 am
His fingers strayed to his pocket with a twitch, as though yearning to find a starseed there to take the edge off his nerves. No such luck. "She is. The new General-Kings and Queens they shipped in here from other countries--the one b***h got herself promoted. Nearly got herself killed when the senshi raided the Negaspace. Metallia was impressed.."
He snorted out a laugh, but there was bitterness there. "Don't know. Keep doing what you're doing. If you get summoned, you'll know you're s**t out of luck." He certainly wasn't about to run around screaming that the Mauvian was back in the city.
"Either way, she can't make things worse than they already are." Obsidian shrugged.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 11:25 am
He barked out a laugh, the sound low and unnatural. Cats had nine lines, after all - so maybe he'd have to lose one or two, after everything was said and done in this new joint, but he'd still come out on top in the end. He always did.
"How about you treat us to a drink, for old time's sake?"
As if to encourage the suggestion, the ginger cat took a giant leap, catching on to the General's cape and climbing upwards as he made himself at home around the redhead's shoulders. Like Iago to Jafar, he fit like a glove, paws stretching themselves out over the edge, nestled atop the sliver of armor that resided there.
"Then you can tell me more about how this city's tearing itself apart, eh? With a little bit of whisky to help out your storytelling abilities?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 12:16 pm
There was a grunt as the hefty cat easily scaled him like a tree, but the redheaded general merely rolled his shoulders to get comfortable. "Shall I? Fine. But only because you're a damn sight for sore eyes. " Once he was certain that Bob wasn't about to go tumbling off, Obsidian set off for a shady little bar he often visited around this time.
"First, let me tell you about the obsession these higher-ups have with bonding with youma of all things..."
It was going to be a good night.
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