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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 1:12 pm
Kadyrelite was less than thrilled to be out and patrolling in the wee smalls. Grumbling to herself, she leaned against the locked and barred door or the liquor shop and wondered if it would be worth breaking in and swiping herself a drink.
Does Kadyrelite consider darling Strytha nipping at her heart to be worth drinking fermented plantlife?
Ugh. Sighing to herself, the Captain rubbed at her eyes and tried to figure out a course of action for the rest of the night. Morning. Whatever.
Kadyrelite no longer enjoys her work? How... unfortunate.
"That's not the problem, you little beast," she hissed back. "As well you know. I'm just tired. Constant patrolling on top of school with little rest between makes me cranky. Just because you want to show off for the new officers."
It was an old argument. Worn, comfortable and ultimately useless. Each knew how the other felt and a balance had been struck. Rubbing idly at her breastbone, the captain felt the tracker youma within move, sending faint ripples through muscle and bone.
Well. Perhaps it is time for Kadyrelite to head home, after all. Strytha sees no reason why class cannot be skipped in favor of sleep this once.
Kadyrelite snorted a little in amusement.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 1:27 pm
Bob was far from doing anything useful like patrolling that evening but coincidentally enough, the orange Guardian just so happened to unfortunately be in the wrong place at the wrong time as the Captain began her breaking-in contemplation.
One ear flicked as green eyes slowly opened, pupils adjusting to the darkness of the early morning. He sat atop the dumpster's lid in the adjacent alley, having had his fill of the trash earlier in the evening. There hadn't been much of a score, as far as trash treasures went, but the surface was flat enough for a nap and the warm evening temperature had been accommodating... and, well, there were worse places to spend the night, he supposed.
The nearby power signature had startled him out of his sleep, though he'd soon relaxed as he realized the aura was of Chaos origin and not Order. It was a...peculiar aura, twisted from the normal agent's and curious enough to convince the cat to hop from his perch and make his way around the corner to further investigate.
Eyebrows rose as he drank in the tall glass of beautiful water loitering nearby, then rose even higher as he watched her chatter to herself.
"Please tell me you've got a Bluetooth in your ear that I'm conveniently not noticing." Paws moved another step forward and he grinned. "Or are we double the pleasure, double the personality?"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 1:37 pm
Startled, Kadyrelite spun around, instinctively going into a crouch and hissing. Except, the hiss had a hint of reverberation to it that certainly was not human. Blinking for a moment as she saw the cat and realized that it was the one talking, she relaxed slightly and straightened.
"You got no ******** clue," Kadyrelite grumbled, irritated by the cat's grin. Inside, though, she could feel Strytha's own irritation and something else. What she was feeling was a hunger. And frankly, judging by the little she could see of the cat, it was gross.
Insolent little furball. What call has it to be speaking to us? Kadyrelite should let Strytha teach it better manners.
Startled for the briefest of moments in responding, Kadyrelite blinked again and gave a bark of laughter.
"Oh my god, no. Stop thinking about that ratty hairball as breakfast. No way. Nuh uh. Gross."
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 1:55 pm
He immediately took a step backwards as she promptly crouched down closer to his level, but as she straightened up, his rump plopped down on the sidewalk and the smile returned. One paw rose and he licked it nonchalantly before brushing it across one of his ears.
"Probably not," He mused in response to her angry outburst, but whatever he had intended on following up with was quickly lost after her next comment.
As was his smile.
Eyes narrowing, he peered at the girl a little more closely. There sure as heck wasn't a Bluetooth in her ear. Not good. Really not good.
"Guardians aren't meals, last time I checked, little Captain."
The woman's aura was strong but there was still something different about this dame and that odd feeling was quickly turning into a feeling of dread.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 2:03 pm
Strytha chose that moment to visibly writhe, forcing the bone, muscle and skin of Kadyrelite's chest to bulge and ripple.
"Perhaps Guardians are not, but all Strytha and sweet Kadyrelite see is an upstart little furball. It's been so long since Strytha had a good hunt since being introduced to darling little Kadyrelite."
The inhuman, hissing voice that burbled forth was clearly amused, even if the Captain herself was not. Though, she had to admit that the idea of chasing the furry little ******** for a bit and teaching him to not grin at her had merit. And... it was kind of fun to see some of that amused attitude fade.
Face twisting into a snarl, Kadyrelite lunged for the cat, content, for the moment, to let Strytha continue to use her voice. Even if it was just to hiss and keen.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 2:33 pm
Oh sweet Chaos...
The hair along his spine began to rise as he watched the thing begin to surface up within the stranger's chest. Whatever monster was roaming around in her chest like a horrible facehugger from Alien wasn'---
Wait.
Monster?
His ears flattened as he finally recognized the aura. Youma. Somehow a youma fused with Lace & Green here and created...well, created something he didn't want to stick around and find out.
It began to spoke, the voice no longer belonging to the irritated woman but now contorted into what he could only assume was the youma's own. There wasn't enough time to react before the creature-woman struck, the Guardian instinctively yowling as his front paws shot forward, claws and fangs extended.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 2:53 pm
As needle claws sank into her skin, Kadyrelite decided that the next time Strytha got offended, she would have to distract the youma somehow. And why couldn't the idiot cat have just run?
"I swear to god, Strytha, if you try to make me eat this thing..." she growled as one arm swept out towards the cat in what had the potential to be an amazing b***h-slap.
The little beast was insulting. Strytha has a right to teach it a lesson!
Yes, Kadyrelite thought. Good. Great. Because she didn't look crazy enough before she started fighting with a cat.
Sigh.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 3:12 pm
The potentially amazing b***h-slap was indeed a direct hit, crash landing straight across the side of the cat's head. Fingers came into contact with Bob's furry cheek, barely missing the open jaws still letting out a long screech, which was promptly silenced by the sheer force of the smack.
He was sent flying backwards, barely managing to land on his feet as his eyes closed in a wince. His face throbbed - what in the hell was this Captain doing? How had she allowed the youma to share her body, how did...
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. This crazy lady had issues and they were her issues, not his. He didn't know her, he didn't care about her, he cared about himself and getting the heck out of dodge before Captain Crazy decided to follow through with her eating threat.
"I'd say catch ya later, sweetheart but I really hope I don't."
The sass was practically spit through gritted teeth, his head pounding from the pain as the Guardian turned and pushed off from the pavement, dashing down the sidewalk towards anywhere but in front of the liquor store. The two personalities could duke it out with one another, he wanted to be gone, kitty, gone.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 3:46 pm
Sibilant laughter rang out in the emptiness as Strytha once more took over the Captain's voice and taunted the retreating feline.
"Best know whose tail you plan on tweaking before you open your mouth, little Guardian. Nest time, you might not be so lucky."
The laughter faded and Kadyrelite began inspecting her arms and hands. Scratches aplenty and some deep enough to warrant a bit more care than a simple handwash and go. Once she was sure that the cat was truly gone, she sighed and then, began to laugh helplessly.
"I have never seen a more frightened cat in my life. But if we ever encounter him again or a different cat, please don't talk about eating them. I'm sure it would annoy Schorl and Queen Laurelite. I'd rather neither of us be on the end of that annoyance."
Oh, fine. But that was the most fun Strytha has had in a long time.
"Would you have really eaten him. I mean, made me eat him?"
If Kadyrelite will hurry home and feed herself and Strytha, she will never need to worry about the answer to her silly questions.
Feeling she'd gotten her marching orders, Kadyrelite shrugged and headed for home, careful to take a path opposite of the cat's.
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