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 Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2016 9:12 pm
It was late, the sun had set hours ago and the briskness of the fall to winter air was attempting to settle against his skin and seep into his bones. As usual, the only 'warm' article of clothing he wore was his jean jacket with the hoodie beneath it. The hood was drawn up over his head, keeping his ears warm, and his hands were shoved in his jacket pockets as he waited in line for the street vendor to finish helping the scattered few before him.
His stomach rumbled, because it's been a long shift without a break and he hadn't eaten since noon. It wasn't that uncommon for him to go without eating for long stretches of time but this had been one of the worst times.
Finally, his turn came and he exchanged crumpled bills for a basic hotdog. A grunt of thank you and he was headed down the street, pulling the foil off of the hotdog and adjusting it in his hands so that could take a bite.hetzerei it's sorta lame but here it is
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 11:43 am
Faust’s long forays into the street to look for potential recruits culminated in a few interesting lessons. First, he learned how to evade the cooing of cat lovers everywhere as they tried to impede his progress. Second, he learned how to use said cat lovers as discouragement for a youma or agent’s pursuit of him. And lastly, perhaps most importantly, Faust learned how to quickly and efficiently steal food from unsuspecting passersby.
And as lunchtime left the cat hungry, he crouched in practice of these very principles. He appraised his potential targets from his stealthy location between two trash cans. A small handful of people gathered to seat themselves around a hot dog stand, and others moved further away for their privacy. He liked the private ones, because they often never kept an eye out for inquisitive cats. He spotted precisely his type from Trash Can Surveillance, too - some tall dude that looked too grumpy and self-absorbed to consider anything but his hotdog.
Once the foil came off, Faust sprang into action. The large feline set in motion all of his built-up kinetic energy, nigh breaking the sound barrier with his sprinting, then leapt into a corkscrew dive that would’ve left the choreographers for The Matrix chafing with jealousy. In Faust’s imagination, slow motion kicked in while his paws expertly repelled the man’s interference, and the hotdog itself was caught neatly in his mouth. He landed on his feet and continued his inertia in a retreating sprint, leaving any onlookers awed by his physical prowess.
In reality, Faust slammed face-first into the hotdog bun, knocked the hotdog out of said bun while he spiraled to the ground gracelessly, then stole the now-dirtied piece of meat in a quick scamper. Satisfied, however, he decided to return to his trash cans for the feast.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 2:55 pm
Kavinsky was incredibly aware of the people that passed around him, but it didn't occur to him that he needed to be wary of the creatures around him. Thus, he was wholly unprepared for a furry creature to launch themselves at him swiping his hotdog.
It happened in a messily quick fashion, cat body flying past his face and knocking first the dog then the bun from his hands. The meat was lost completely but Kavinsky managed to stumble forward enough to snatch the bread out of the air.
Unfortunately, in his surprise he crushed it his hand and had to hiss out an irritated breath before he made the split second decision to chase said hotdog thief.
There was a part of him that knew he was being ridiculous, but there was another part of him, that prideful part of him, that wanted to strangle the cat and make sure that it didn't enjoy his meal if he couldn't.
"What the ********," he cursed as he tailed after the cat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 5:02 pm
Feline grunts eked out around the captive hotdog when Faust realized he was being pursued. The awkward puff picked up his pace, and relied on his superior dodging skills to get to the trash cans in time. Success was within his grasp -
And then he fumbled the hotdog. Spinning around, Faust hissed and swatted threateningly at his pursuer. He didn’t care what this dude was on about - a fairly won hotdog was a fairly won hotdog. Not like Whitey here fought back. At least, not effectively. „Yo, step off! This s**t ain’t yours anymore! You come any closer and I’ma cut a b***h!“ Faust brandished claws to prove his point.
This a*****e needed to learn the law of the land, and Faust was about to tell it to him old-school. Best case scenario for Mr. Douche here was retreating to the streets and blathering on about a talking cat. Good, let the rest of the world think he’s crazy.
He already lost his hotdog to a damn cat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 5:30 pm
It was surprisingly easy to catch up the thieving cat.
He did expect the first swat, because he was getting between an animal and a piece of food but there was this matter of his pride. Kavinsky hardly ever spent money on food if he could avoid it and now that he had, figures he'd lose it to some dumb animal.
What he didn't expect was for the cat to start talking to him.
With a groan, he pushed at the cat's face with one hand and then rubbed his face with the other. "You've got to be ******** kidding me," he hissed, clearly annoyed by this turn of events.
He reached for the scruff of Faust's neck. "I'm not afraid of a cat. I've dealt with worse and that talking bullshit. Been there, seen that."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 6:18 pm
Instinctively Faust tried to bite the offending hand. Unfortunately, it didn’t offer much purchase, so he shrunk away from it instead.
And then the guy seized him like Quenton did, leaving the cat temporarily paralyzed. Luckily, Faust wasn’t out of tricks - and even if Whitey knew about the talking trick, Faust bet he didn’t know about the kitty laser. Energy began to collect in his forehead star, emitting a faint glow while Faust’s ears flatted to his skull. „You jus’ keep talkin’, Whitey. Imma show you not to mess with Faust or his lunch.“
If the guy so much as farted like a Negaverse agent, Faust intended to smack him down and leave him for dead.
Claw out his eyes.
Chew through his arteries.
Dig out his throat.
Imma show that Metallia b***h who’s boss fo’ sho’, Faust assured himself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 6:40 pm
Kavinsky wondered when his life had become so comical and there was a dull, distant part of him that wondered if he was being punked. Unfortunately nothing about this was any more ridiculous than when Indivar had given him his henshi pen in the first place.
A talking cat with a glowing forehead star was less concerning than the orange shorts.
"Don't know what that does, but not afraid of it." He brought the cat close to his face, then moved to flick it's forehead.
He stopped, then dropped Faust unceremoniously, uncaring where the cat would land and promptly stepped on the fallen treat. "Point was, you don't get to keep the things you steal."
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 7:05 pm
Little did this a*****e know that Star Cats packed a serious punch. Faust found no compunctions about using this power on a civilian that threatened his lunch - especially since he wasn’t about to catch another hot dog quite as easy as this one. Maximum Strength approached its limit as soon as Whitey released his scruff.
Faust waited but a few more seconds and…
PEW
The laser shot off from the cat’s forehead, despite Whitey’s flick at the star, and Faust aimed it straight for the other man’s ankle. Immediately afterward he grew exhausted, especially after witnessing the crushing of the hotdog. Sheeit, you think I never ate slop off the ground before? ‚S still good.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2016 8:11 pm
K didn't know what he was expecting but it sure as ******** wasn't a goddamned laser beam.
The second it hit his leg, he was thrown back with a sputter of Russian curses slipping from his lips. He fell on his a** quite hard, arms thrown back in time to keep his skull from cracking on the ground. In the aftermath, he couldn't really feel his leg and he thought that was a little concerning.
Another string of incoherent curses and Kavinsky used his other leg to kick out at the cat. "I'm about ready to skin you," he hissed, gray eyes narrowed into a glare.
Unable to do much at the moment, the man looked very, very pissed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 8:22 am
Huffing, Faust only managed a short response. „Heeeeelllllll no.“ The cat wasted no time in licking up some of the hotdog debris, and secured what he could in his mouth before he fled from the offending foot. Down the alley and out into the street, Faust knew he wouldn’t have trouble.
The streets were a rough place, but this kitty still managed some lunch - even if he had to use his kitty beam to do it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2016 9:00 am
By the time he'd regained enough feeling in his leg to do anything, Faust was long gone and with some annoyance, Kavinsky picked himself off the ground and shook out the leg that betrayed him. Gritting his teeth together, he shook his head, stuff his hands into his jacket pockets and stalked off.
The cat may have won this round, but if he ever saw it again...
Well, it would probably be in Faust's best interest to stay the ******** away.
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