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 Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:09 pm
It had been, Titanite decided as she made her way through the cold, dark night, a rough week. In fact, if she was feeling excessively generous, she may even go so far as to say that the week had been shitty. This was not, actually, a week which she would want to relive; if she had no other option, there would, in fact, be several changes that she would make to said week, probably starting out with taking a hit off whatever that dude in the bar was smoking. Because that was not a cigarette, and that certainly was not weed, and whatever it was, it had been some low-grade, repulsive s**t. The mild nausea hadn't faded, and that was making her angrier than anything else. It had been like a whole two days of stomach flu, and being trapped mostly inside, and this just could not stand. She was the type of girl who needed to be out and about, not stuck attached to some porcelain demi-god because someone had given her something bad. She stomped through the snow, kicking at the tufts of snow with a boot, reveling, for the first time ever, in the hellish cold that permeated her being. Cold was definitely better than heat when you were going to vomit. It was dark, and she couldn't much see where she was going in this section, but Titanite had not even the slightest consideration of for something like fear. Why should she? If she couldn't beat up her attempted muggers, she could just kill them. So, happily, she made another blind kick into the snow piles in the dark, sucking in a deep breath and pursing her lips to blow it out.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:27 pm
He was rummaging through the dumpster in the middle of the night. It might have been considered an all-time low, if he'd been a human being. But, thankfully for Bob, he was happily still the horribly happy fat cat that he was and so dumpster diving wasn't out of his element.
Two paws were clawing their way through trash particles when the large mound of snow came out from nowhere and pelted him, knocking him completely off of his trash can perch and into the dumpster itself.
Letting out a startled yowl, he scrambled his way out, although he now smelled of rotten eggs and rotten whatever else came from the neighboring restaurants.
Eyes narrowed as he peered at the offending party, some drugged out blue haired twit. What was it with people and blue hair?
But this...this was one of his own, for once. Which was a shame, really, because he had developed several more insults for the White Moon order, should he ever cross paths with another annoying one again.
"I felt that the Negaverse had more class than the senshi, but now I'm not so sure."
Leaning down, he licked away at a greasy smudge on his fur, still rather irritated that he now stank of the garbage he was delicately attempting to pick through.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:05 pm
The yowl was a bit startling, to be sure, and Titanite paused, (figurative) ears perking towards the source of the sound, human orbs unable to see much in the grim dim darkness. There had been a yowl (cat?) and a thud (trash can? dumpster diver?) and it was all terribly unfortunate. "Sorry cat," she called, "Hope you are not broken." The voice from the darkness was the real problem, and she gave a slightly startled choking noise, her head jerking and spinning and sending light-headed feeling through her. Oh, s**t. "Class?" she asked the darkness with some humor, "I am certain you are mistaking me for someone else. It has nothing to do with senshi or negaverse, either." Her stomach moved, and she groaned, grabbing at the nearest surface. It was, unfortunately, closer to the cat's voice. Then she was sick.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:12 pm
He saw her face before anything else, which was a terrifying sight to see in and of itself, combined with the darkness of the alleyway and the faint light from the nearby street lamp. There wasn't much time to study her expression, though, as the contents of her stomach began make a reappearance into the world by emptying itself directly beside him. The Guardian jumped away as far as he could to keep the putrid smell and off-color liquid from touching him, though the backsplash (sidesplash?) shot out and managed to hit one of his front paws, eliciting a twisted, horrified expression across his maw. This...this crazy woman was trying to puke on him now??? Having had more than enough, his claws extended out and he leaped at the vomiting woman. If she was trying to make his night more miserable, he'd be happy to return the favor - two could play at this game!
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:23 pm
The first thing Titanite became aware of was claws, and she shrieked in panic as sharp little nails dug into her. Which, I mean, considering she was mid-vomit... was really disgusting. 0/10, do not want to ever trust that guy again. She flailed at the cat with arms and legs, even though, really, she couldn't do s**t with her legs, choking on her own disgust. "Stupid- you're- ugh, you smell- stop!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:44 pm
Her arms were flailing and swatting from left to right, one extremity finally flying far enough to smack the large Maine Coon from off of her back and into the cold, wet snow below. She was still retching in between her words (which was very disgusting, and that was coming from a cat who licked his own privates clean on a daily basis), but her arms had already proven still-violent so he kept his distance.
Instead, he chose to get back at her the easiest way he knew how to: his words.
"Yeah, you're a real classy broad. You make all the rest of the Negaverse proud, let me tell you what."
And with that, the large cat padded his way out of the alley and into the street, where he was determined to find the closest water source to purge the horrifying smell from off of his fur.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 8:24 pm
Oh by the gods, she was getting preached at by a ******** cat. Just how far had she fallen? And second, why had she thought it was a good idea to get some fresh air? She should have stayed at home and died. "Real a** cat," she grumbled. And then she stared at the little wretch. She was going to find him. She could just see him in the light. She was going to find him, and step on him. And kick him. But for now, she was going home, and maybe calling her doctor in the morning. Ugh.
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