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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 3:43 pm
The theater district was one of her favorite places to go while powered up. No matter what time of night it seemed like there were always lights and energy, be it from the shows themselves or everyone wandering home after making stops at the after hours bars. Tourmaline had three more months and a handful of days before she could legally join in on any of the drinking, sure, but she could watch everything going on below and she could plan. Two couples; one laughing, one walking briskly. Both would be easy targets, so simple to break up their happiness by taking one of them out or draining both. No. A single person looking sad; she could swoop down, snatch a starseed and save them from their misery. No. Nothing seemed tempting. She'd spent days fighting and now all she wanted to do was sit back and contemplate the vast nothingness that was anything resembling what she used to do. "Urgggh." Tourmaline pushed herself up from the ledge she'd been sitting on, holding one arm out on either side of her in order to practice her balancing act instead, walking slowly around the edge of the building as that might somehow be more interesting.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:11 pm
He watched the Captain curiously from a distance, one paw crossed over the other while his chin rested atop them both. His tail flicked every other minute or so, the Maine Coon otherwise remaining rather still as he watched the scene unfold around him.
She'd been staring at others as they passed for a while now, a grim expression plastered over her face - especially when couples were the ones doing the passing. Seems like she was having some kind of issues with the idea of dating. Or couples. Or handholding, or something.
It wasn't as if she were ugly; Bob would understand her dilemma if she had an ugly mug on her or maybe were double in size or had a more pronounced nose or some missing teeth. Ugliness, he understood, but she was attractive in her own punkish, rebellious looking way. Maybe it was a personality problem.
As the girl finally gave up on her people watching task, she rose from her seat and he followed suit automatically, more curious as to her situation than to bother leaving the lonely Negaverse agent alone to her own devices. Padding along behind her, he finally decided to let his presence be known.
"I take it we're dealing with boy problems, sweetcheeks?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:37 pm
Tourmaline hadn't noticed the nearby aura, assuming that it was further away and paying it no mind at all until it began to move as she moved. It was weak enough that it didn't feel like it was getting any closer, though-- Not a senshi of any level, too shadowy a feel for that, but not another Negaverse agent either and certainly not a senshi. She pondered moving faster just to see if it would continue following after her and likely would have had she not heard a voice. The voice caught her off guard and she teetered, catching herself before she could fall off the ledge. Falling would have been problematic; a waste of energy to teleport to keep herself from hitting the ground too hard. Her eyes were bright and steady as she looked over her shoulder for the source of the voice... With nothing at eye level or in the immediate area that she could see, Tourmaline glanced down. "... You're a cat?" The second guardian cat that she'd met, if the talking and the star meant anything. "What does a cat know about boy problems?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 4:52 pm
His stare in return was deadpanned, both furry ears flattening backwards in distaste of her comment. Okay, well, he was quickly beginning to understand why Rebellious Punk was having difficulties with relationships.
"I ain't neutered, sister."
Legs flexed and he stretched out before padding his way directly up to her, plopping his rump inches away from her boots. "The name's Bob, sunshine. What am I supposed to call you, besides rude?"
Pausing, one claw moved up to scratch an itch behind his ear. "And while we're at it, what's eating ya? It's none of my business, but I couldn't help but watch you ignore all those pretty little starseeds as they passed you by."
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:21 pm
" Tourmaline." The young woman rolled her eyes before glancing down to the feline again. If she hadn't already insulted him she might have continued on, going as far as to question who would name a cat Bob. "None of them were worth the effort of catching. I've met my quota for the week, so anything else is just bonus and none of them seemed right." She shrugged her shoulders before shifting on her feet, hopping down from the ledge so that she could take a seat next to the cat. "Someone die and make you a General Cat? Or are you just their new version of the cheer squad? Bob the Cat as a mascot of the Negaverse?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:41 pm
The insults rolled off him like water off a duck's back. Instead, he chose to scoot even closer to the Captain, forcing his side against her arm as he nuzzled and pressed against her dark uniform. Orange ears and cheeks rubbed softly, the cat eliciting a loud, contented purr before he bothered responding to her rather catty comments.
"Thankfully, no one's dead on my behalf and I'd rather not take any sort of position of power, if that's okay with you, T."
Paws began to knead the concrete next to him, but he paused as he found the cold unappealing. His nose twitched. "I'm sorry if you expected me to cheer you up. Curiosity and cats go hand in hand, after all."
One paw rose and pushed against her leg. "So are you going to talk or are you going to keep on with the insults?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:08 pm
Her brow lofted as she glanced to the large, orange monster of a cat. "You're getting fur on my uniform." The comment was half hearted and while she could have tried to push the feline away she didn't, instead vanishing her gloves so that she wasn't scratching at him with clawed fingertips when she started petting him. Familiar enough with regular cats and their care, she started by giving him a light scratch behind the ear before slowly running her hand down along his back. "What should we talk about, Bob? How bright the stars are tonight? What shows are playing down in the theater? I'm afraid small talk isn't something that I'm the best at and, unfortunately, if you ask my friends most of my chatting comes along with an insult or two as well." A soft smirk touched her lips as she lifted her hand before resting it lightly on his head.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 6:54 pm
"Only the best people are blessed with fur on their coats."
His back arched with her touch, tail pushing upwards as he purred even louder the further her hand fell. He found himself turning around, pushing up and against the hand that rubbed him until he was satisfied with the amount of petting he'd received. Leaning up, he nipped the tip of the finger resting atop of his fluffy head.
"I'd ask them, but it seems you are lacking of friends at the moment, kiddo. Maybe you insulted them once too many times?"
Licking the offended digit, he chuckled softy. "Ah, no matter. Nothing a drink or two couldn't fix. Do you mind finding us some?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 7:14 pm
"Depends, are you a fan of Coke or Pepsi?" She snorted, giving the cat one more scratch behind the ears before pushing herself up to her feet. "Last cat I ran into was a fan of corn dogs. Well, last cat I ran into with a star on their forehead. Most cats are content enough with water, dry kibble and the occasional pouch of wet food." She scuffed her boots across the rooftop, heading for the opposite side where the ladder down to the fire escape was. "I have plenty of friends, by the way. There just aren't any of them that I want to spend time with tonight. What about you, Bob? Why are you here tonight?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:24 am
Ignoring what he presumed was an intentional feign of ignorance over his preferred drink choice, he snickered under his breath at the mention of corn dogs. Bob had also met a Guardian with an unhealthy affinity for the breaded meat sticks, so it seemed to be a safe bet that they were thinking of the same, angry little black cat. Unless, of course, there was a whole litter of those little jerks around - God help Destiny City, if that were the case. " Most cats also are content with their de-evolved heritage, unlike true Mauvians." He followed after, his pace much slower as he studied her backside. Or ankles, rather - being barely over a foot tall didn't allow for much view room, without craning his neck. "I'm here because I like being outdoors. Wild animal and all that." He offered a predatory grin, despite knowing her back was turned to him. "Unlike little sulking girls, who tend to prefer sleepovers and Netflix binges instead of rooftop snooping." Bob would have probably preferred a good Netflix binge, himself, but at the moment his priority was further snooping into the life of an irritated Negaverse Captain.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2017 3:12 pm
"A fine feline of your size? Wild? You mean there's not a single person who looks out for you and makes sure that you're well fed?" Her brow quirked as she cast a glance over her shoulder to the tom. "I find that hard to believe, honestly-- The like being outdoors bit too. You seem like a chaise lounge and channel surfing kind of cat to me." Was she... Teasing him? Yes. There was a light smirk on her lips as she hopped up onto the ledge, turning to drop herself down onto the ladder. "You didn't answer me about the drink, Bob. What's your preference in poison?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 8:59 am
"If you find rum to go with that Coke of yours, I'd make for one happy kitty cat."
He smirked at her comments as he studied the metal ladder and landing. Unlike the Negaverse agents and senshi, Guardian cats didn't have the luxury of teleporting elsewhere if they slipped up and fell off - so he had to be slightly more mindful of his footing during their descent. Cats may always land on their feet, but dropping from the tenth floor instead of the first would create a bit more of a sting than he'd care to receive.
"I do love a good show," he purred, thoughts of his current spread of shows back home on Rob's Netflix account, "But I can't sit around indoors, all cooped up. Nature calls, all that sort of instinct thing." Tossing her a wink, he added, "Though, while we're at it - ya got a decent lounge I could borrow sometime, kid?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 5:28 pm
" Unfortunately, I won't be getting anyone rum until April-- Late April, at that." Tourmaline snorted softly as she began to descend the zig-zag of stairs on the fire escape after the trip down from the roof. "I'm also pretty sure that rum can't be all that good for a cat, even a Mauvian one." She doubted that it mattered to the massive ginger cat. He didn't exactly look like he understood that there were some things he shouldn't have, or like he cared, really. The tom probably embodied the everything part of 'everything in moderation'-- Sans moderation. "So what channel's your favorite? Animal Planet?" Her brow quirked as she hopped from the last landing down to the ground, looking up to the cat for a moment while waiting for him to join her. "They don't allow pets in my building. It's the only reason why I haven't gotten a cat of my own yet; an actual cat, not a talking one."
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 7:12 pm
He scoffed, shaking his head. "Are you telling me that you, Captain, will pluck a starseed from a living being's chest without a second thought....but you're afraid of breaking apartment rules by bringing in an innocent little cat?"
Innocent and little were stretches when it came to describing himself, but Bob rolled with it. After all, he had a point to make!
Plopping onto the ground beside her, he promptly moved forward and sat on the tip of her boot, looking up expectantly as if to say now carry me, human woman. "You're not afraid of breaking a few rules, are you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2017 8:40 pm
"Pluck it without a second thought? Sure. Doesn't take all that much thought to yank a starseed-- Put it in my pocket and take the life that comes along with it as opposed to giving it back?" Her brow remained lofted, shoulders shrugging as her expression shifted. "I'm not that heartless... No matter what my ex says." Nothing. He won't be saying anything. Honestly, even if he did say anything, he still seemed convinced that there was something good inside of her-- Not that she considered herself bad. Reckless, devious, fun, maybe... But not bad. "Pah... No. I'm not afraid of breaking a few rules. What I am afraid of is potentially breaking my back if I try picking you up, Bob. If you'd like to kick back and watch... You never actually told me what you enjoy watching. If it's something boring that could be a deal breaker."
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