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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:40 pm
Most of Isaiah's time spent in cafes was expressly dedicated to introspection, despite the bustling atmospheres. Coffee provided a wamn grounding point for contemplation, he found, and often the frequency of customers kept any staff tied up well enough to leave him be. They doubled to deliver him from obligations at his store, or at home, where interactions with employees or Kavinsky were nigh mandatory (though perhaps less so for the gruff russian man). Here, the average cafe offered solace and solitude despite the presence of so many strangers. Here, he could look out the window with all the thoughts in his head without disturbance. Here, he could look upon a scene out of an eclectic comic book.
Isaiah could say, with sober certainty, that he had never before witnessed a cat wearing a necktie while sitting on an awning. And his history with illicit drug use was robust enough to allow for such an occurrence, too. The thought of it alone left him on the verge of a chuckle as he looked out at the sight from his vantage point in the cafe. He held his supicions about the cat's identity as a Mauvian, of course; the display of a star on the forehead pegged the feline for what it was. And having met few of the senshi's furry counterparts, Isaiah decided that a short exchange was in order.
Powering up became a simple matter of cutting through the 'employees only' area of the cafe and discovering their derelict receiving area. As the power of Scholomance greeted him, he found the strength to crest the roof of the building easily, and looked down toward the feline in question. Still there, he noted.
Another leap left him cresting the same building as the cat, and in looking down from the parapet, hailed the furry stranger. Moments before doing so, he hoped desperately that he was right about its identity as a Mauvian, and that he wasn't just greeting some stray that wrangled itself into a necktie. "Mauvian, right?" The knight braced himself against the ledge with his palm. "Haven't seen one of you in a while. Got a minute?" Scholomance jerked his head upward in invitation. Mauvians, he figured, had more to lose if seen talking in public.ghouliboo thanks for doing this! and i hope this works for a start!
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 7:11 pm
The weather was unnaturally warm for March, but Bob embraced the climate change with open paws. Or, rather, with a sprawled out form as the large cat continued working on soaking up the remaining rays of the afternoon sun. He'd found the perch easy enough to hop onto, the fabric awning proving strong enough to hold his weight as he made himself at home on the store's property.
The Order aura had sent a brief shiver down his back when it had suddenly appeared. It was close, but not close enough to pinpoint - for whatever reason it had appeared, Bob made the assumption that it had little to do with furry 'ol him. So, when the voice called out to him from above, he gritted his teeth for a brief second at being proven entirely, terribly wrong. It hadn't been an aggressive voice, not like that chocolate senshi's, but the fact that it belonged to the other faction....
Well, it wasn't the most reassuring thing, either.
He glanced up at the man, who was gesturing for him to join him on the ledge up above. Green eyes narrowed in suspicion, but the Knight, despite clearly winning the Creepiest Looking Fellow Award for the day, seemed harmless enough with his intent towards the Chaos Guardian.
Far too intrigued to take off and leave the Knight hanging in the breeze, the Mauvian slowly rose from his perch and made the effort to hop upwards, landing on the ledge next to the young man. Straightening his tie with one paw, his attention was freely given to Scholomance.
"I have several to spare, depending on the topic." A furry eyebrow rose upwards, curiosity getting the better of him. This wasn't the first time an Order member was cordial to him, but it was certainly the first time one seemed to seek him out. "If you're trying to convert me, though, you'd be better off not wasting your breath or my time."
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 9:35 am
Initially Scholomance thought nothing of the encounter. Mauvians seldom breathed an energy signature, and the knight became only vaguely aware of it when the Mauvian sat in conversational distance of him - a faint breath of auric energy so subtle that any less astute would easily miss it. And Scholomance himself would have gone on without noticing the Mauvian's aura were it not for the offhand mention of conversion. Scholomance cocked a bow in turn, echoing the disheveled cat's own expression, and looked on inquisitively. He realized, then, that the exuded aura was not one closely aligned with the White Moon, but strayed far more toward the Negaverse.
"I'm not in the business of pitching purification," Scholomance confirmed straightforwardly. "And I wasn't aware that the Negaverse even had cats. That's your affiliation, right? Or is it Dark Mirror? Feels more Negaverse…" Scholomance trailed off, letting the tangential observation drop into the heavy gap between them.
"It doesn't matter." He waved the notion away, then crossed his arm over his chest. Opportunity arose in the nonviolent nature of the cat when combined with his chaotic affiliation. If word passed through the Negaverse regarding his enslavement and subsequent break from the yoke, then likely the Negaverse would be hostile toward him. If this cat proved a part of the Negaverse, then either he remained out of the loop or found no reason to care about the failed acquisition of a knight to their side. Perhaps, then, he could find a means of reclaiming his signet ring through this cat. Hopefully Cinnabar found a little love for her nonhuman comrades. Perhaps she and the cat were already acquainted.
"I think you're a little more useful than the White Moon cats, anyway. I have an offer for you, if you're open to hearing it. I have a few ways of making it worth your while. Provided you're not going to ask after my conversion, either." How strange it felt to pitch deals at a feline, though he expected that his constant talks with the admittedly non-Mauvian TastyKake lessened some of the uncanniness of it. Still, he felt that his first reaction should be to pet the ratty thing rather than try to barter with it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2017 12:05 pm
He snorted at the implication that he could be trying to convert someone else. That would cost far too much energy than he was willing to exude - not to mention he didn't know this guy from Jack. Maybe if it was some drop-dead gorgeous chick or a guy he'd gotten to enjoy the company of, but not a stranger. That sort of gig was for the other cats to worry about.
His tail flicked itself back and forth as he looked up at the Knight. At first glance alone, he could have made the assumption that this fellow was affiliated with the other agents in the Negaverse military, but his aura was distinctly Order. Peculiar, but not surprising. Bob had run into his fair share of senshi from all sides, but Knights were infrequent at best in comparison.
The Mauvian couldn't help but find himself distracted by the various bone particles decorating the man's uniform. An urge to bat at some of the edges was quickly growing strong, but he suppressed the temptation as the words offer and worth your while tickled his ears.
"A bribe?"
Offering the Knight a tooth-filled grin, he tilted his head to one side, his curiosity growing as he inched his way closer towards the human. "You've certainly found the right Negaverse feline for such a proposition...if the price is right, of course."
Furry eyebrows waggled slowly in his direction.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2017 9:13 am
"An exchange of goods and services," Scholomance corrected lightly. The cat looked receptive enough, and Scholomance frowned inwardly at the irony of the situation. Here he stood, after breaking the Negaverse's yoke, after earning his freedom from an impending demise, and he circled back to the very tactics that landed him in such peril. He needn't wonder over the reactions of others; already he understood that his actions remained counterpoint to the entire purpose of the battle.
But he couldn't simply skip his ring, or s**t out a new one. And only one of the Negaverse could obtain it without complicating matters further. Of course, the thought arose that the cat may know of him, or his antics, or Schörl and Cinnabar's recent attempt to convert him to the side of the Negaverse. He knew that acting alone placed him in such a precarious position. He knew that, if he asked, Scylla or Hy-Brasil would fight vehemently to find and secure his signet ring. They could launch another offensive. They could launch several offensives. They could capture and torture agents as they did once before, and deprive them of all necessities of human life until they broke and begged for purification or gave them false information or simply died. He could, as well, go on without the signet ring and accept that he could never contact another knight through their magical means or visit his wonder in full.
And yet, he would not relinquish the ring so readily. And even for what Scylla and Hy-Brasil offered in loyalty and courage, they could not possibly know the inner workings of the Negaverse well enough to find the damned ring. That, he decided, was the clincher.
"Someone stole something from me." Scholomance held up his left hand, lopsided in its display. One empty length on the glove flopped down between his pinky and middle finger. "It's a ring. Blue and gold. Last I saw, it was in General Cinnabar's possession. I need it back, though…" He drew a breath through his teeth. "Preferably without the finger still attached. I confess I don't know where she keeps it, either - whether still on her person or in wherever she dwells or elsewhere. But if you can find this ring and return it to me, I'll compensate you well. I've gotten quite good at acquiring things." His hand found his pocket as he waited for the cat's response.
Inwardly, he half-expected a call to the rest of the Negaverse where they would descend upon him once again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 2:47 pm
He blinked as his brain registered the missing digit, green eyes staring at the offended hand that was missing a precious piece of Knighthood jewelry.
Leaning back, he mused aloud, "Guess that's one of the consequences of putting a ring on it, huh?"
Too soon? Maybe. His chuckles dissolved into silent pondering - while he didn't mind playing the role of an obedient mutt and fetching, the prize this man sought after had clearly been stolen for a reason. As the name Cinnabar left his lips, Bob's nose scrunched up at the thought of the long claws on the end of those slender, feminine fingers..."Yeah, I know the dame. Long tail, horns. Kind of makes a gal stand out from all the others."
It seemed this fella had gotten himself in deep, cavorting around with the likes of such a General. Bob had never faced her directly - he'd seen her on a rare occasion when skulking around in the Negaspace, but despite the beautiful body attached to the demonic accessories, she wasn't one of the ladies he'd find it easy to flirt with. Gorgeous gals were one thing - youma infused ones, on the other paw, were another subject entirely.
Still... to have a Knight indebted in his favor...
"Stealing back a victory prize comes at a pretty high cost, Knight." His eyes cut back to the man's face, narrowing as the grin lingered across his maw. The Mauvian knew where the lady kept her belongings - hell, she lived in the Negaspace, after all - but he planned to milk this situation until the teat ran dry. "If you're willing to pay whatever I ask, I'll be your lapdog for the afternoon."
Thoughts of large pizzas and a case of beer danced around in his mind. The ginger puss was having difficulties not foaming at the mouth right then and there. "I'll scratch your back and then you'll scratch mine. Do we have ourselves a deal?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 9:09 am
Scholomance learned to expect slights and jabs from the Negaverse regarding his condition. Nearly every officer who met him found something to remark upon, and each time, Scholomance reminded himself that they did so out of an interest in riling him or testing him. And while he never considered it an act of being the better person, he knew to avoid rising to the bait. So often they bade for it, all teeth and nails, drawing him in for a second chance at blood.
But lately, Scholomance found it ever more challenging to stay his tongue from loosing an acerbic response. The orange feline tried his patience terribly. As consolation, he reminded himself that as of yet, the cat said nothing in regards to his missing arm.
"Long tail, horns, and a fetish for sadism," Scholomance added in confirmation. The day was ingrained indelibly into his memory - from the sound of the saw to the smell of bonedust to the feel of Cinnabar's weight pushing him down, down, down into their tireless penchant for pain. He recalled the way her trench coat unspooled over his person while she sought to restrain him. The brilliant red piping on her uniform came away with mottled brown clots by the time they finished their meeting with him, and Scholomance's jaw held fast from spilling out his unending hate for the half-youma general. For both of them, really - Red and Green.
Scholomance cocked his head from one side to the next while he shifted positions and considered the cat's counter-offer. Ultimately, he lacked the luxury of weighing the argument against others; having never found a Negaverse cat before, he doubted he would find another in short order. If he truly wanted his ring, this feline proved his only chance at it. Still, the thought of consenting looped him back toward the very yoke that he fought to break - and spited that torrent of White Moon senshi and knights that showed up to help him. He closed hazel eyes momentarily to frame his response.
"You have a week of my time. I won't assist directly in Negaverse matters. That means I'm not about to use my magic to bail you out of an attack, or lure senshi for you to corrupt, or anything of the sort. But, I have quite a few useful connections outside of this outfit, and if you know how to disguise your requests well enough that I don't consciously trace it to Negaverse business, then who am I to say no?" He then lowered his gaze to the cat in quiet appraisal. "If you can agree to those stipulations, then we have a deal. I'd offer my hand, but I'm afraid your organization trained me out of that habit."
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 5:59 pm
He snorted at the Knight's last comment. Hey, at least Limby had a sense of humor on him, underneath all that gloom and seriousness. Bob could appreciate a good sense of humor. His tail flicked again and his smirk returned to what a cat could manage to be a seriously expression. "I'm not interested in getting in the thick of things any more than you are, friend."
And it was true. Bob had little reason to desire to advance the cause of the Negaverse - at least, that is, unless it showed a lot more benefit coming in his direction. A "good boy" and a pat on the head may work on dogs, but he came with standards and demands. That didn't mean he cared to cavort on the behalf of the airheaded little Moonies, but when an easy deal presented itself, how could he say no?
"I want a pizza. Meat pizza, whatever kind you choose. And alcohol. High proof preferable."
He paused, contemplating what else he could milk out of the situation. After all, how many chances did one get like this....
"And however much cash you can scrounge that you feel is worth the weight of getting your ring back."
There. 'Ol Tibs and he could really go to town on a list like that. Not too shabby, if Bob didn't say so himself.
Rising from his seat, he turned to begin his descent downward, already having the Captain in mind that he'd ask for a quick lift to the Rift, no questions asked. "I'll meet you down a ways, in that alley over there. Seven days, same time."
The fuzzy orange rump had made it down to the awning again and paws were about to launch themselves off the canopy and onto the sidewalk. He paused for a moment, re-evaluating their arrangement for a moment.
Finally, he glanced back up and called out, "If you try anything funny, Knight, your ring is as good as swallowed."
There.
With that last mild threat, the Mauvian hopped off his perch and scaled down towards the ground. Not in any rush to run, he ambled off down the road and across the street, dreamily contemplating of all the thoughts and schemes that he could use his future wad of cash on.
Strickenized The lack of noticing the lack of arm was completely my error - I was glancing at his certed art in his journal and made assumptions from that - I'm sorry! ;;
Fin on this side! <33
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 4:09 pm
Wonderful, a cat pumped full of Negaverse filth called me a friend. Well, whatever gets me the ring. Scholomance blinked a couple times, but made no great show of his surprised.
He did, however, react with both brows raised and a broad grin when the cat stated his intended payout. And quite the payout it was - especially for one so small and furry and unable to answer doors when the pizza delivery man came calling. Even more entertaining was the solicitation of alcohol, left to Scholomance's choice on the matter. Little did the furry fiend know that Scholomance spent a good handful of years discerning the proper sipping alcohol from the dank swill that one required to get smashed as soon as possible. He would bring both, he decided. His ring was worth the hit to his wallet.
That, and the thought of seeing a cat wobble his way down the street.
The addition of cash left him a little sore. While Scholomance wanted his ring, the cat effectively committed highway robbery here. Did he not understand that pizza and booze don't fly off the shelves for free? If he planned on extorting a lot of money for this, then cheap pizza and cheaper booze were soon to follow. What was the point in picking up Three Ships and BJ Willy's when the cat was only worth Jack Daniel's and some Domino's? Scholomance knew he could do nothing of it now; there wasn't time to consider it —
Especially with the threat of swallowing his ring. Scholomance mumbled his disapproval under his breath. "Oh kitty, if you swallow my ring, I'll personally administer a colonoscopy to your furry little a**…"
A week's time was plenty for acquisition of the goods, he knew. Mostly the timeframe came about for meeting purposes or for the cat himself to swipe the ring. While still feeling slightly affronted, Scholomance departed from the building while collecting his thoughts on nwho to call about whicch type of pizza and what he planned to do with his first Wonder visit with his actual goddamned ring.
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