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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 12:44 pm
Spring was in the air. That was what everyone was saying, at least, but Celliwig wasn't entirely in agreement with that. Cold snaps kept creeping up and bringing nights of frost or short bouts of snow that meant she was still stuck cleaning off her car as opposed to using her bike around town to run errands. Fortunately, she lived close enough to the college that it wasn't too much trouble getting back and forth to classes, but... Celliwig couldn't wait for Spring to start patrolling again, so the evening found her out roaming the area not far from the DCU campus. There was a park settled in a central place spaced nicely between a few restaurants and shops that had long since closed for the night. It was quiet and she didn't expect to run into any trouble. Thankfully
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 3:35 pm
The last thing on Bob's mind was also trouble.
He'd overturned the park's trash in hopes of finding leftover waffle cones or snack bags with lingering morsels tucked within and long forgotten, but unfortunately, this afternoon, there was nothing but trash within the trash can.
Letting off a yawn, he watched as the wind began to slowly pick up the random bits of paper and trash and carry it onward through the park. Ernest, the park janitor, wouldn't be too pleased at the discovery but Bob didn't mind because it wasn't Bob's problem.
His growling stomach was his only concern for the time being.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 4:52 pm
Celliwig's approach slowed at the turned over trash cans and the tumbleweed trash. It looked like trouble of some sort had come rolling through the small park. If she was lucky it was just a racoon. Cellwig had to pause and ask herself... Did she feel lucky? On most days, yes. She was fortunate that she'd survived impossible things. She was lucky to have a gaming system that played her favorite games. She was lucky to have a friend who didn't think that she was nuttier than a fruitcake-- Well, no. Joce knew she was nuttier than a fruitcake and it just didn't matter. That counted for something, didn't it? "If you're a racoon I hope you're gone already. If you're not... Watch out! I'm large and frightening and you've wandered into the wrong park."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 5:10 pm
As the Order aura approached, he was quick to hop off the bench and take shelter behind the overturned trashcan. Of all the times for one of those meddling pansies to patrol, it had to be here and now? Didn't they ever take a break from this sort of nonsense?
When Red finally approached the turned over receptacle, he swallowed a snicker at her obvious unease at the sight. Okay, so this wasn't nearly as bad as he'd feared it could be. This chick was flippin' out over a spilled dump?
This was gonna be good.
Sneaking around, he was careful not to be spotted as he crept his way behind the Page. His tail thrashed in the air, his grin widening.
"Large, maybe. Frightening? Not so much."
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:24 pm
Celliwig was easy to startle, at best-- A complete chicken and useless someone who really shouldn't have been patrolling alone at worst. Her weapon was useless and her fighting skills were nil. Her shriek, on the other hand, was an absolute asset. Maybe. It didn't honestly matter if it was or wasn't in the long run, however, as she let out a yell anyways while tossing her stick in the direction of the voice.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 6:49 pm
Hearing her scream was like music to his ears. It elevated and delighted the deepest, darkest parts of his soul to once again succeed in being the trollish cat that he was. She bounced around, he was mindful to keep his distance. There was at least four pieces of trash between them - safety was priority number one.
So when she suddenly swiveled around and launched the stick in his direction, Bob was not expecting the sudden attack from the shrieking redhead. The stick flew in full force, landing directly across his face as the cat, in the midst of twisting his ownself around, went flying backwards against the ground. He landed on an overturned soda can, causing him to roll backwards until he was flat on his back, paws flailing in the air.
"What the HELL is wrong with you, kid??"
His words came out half angry, half yowling as the cat struggled to re-right himself, his face numb from the pain of the sudden hurl.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 7:27 pm
The source of the voice wasn't immediately apparent to Celliwig as she attempted to calm down. She heard the yowl and instantly regretted throwing the stick. She'd hit a stray. She'd.... Hit... a..... Talking cat. At first the signature had escaped her. Panicking hadn't helped her narrow in on it, but when the words filtered into the pained yowl she'd started to focus just enough to pick up a small blip. Chaotic energy-- Nothing good ever had a chaotic signature, but this was such a small one... Maybe she didn't have to fight it? "I'll hazard a guess that I'm older than you are, wherever you're at. Show yourself!" Great start. Bold. Determined to stand her ground... "Or don't and I'll just... Collect my stick and be on my way."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 11:13 am
Her stick?
After all that hassle and trouble, she wanted that twig back - the one she'd smacked him in the face with?
It slowly dawned on the Mauvian that it probably wasn't an ordinary stick. This kid, this page, probably considered this stick to be her weapon, as most of the greenhorn Lieutenants did with their toys and useless household objects. Huh.
Well, if Little Miss Red wanted her stick, she was going to have to work for it.
"Stick?" Leaning down, he snatched up the stick in his mouth. The bark was gross and rough against his tongue and Bob didn't want to think about how much this made him look like a stupid dog, but, "Youff mean, thisff one?"
Making sure she had enough time to notice him, stick and all, he then twirled around and dashed off in the other direction.
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 10:53 pm
"No! No, not that one. I-- Bugger." Celliwig huffed, stomping her foot with a furrowed brow before taking off after the cat. "Oi! Bring that back here! That isn't yours!" Leave it to Celliwig to find trouble on what was supposed to be a simple patrol night. Leave it to her to lose her weapon to a cat, of all things-- Not a youma, or a giant monster, but a cat. "I can run all night, you know!" Pity she probably wasn't any better at bluffing than she was at general diplomacy, already puffing as she tried not to trip over her dress.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 8:28 am
It didn't take long for the Chaos Mauvian to realize that he failed to have the stamina to run all night. While he was smaller and relatively quicker, the human had a long stride in her favor - what four paws could manage to dash, it didn't take long for two lengthy human legs to follow.
Not daring to look back, he debated his options. He could drop the stick and run - but where was the fun in that? He could always keep on running, but judging by how winded he was already getting, his speed wouldn't last for much longer and there was no telling what the chickadee would do once she managed to finally catch him.
His answer appeared in the form of a large oak tree up in the distance.
Perfect.
Claws extracted themselves as he darted forward and launched onto the tree. With the help of his nails, he managed to quickly shimmy up the tree, stick still lodged between his jaws. It wasn't until he was safely perched on one of the taller branches, maybe ten or so feet in the air, that he relaxed his mouth and allowed the stick to rest between two protective front paws.
"How are you at tree climbing then, Red?"
His voice was still slightly winded, but the cheerful banter was totally worth the impromptu exercise.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 10:24 am
The absolutely tragic look on her face spoke wonders about how she was at tree climbing. In the soft soled boots that provided no traction along with the dress that she nearly tripped over just walking? Her stick was potentially gone for good. What happened when a knight lost their weapon? This was just terrible. "Celliwig. My name is Celliwig, not Red," although that wouldn't be the first time someone had called her that, "and I would very much appreciate it if you would just let me have the stick back. Please?" It was worth a shot, even if she was fairly certain that there was no bargaining with the Negaverse. "It really would be a shame if you got stuck up there, you know. I've heard lots of stories about cats getting stuck in trees." She puffed softly, arms crossing over her chest as she tried to act like the run hadn't tired her out as well.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:34 pm
Tilting his head, a wry grin spread across his face as he gave her a wink.
"It's cute that you'd worry about me, sweetcheeks, but I'm not planning on staying up here with your stick."
Leaning down, he plucked up the stick and made his way towards the end of the branch. Securing the so-called weapon onto the end of the branch between two entwined limbs, he took a moment to admire his handiwork before leaping off the branch and falling towards the ground.
Landing on his feet with an oompth, he glanced back at the slightly-bouncing branch (which was surely grateful to have the twenty-something pound cat now out of its hair), double-checking that the weapon was still up there. Good.
Furry eyebrows rising, he tossed one last smirk in the Knight's direction, if anything but to make sure that she wasn't going to follow him - even girl-knights needed their weapons still, right?
"It's all yours.... if you can get to it!"
Satisfied with himself, the Guardian ambled onwards towards the park's exit. So he hadn't found a meal for the evening, but he did manage to find some fun. How about that?
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 8:36 am
"Look, I really don't want to have to chase you ag---" Celliwig paused, face falling as she watched the monstrous, orange cat leap down from the tree. Her heart dropped right along with it when she realized that he'd left her stick up there and now she was going to have to spend a portion of the night doing her best to get it down. Damnit. "You win this time!" The Page of Earth called after him before looking up to the tree again. Maker's breath, she didn't want to have to tell Thrudheim about this....
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