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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2018 8:47 pm
Faust decided the taste wasn't too bad.
He didn't know how long he'd been there. Probably a few minutes, at least. Maybe five. Probably closer to ten. Didn't matter, really. He came in, sat his fat a** on the hood of someone's ugly-a** old Camaro, and found the big floppy stick on the front. Now the big floppy stick was pretty damn interesting from the start — he could smack it, and it made weirder floppier noises the harder he hit it. That lasted maybe two minutes. Flop, flop, whup, whup, whup. Paw, paw, paw. Grunt. Chuff. Flop, flop, flop.
Then he smelled something interesting. Kinda like grease, kinda like old mystery meat that Quenton always told him not to get into, and kinda like antifreeze. Quenton always yelled about that one. But the whole garage smelled like antifreeze, so who the hell knew.
So he licked the antenna. Just once, then a few times, then he decided he wasn't gonna stop until the damn thing was spit shined to completion. And all that dirt, grease, and garbage caked onto the damn thing from over the years really grew on him. Just like one of those old dumpsters by Quenton's dorm where some a*****e always threw his half-full Starbucks cups and they'd slosh onto an old, used maxi-pad. Yep, that was good stuff. Just the right amount of sweet, spicy, and sour. Only the antenna had just a hint of bug guts. That was some damn fine flavor.
So there Faust sat, licking away at the antenna, while his warm, furry body worked on making paw prints and a** prints on the hood of the polished car.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2018 10:51 pm
Regan wasn't sure what she was looking at right now. She had left some of the garage doors open, widening the doors for the cooler spring air and letting loose most of the noxious airs from some of the cars. Some were freshly painted, some were leaking fluids in the concrete ground.
She was used to those sights and smells, cars were home. Cars were normal.
Cats licking the antenna's on it, were not normal. Especially since it was a cat she knew. Faust had already eaten her sandwiches, now he was marking the cars?
She watched him for a bit longer.
"Aren't you going...to get sick doing that?" Did mauvians get sick?
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 3:36 pm
Faust heard the entry, smelled the fresh grease, but never quit what he was doing. This antenna tasted damn fine, and any self-respecting cat knew better than to let a good taste go to waste. He never paused in his antics from the moment that she entered the room, and very nearly passed up answering her.
Finally Faust paused long enough to lick his lips. "That's part o' the adventure, Snowflake," Faust spoke knowingly. "If we ain't goin' out and doin' s**t that ain't safe, how we supposed to enjoy ourselves? Live a little. Lick a car antenna. Kick some a**. Your life don't be good if you jus' coop yourself up with the same s**t different day." The antenna must've left him in a talkative mood, or he was trying to account for how quiet Regan was most of the time.
He could like that about her, though. Way better than Quenton filling the space with all his weird philosophical bullshit that he liked to go on about. Regan did s**t, like fixing cars and feeding cats. Quenton, on the other hand, pushed a pen around on a fat stack of papers and grumbled about college kids. One of these things was more productive than the other.
The mauvian dismounted from the car, landing with a hearty thump on the ground, and trotted up to her. "So whatcha got for me this time? This fine-a** company don't come free."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 4:08 pm
Regan stared for only a moment longer and even as he answered, the girl was moving to start her work on other cars. If he wanted to lick an antenna that could possibly get him sick, she was not going to be the human to stop him.
Could she even stop a cat?
"I'll pass on the licking part." She replied, moving to tie her hair up into a tighter bun then normal as the car she'd be working on would be losing more liquids then normal.
Even as he spoke though, saying enough for both of them, his question made her stop and head c**k.
"I would think the antenna would've sufficed for your entry fee." She bent down, looking the cat in the eyes.
"Do you have a human form?" Silk had one, she wondered if Faust did too.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 7:23 pm
"Damn humans never knew what was good for 'em…" Faust muttered under his breath. If Snowflake wanted to be a stick in the mud, that was her damn perogative. The hell was he supposed to do with that? Humans never knew adventure when it kicked them straight in the a**.
And she cracked jokes too. "Hell no!" The cat spat, his ears flatted agaiinst his skull. "Hell no! Ain't no antenna makin' my entry fee! I'm worth hella more than some antenna. The hell kinda damn fool thinks an antenna's good enough for this?" He finished, puffing up as he sat down.
Faust knew he carved a majestic sight of himself. Bitches be feasting on his glory.
But this b***h… "'Course I got a human form, but the hell's it good for? It's big n' clunky n' weird. Plus I's expected to get my own food when I got thumbs. And lemme tell you, thumbs ain't all they cracked up to be. Damn things make people expect hella more from you. Bein' a cat is where it's at.
"Now, where those sammiches at?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2018 9:43 pm
If she had any sort of attitude to combat the cats, she would've in her opinion rolled her eyes much like she had seen Prissy do on the on the daily. Faust was his own little sass bucket and it made her wonder how he'd react to the pinkette or worst, the even sassier dapper cat that called the candy senshi his own.
"You rubbed your butt all over it too." She rose a brow, "That's a sign of cat marking. You've made your conquest clear."
She moved again, even as the cat puffed up and threw all sort of heated comments. Again, had she any more feeling, amusement would be something akin to how she was handling the cat. Her face, true to nature though, never changed based on the array of emotions she was thinking of to herself. It was like, she thought, what Alkaid had done. Mimic emotions. Mimic the others so she came off as normal. The time spent with the general seemed to have the effect on the stardust corrupt as well.
His thoughts on humans was quite the opposite of Silk, and it was well....just different. He was also aware that he had a human form and that made her wonder if all guardian cats had one regardless if they knew or not.
She came over, squatting down and looking into Faust eyes.
"Fridge." She cocked her head, "It's a shame you don't have thumbs." It was hard to tell she was joking or not before she reach over and pat his head. "Be careful opening the door."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2018 10:25 pm
Faust swatted her face with a fluffy, clawless paw — right on the mouth. "That ain't how this works, Snowflake. You got the thumbs, you open the door." Faust heard the word capiche on more than a few detective crime dramas on TV, and he almost used it here. But the word usually came from greasy mobster types, and with fur as silky as his, he knew there had to be a better finish than that.
What that finish was, he had no damn clue.
His paw returned to the ground, and he huffed in Regan's general direction. "Ain't nobody tellin' Faust to get his own damn sandwich. The hell kinda service is that? I ain't payin' for that s**t." And if she wanted to argue that he wasn't paying at all, he paid out pets and softs and sassy comments.
So there was no way in hell she could say she never got paid for giving him sandwiches.
A rare idea struck him, and the rotund Mau sauntered back toward the car. With a leg raised near the wheel well, he looked back at her with nothing but glaring mischief in his eyes. "The sandwich, Snowflake, or the car gets it." He was serious, too — he drank like six licks' worth of water before he came into the garage.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2018 10:11 am
Regan's tone didn't change much, but she couldn't help the bemusement from the fluffy cat. Like Silk, they both seemed to have attitudes and like cats, they had such haughty personalities. Silk was still a kitten, so expecting him to know better was silly but Faust well.
She paused in the gathering of her tools, eyes narrowing as he went over to the car and raised his leg. She didn't want to give into the demands of a cat but she also didn't want to clean up after one.
She moved to the fridge pulling out the packaged sandwiches she had made (because she now expected Faust to come, so there was an extra one for him just in case.) and pulled out a plate.
"Alright." She held it up for him to see. "Here it is." She opened it up and waved it around. "Leave the car alone." Strickenized She's like you lucky you are big I would scruff u and throw you into the sink.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2018 11:34 pm
Faust's eyes grew wide at the wrapped sandwich waving through the air. His leg came down without incident and he padded toward where Regan stood. "'Bout damn time. Who the hell taught you to mouth off like that? No wonder you ain't got no cats 'round here but me. Nobody else gonna put up with that s**t." Come to think of it, she didn't have anyone else slinking around either. No male humans, no female humans. What kinda weird shut-in didn't have any human friends? Or romance interests?
Quenton, of course. And now this girl. The hell was wrong with 'em?
Faust leapt to claim the counter, but fell short by a few inches and spent indignant seconds scrabbling frantically for purchase. But formica was a b***h to him, and he slipped off with a few light claw marks added to the counter. Saying nothing about it, he jumped again and made the distance. A deep huff voiced his irritation. "Damn counter tried to get smart with me…"
Faust looked to her, his ears swiveling around while he waited for her to serve the sandwich proper. Open faced, and on the plate so he could eat the filling without that weird bread packaging. "Yo, why you spendin' all your time up in here? Don't you got senshi work to do? Friends to hang out with?" Faust spared a look around. "Somewhere else to sleep?"pixie nyxie do it, 20 lbs is still chuckable
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2018 12:55 pm
"My guardian cat did." She snorted, a very rare sound to escape. She was pretty sure that if Silk and Faust ever met, she would have to separate them on principle. Someone would die. The idea though that no one wanted to be around her because of her attitude did make her curious. Did she come off as such a way still? Perhaps in high school, but she had been doing better to school all the emotion inside herself.
His struggle to get up was....well....It was a REALLY good thing she had a schooled face, because it did not change regardless that she was highly amused. He was the funniest cat she had yet to meet. So much attitude in such a very fluffy package.
"It almost got you." She answered in return and offered the sandwich to him. She hadn't really paid attention though, so instead of his tuna sandwich she had made, it was the peanut butter and banana one for herself.
"I do senshi work at night, since thats when everyone is active." Since she wasn't sure if Faust was a chaos cat or not, she played it safe. Friends were well.....the pack. And sometimes they were free.
"I like working." She offered instead, "It's calming to me." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in. "It's the only place that calms me."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 8:59 am
"Your guardian cat still around?" Faust made a few cursory Fleming huffs. "Somebody been around here who ain't me. The hell's that about, Snowflake? You cheatin' on me?" Faust regarded her warily, with one ear cocked.
She was probably cheating on him. That b***h. Hella weird, too, since there weren't a lot of guardian cats to go around. Hell, the cats-to-senshi ration was probably s**t:a lot. Or however that went. Faust didn't do math, unless it was counting the number of Negaverse asses he kicked on a daily basis. "If you cheatin' on me, I'm gonna kick your guardian cat's a** until they know who's top puff. And then maybe I'll let 'em back in. I'll consider it. Mostly for you." And partly because he always wanted an underling.
These damn guardian cats these days were so stuffy. And full of themselves. And boring. <********>, were they boring! Technology this, circuitry that, oh-no-I-can't-do-that-I'm-a-cat whenever he asked them about fights…
Whatever. ******** 'em. Faust darted for the food as soon as she unraveled it and set it aside, tongue lashing out to flog his food with reckless abandon, then the bristles touched a slice of banana, he recoiled, he recoiled damn near off the table, spitting and huffing and groaning out a complaint in the process. "Sweet s**t, Sugartits, the hell is this? It ain't food, whatever it is!" Unhappily he licked his chops and tried to wick away the taste.
Warily he crept forward, sniffed the sandwich, and recoiled again. Nope, even the peanut butter was dead to him. And he liked peanut butter. What the s**t.
"If you like workin', then get workin' on your sandwich skills. Cuz this s**t ain't edible." Faust sat with a huff, his back to the sandwich (and to Regan) at the edge of the counter. "Or get switchin' to full time senshi work. s**t."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2018 11:19 am
"Cheating....on you?" Regan was actually shocked to have that kind of accusation thrown at her. She had never....er...cheated??? She didn't even know what it truly meant. She was staring at him, unsure of how to respond. Sassy comments weren't her forte.
Maybe if Prissy was here...
"What if my guardian cat kicks your butt?" She asked purely hypothetical, "Why are you fighting for dominance? Can't you guys...er...share?" She wasn't sure how guardian cats worked after all.
"Oh." She looked over now, and casually slid the plate away. "That was for me. Yours well..." She pulled the other ACTUAL sandwich out for him and put it on the counter, no plate. She also at least took the bread top off for him, so he had access to the tuna.
"I'm sorry Faust." She leaned over the counter, attempting to coo at the sassy cat. "I made a mistake." Also she wanted to distract away from the talk of powered life. She was doing as much as she could as a senshi, she just didn't want to do it all the time. "Please take the offering of correct sandwich?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 3:59 pm
Faust was still spitting while she went through her spiel — both on cheating and on the banana. He even tried to lick that s**t out on his puffs, but the taste never wanted to leave his face. This horrible sin called for emergency measures, so he flopped over and dug his face into his a**.
Turns out that a** isn't the worst taste in the world. And while he was snorkeling away his tongue-misery, Snowflake tried to make it up to him. Wasn't that cute.
But she still ******** up, so Faust glowered at her when he straightened. And then he sat with his back to her while he sniffed over his real sandwich. But the damn reek of banana was still in the air, and he hated that s**t, so he batted his sandwich off to the side enough that he distanced himself from Satan On Bread. And only after he got a few helpings of tuna in his system did he deign to respond to her bullshit questions from earlier.
But he was still pissed about the banana. Goddamn banana.
"He ain't gonna kick my a**," Faust answered nonchalantly. Who the hell did she think her guardian cat was? Jesus? Hell no. Hell no. "Do I look like I'm shittin' rainbows and sunshine outta my a**? No. This cat don't share, Snowflake. This my garage now. This my company. An' if anyone's gonna argue that s**t, then they better get their a** up in here to get it kicked, cuz I ain't givin' this s**t up. You get me? You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?" Faust still didn't look at her. b***h better rue the day she gave him the wrong sandwich.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2018 11:32 pm
Regan stared at her sandwich before taking a bite into the part where the cat had not eaten. Not that she thought that Faust wasn't well taken care of, because his coat was never truly dirty and he was pretty well....fed.....
"Can guardian cats do that?" She asked, imagining that if that was the case, she'd better warn Prissy about Theodore and possibly talk to Silk. Because if Silk did that well....
"So basically you've claimed this as your kingdom." She waited, "Do you have many kingdoms claimed? You a nomadic cat?" She was pretty talkative, but it felt easier to talk to animals then it did humans.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2018 10:28 am
"All I gotta do is lift my leg n' spray somethin' in here and every cat that comes this way knows it's my digs." Faust nodded sagely. "Blondie always complains about it but I never asked him what he thought. He can shut his b***h-a** up and thank me later." Because he was sure there were Chaos Cats sniffing around the CatFé. Those assholes would smell Faust's territory and run off with their tail between their legs. The Negaverse was nothing but a bunch of shitty cowards.
"I ain't nomadic!" Faust retorted with a huff. "I just go where I want." The hell were people using these big words for? Was she trying to compete with Quenton here? Ain't no reason to get all wordy up in this b***h.
"I got a…" He paused, staring at the tuna while he fished for the right word. "I got an empire! Yeah, whole lotta kingdoms. I got one here now, and one at this other girl's place, and where Blondie lives, and a few parks. Sometimes I go by and fight for the movie theatre. Helluva lotta cats up in there, buncha animals though. Chase 'em outta the dumpsters and kick their asses and they're back in the next week like they ain't learned s**t. Ain't nobody puttin' up with that s**t. Movie theatre's a ********' wasteland. An' you thought Destiny City was bad on its own…" Faust squinted one eye shut and bugged the other in the look of a man who'd Seen Some s**t.
"So who your Guardian Cat, Snowflake? Do I know him? Do I gotta kick his a**?" He had to get all the important questions out first.
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