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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 6:39 pm
Now that all of his Valentine's Day deliveries had been made (most of which had the smell of trash clinging to them, thanks to the food waste that the flowers had been sitting on), Bob was a free cat to once again roam the streets of Destiny City.
He was looking particularly dapper that day, having stolen a fresh, new, expensive looking tie from Robert Banks's closet only the day before, replacing the ragged, torn up tie he'd been toting for the last few months. Rob would no doubt wonder where his new tie had gotten to, but by the time he'd find it on Bob's neck, it would be far too frayed and soiled to bother taking back from the large, menacing feline.
Today's menu happened to be Happy Mexican on Sixth and Park Avenue. Bob knew that Happy Hour at the Happy Mexican meant a lot of drunk women on the outdoor patio and where there were drunk women, there were chest nuzzles galore and all the chips and queso his little furry heart could want.
So, naturally, his afternoon? Reserved for some primo salsa time.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:52 pm
The smells all around her were just kinda ... a lot. Viatrix turned her pink nose to the air, sniffing once, sniffing twice. She didn't even necessarily recognize what that smell was. What was it? It seemed a little spicy but also a little meaty, but she also smelled something that kinda smelled a bit sour and unpleasant. Something ... dangerous, maybe. She wasn't sure. She shook out her fur, lifted a paw to shake something off it, and trotted off in the direction of the scents. There were soon also noises, and ... something else on the tip of her senses, that she couldn't quite pick out. It was more unpleasant than the sour smell, definitely more unpleasant than the drunk--that sour smell was alcohol, it must have been--shouting she was hearing. It nagged at her and pulled at her and she couldn't quite figure out why. ... That meant she had to find out what it was. She stuck her tiny tail up, wiggled it, and hunched down, looking around for the source.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:32 pm
He'd made it to the edge of the patio and was preparing to hunker down, shake his bottom and pounce up to the ledge when a sudden tweak in the back of his mind had him pausing mid-preparations to glance around at his surroundings.
Could it be?
Most of the time, the tiny little blips were easy to ignore. But, seeing as he was a tiny little blip to everyone else, Bob could sometimes get the odd sensation when some scummy Orderling was lurking about... and this time didn't seem to be any exception.
Oh god, what if it was Ash again, come to foil his dinner plans?
Wrinkling his nose (because boy did he have a new trick to show that dame), he slunk off towards the alleyway as he waited for the aura's owner to show up.
After all - he didn't want to ruin his chances with the drunken patrons of Happy Mexican~
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 10:17 pm
Where was that annoying sensation coming from? It had to be around somewhere-- Aha! Viatrix saw the source; at least, she was fairly sure she saw the source, considering it felt like whatever she was feeling was moving along with it. Another cat, she was pretty sure. At least, that looked like a cat tail. Very orange. Very fluffy. She was fluffy too, but he seemed to be very fluffy. She didn't know what kind of cat it was, but whatever it was, it seemed to be a bad cat. Or something like it, anyway. Maybe it was a bad tiny dog. Were there such things as bad tiny dogs? There were those yippy chihuahuas but they were usually a lot smaller-- No matter! Viatrix knew exactly what to do about a bad animal! She arched her back just a bit, pulled her butt up into the air, and wiggled a bit as she calculated the exact right way to charge. And then she scampered into the alleyway, made herself big, and hissed loud at whatever was there.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 11:03 pm
The sound of small feet pounding against the pavement had Bob's head suddenly jerking around. He'd expected to see the culprit - not get straight up attacked by the fiend!
The head jerk left his paw in mid-air, Bob's balance losing itself for a moment. In that brief, oh so brief, precious second that he looked towards the alleyway's entrance, the unbalanced Maine Coon tipped over and found himself tumbling straight into a pile of soggy boxes, the tower of trash teetering from the twenty-two pound impact.
"What the hell?"
His own fur bristled as he heard the hiss, instinct forcing him to puff up and appear bigger than he already was. Green eyes went from narrow to wide, however, when he actually spotted the culprit.
Oh.
Huh.
It was some chick - it wasn't some scary nemesis come to try to whoop him or send him to the pound (again). It was just some scrawny little Order cat, trying to look tough.
"Hey there, cutie," he purred, immediately trying to straighten himself up as one paw moved to flatten down the hair still puffed up on top of his noggin. "Now is that any way to say hello to a fellow Mauvian?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 9:34 am
Hah! She scared him right into the trash! Viatrix didn't let her guard down, though, keeping her position puffed up and bristly. In an attempt to seem threatening, she arched her back just a bit. (That was what normal cats did when they wanted to be threatening, right?) She let her fur stand on end, too, which in some ways just made her look like a big puff. A scary puff though, right? Wait, what was he doing-- Was he really trying to-- Ew!That was enough to make Viatrix's position falter for a moment, but not very long, and she was back to side bouncing once more. "A fellow Mauvian? My a**!" She scoffed. "You feel like that feeling I get when I see," when she saw what where in stars and space was she going with this--, "oysters! Nasty bottom feeders, just like you!" Yeah, that was it!
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 7:08 am
A nasty bottom feeder?
This chick was comparing him to an oyster?
His nose wrinkled as he watched the female continue to bristle up, acting as haughty and as uppity as most of the other Order chicks he'd had the displeasure of running into. Leave it to him to find the cute ones that were crazy on top of attractive. Ugh.
"Hey now -- it's not nice to call people names when they haven't done anything wrong. Have you seen me behaving like some oyster? I'm actually quite charming, once you get to know me."
A grin spread over his face as he thought for a moment, then did a backflip, right there in the alleyway.
Paws extended themselves into arms and legs, fiery colored fur turning into a fiery colored manbun, nestled between furry, tell-tale cat ears.
Bob the Mauvian had disappeared, replaced by Sailor Bob, Mauvian senshi --- gotta show off to the ladies, see if that takes her tone down a notch or two.
"Not that bad looking either, baby doll." Offering her a green eyed wink, he grinned and took a step towards the now-smaller female Mauvian below him.
Seiana_ZI Feel free to fire away at any point, he's just being a show off LOL
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 10:37 am
Charming? Not with that damn oyster feeling coming off of his body, fat chance-- Why the hell was he-- Her fur stood on end as he suddenly went from one thing to something very much different, and her back arched, and she hissed. The oyster feeling was even worse now. If this was his idea of being charming, he just seemed to be getting more ... disgusting. She was very much not charmed by the Mauvian senshi in front of her. If anything, she was just growing angrier. Should she scratch him? There was a moment she lifted her paw to decide if it was worth it-- Baby doll?!She decided he didn't need to be saying any more words, rearing her body back and screeching as she let heat build up in her star marking... And then she beamed him with it. Ghouliboo One angry star beam coming right up!
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:57 am
He made the mistake of taking another step forward, intent on picking the young thing up by her scruff and leaving her feeling defenseless against the larger, far more handsome human version of himself that she'd simply find irresistible.
There was just one tiny drawback that Bob forgot about.
Her star.
The beam hit him like a bag of bricks, knocking the humanoid senshi back and off of his feet. The power was strong enough to stun him, even in his fancy new form, sending him back into the boxes and flat on his rump.
The boxes teetered, tottered and then the one on the very top came tumbling down, directly onto the poor Mauvian senshi's head, obscuring his vision.
Muffled, the only sound was a series of curses, followed by a "what the hell?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 12:24 pm
Viatrix was a bit winded by her own beam, but she tried not to show it physically, instead opting to bounce a bit like a deer back and forth, ready to pounce again if she had to. And she was so ready. In fact, she had been preparing to pounce him once more, when her attention was taken by the wavering boxes. They shook, rocked, and then... unceremoniously fell on his head. She couldn't help herself. Viatrix sat back on her butt, cackling as she looked at that smug oysterman with the boxes on his head. Her eyes watered as she laughed, slapping her front paw against the ground as she attempted to calm herself. The cursing only made the laughter worse, of course, and the what the hell had her practically rolling. The only thing she wasn't doing was, well, literally rolling. "Charming my a**, box head!" shouted Viatrix, between her laughter. "Take that, oyster cat!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:06 pm
He was both lightheaded and confused at the moment, thanks to the power behind little brat-cat's head beam. Those stars packed a wallop -- Bob had used it on others before but he'd never been on the receiving end of an attack, especially not when he'd been in human form.
"I didn't even touch you!" He whined, clawed fingers scratching at the box as he struggled to pull it off. It was soggy, gross and stank of mold -- something that would undoubtedly cling to his fur and get him a one way ticket to Bath Town when he made it back to Rory's house. "You're the one hitting people with beams and calling them names! If anyone's a bad guy around here, lady, it's you!"
Not that there was any dispute as to someone being bad but it was easy to assume that being labeled "oyster cat" wasn't meant to be a compliment.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:14 pm
Watching him attempt to get the box off of his head was honestly hilarious to Viatrix, and she was having trouble doing much else between her cackling as he struggled with it. It was also just adding actual smelliness and rankness to the awful feeling he gave off, which just added to her delight, in a lot of ways. Bad feeling, bad smell, it fit! "Nah!" replied Viatrix, between more laughter, before taking a breath to actually calm herself down a bit. Her eyes were still watering, though. "You're the one with your stanky oyster feeling coming in here!" Yup, definitely not meant as a compliment. "You're clearly the bad one! Just trying to snuff out your terrible smell before it spreads!" She bounced back and forth once again, ready to try and beam him again if she had to. ... Though she wasn't sure she had the strength left for that. "You should leave!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:24 pm
Okay, enough was enough.
Yanking free the box, Bob let out a soft growl. His head still stung from the beam and while he was tempted to use his newfound bottle's powers out on this scrawny imp of a cat, she wasn't worth his time.
Well.
Wasn't worth his effort. He still had dinner to find and women to woo -- one of which would not be this catty gal, in fact.
So, rising from his spot, green eyes watched her bounce back and forth, back and forth, threatening him with another unspoken beam if he didn't leave the alleyway. Oh... he'd leave, alright, but not without his own comeback.
"You got it, baby doll," he purred, almost viciously.... before launching the box, aiming for the female cat directly.
With that and a quick dart forward, the senshi returned to his large, furry cat form and scampered away, turning the alleyway with a sharp curve before heading back towards the Happy Mexican and all the nachos he could hopefully gobble up in one sitting.
Seiana_ZI Fin on my end, wanna wrap us up? <3
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:40 pm
Good, he got the point--why did he insist on calling her baby doll--ew was he throwing that damn box at her?! Viatrix bunched back and hissed, which probably wasn't the best response to a box, of all things. The box landed unceremoniously over her. Angrily, she unsheathed her claws and slashed at the box until she made herself a very neat little opening, and slid right out in the way that clever cats could out of small spaces. Unfortunately, when she reemerged from her box prison, she found that there was no longer a nasty cat man near her at all. Where did that nasty smell go?! She bounced back and forth, looking around for where it might have run off to, so she could pursue it and maybe beam it once more for the indignity of insisting on calling her a baby doll with his stanky oyster self-- Of course, she then got distracted by the sounds of some people passing by, chattering about-- Ooh, were they carrying fish? Sufficiently distracted, Viatrix turned tail and trotted out of the other side of the alleyway, much more interested now in wherever that food had come from... Ghouliboo Fin!! Thank you for this beautiful RP hahaha
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