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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2021 5:24 pm
Quote: Prompt 6: There's something on the roof. It has no energy signature, so it can't possibly be a youma or any powered vigilante, but something's on the roof. It sounds like it's clopping around. If you go outside and investigate, there is a deer on the roof. A fully sized deer, staring down at you. The moment you blink, or look away, it's gone; if you investigate further you will find that there are tracks left in the snow atop the roof--but none around the house. It looks like it just showed up there--and just disappeared.
Belmont had been tracking a youma that attacked him while he was on the way home. He had been diligent in his training, in not powering up until he was more confident in his fighting abilities, but in this instance he knew he had to do something. Youma attacking people in an area like this was just asking for trouble; he might have been the only one out at the time, but he certainly wasn't the only one who took this path and the next person who made it through might not have the same powers he did.
He tracked it to an empty building but lost sight of it--and then heard something on the roof. He didn't know who it was, what it was, but he wasn't so good at this that he really even understood being powered. But, he knew that he was chasing a youma, and there was a sound, and that was good enough for him to follow. He moved to the side of the building, scaled it, and hurled himself up.
There were tracks that seemed to appear in nearly the middle of the roof and wind around to the other side, behind a little wall.
Belmont's weapon was not particularly lethal, and to be honest he wasn't sure how he was supposed to fight with it, but he suspected that if anything was up here, it had to be over there. So, he bit the side of his cheek, and threw it, as hard as he could with as much aim as he could muster, to hit whatever was just around the corner.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 8:48 am
Xyla had felt the disgustingly sweet aura of a knight approaching and had, for the most part kept her distance. As she was, her signature was quite small and like Arnica, she assumed that they would pass by her no problem and so she didn't bother making a run for it. Oh, how wrong she was. Without warning a weapon, or rather the hilt of a sword, came flying at her and in response, the mauvian jumped back away from where she had been hiding with an angry hiss and low growl. The snow beneath her paws shifted on the slanted slope of the roof; luckily the pile did not slide completely off and she was able to remain more or less where she had been hiding. "Thou art the cap of all fools," she muttered under her breath. Yellow eyes narrowed in annoyance as Xyla stepped around the corner and made her way toward the peak of the rooftop to see who threw that thing at her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 8:58 am
...Wait, that wasn't the youma he'd been chasing.
Belmont's face twisted into a confused expression and he looked down at the tracks, looked back at the cat, and wondered if this creature could shapeshift.
And yet...everything about it seemed to be different. So when the only explanations were 'a creature that completely changed its entire appearance' and 'a different creature'...
Really, what could he assume was the more sensible answer?
And, had he just attacked a cat?
"Hey, sorry," he said quickly, although didn't seem to have any faith that the cat could understand. He had never met a Mauvian, he didn't know what the star on their forehead meant, didn't know that they had an energy signature, you just had to be right on top of them to feel it.
It didn't strike him as odd that the cat didn't run away, that she had instead come to investigate, but he felt apologetic and guilty enough that he approached cautiously anyway. "You don't look like a little monster, are you okay?"
He kept his voice as soft and reassuring as he could manage, and the snow on the rooftop crunched lightly beneath his feet as he slowly approached--partly in an effort to make sure he hadn't hurt the creature, and partly to make sure that the youma he'd been chasing wasn't going to jump out from behind that corner and attack them both.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 9:43 am
"I'm not more of a monster than you are, Knight[/]." Although her paws were buried beneath the cold white blanket, she flexed them in preparation to swipe in case he thought it wise to pet her.
"Should we test how else you and I are alike?" The star on her forehead glimmered as she stared at the young man's feet. Oh, how tempting it was to make him jump if only to see if he too would land on his feet. There was enough snow on the ground below to cushion his fall should he slip, or so she'd reason with herself if he fell and broke a leg. At least for her, it would be like landing on a bed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 1:42 pm
Belmont paused and looked at the cat with visible surprise. "Oh. You can talk?" he asked, visibly astounded.
He didn't seem upset by the glimmering star on her forehead, and didn't even seem to realize that it was something he should be worried about. Cats were normal, he'd seen a thousand in his life. How was he supposed to know there was anything to be wary of?
Even when he did pick up that she had an energy signature, it really wasn't enough for him to register that she was Chaos.
"--Look," he said quickly. "I was chasing this big thing, it sort of looked like a boar, with furry frog legs, and wings on it's back? --I lost it, and I thought I heard something up here on the roof, but...I guess..."
He looked around.
"...You haven't seen anything?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 2:31 pm
Can I talk? Of course, I can talk Xyla mentally quipped but physically rolled her eyes. Clearly, this was the first time he had seen a mauvian or simply didn't notice the star shape on her forehead at this distance. Either way, the cat was out of the bag, or as the saying went, no use playing pretend now. Her ears swiveled atop her head, listening for the sound that had brought her up here in the first place. However, only the quiet hushed of snowflakes falling could be heard. "I know not what you speak of, this creature you describe is not familiar to me. All I know is what I see, and what I see is you and tracks that look nothing like these." She held up one paw and wiggled her little toe beans to confirm with him that they were nothing like boar hooves or frog legs.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 2:40 pm
He watched the Mauvian with obvious confusion, because--she was a talking cat. How was that even possible? How many other cats could...
He shook his head and tried to stay focused.
"Okay," he said, and though he mentally debated the truth of the statement, ultimately he could do nothing but accept her words. Her feet were small and dainty, and looked nothing like the other tracks on the roof.
More than that, none of the tracks even seemed to change--they started in the center of the roof and seemed to lead off to the edge, so he hesitated and followed them right to the edge only to see...
Nothing.
He walked to the side of the building and looked down, and again--nothing. Like something had landed here, walked a bit, and flown away.
...Not at all like the thing he had been hunting.
"...Okay," he said again, this time with a bit more confidence. He turned back to face her. "Sorry about that. This thing attacked me while I was walking. Thought it was dangerous. Sorry if I sound stupid but...you're not a normal cat, are you? --I don't think I'm crazy. Most cats don't talk. And most cats don't have stars like yours. What's that all about?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 2:52 pm
"The only difference between genius and insanity is that genius has its limits." Such an applicable quote by Albert Einstein and one of her favorites to use. Never did such a statement feel so fitting. "You are not insane, nor are you a genius either; otherwise you would not have thrown a weapon so haphazardly at a lady." She looked up and away, clearly still offended he attacked her despite his repeated apology. "I am a mauvian. Not as uncommon as you might think but we know how to keep hidden." "What is your name, Knight?" She looked up at him with golden yellow slitted eyes. Xyla would not be cowed or frightened away by the Page if he turned aggressive or hostile and would see to it that he slide off this slanted roof onto that posterior of his. A part of her wished that either Arnica or Cybele would show up and teach him manners on her behalf but at least he seemed inclined to talk and listen which, may or may not help ebb her agitation depending on his answer and what is asked of her in return.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2021 7:48 am
Belmont raised a brow and huffed, perhaps a bit annoyed at the implication that he might be--in at least some way--daft.
"Belmont," he answered, without shame or hesitation. "And what's yours?"
He didn't know if she'd give it, he wasn't sure if she wouldn't just pocket his name and run away with it. He wasn't afraid of either option but it seemed to be becoming clear that her feathers were still ruffled about the whole ordeal. He had apologized. He couldn't really do more than that. She wasn't the monster he was after, nor did it appear to be here.
Which meant, he'd lost the trail.
...But it also meant that the youma wasn't here right now to cause anymore trouble, so.
Small victory, not that it counted for much.
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