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Took rooftops like he had time to kill and dropped off ledges and into teleports like he was finally learning something. For all that he’d learned to keep his rift pendant made of gossiped (firebrand called it rugose or rouge or rusty?) some color of rock that was charred black and held indigo in its center glow.

Didn’t matter to him so much as the heat of it did - the familiar feel that helped him tug his way until half exhausted through training himself outta baby stepping his way through the motions of being a Super Senshi - was so busy minding himself that he forgot to mind his surroundings - as he stepped out onto cobbled stone they turned into cement paved ways that turned into —

“Oh heck a cat!” Gray fuzzball all furred up and wearing the cutest damn cape anyone ever did see.

Resounding *nope* as Albite nearly about faced the hell outta dodge— except maybe cats could smell fear and see motions? So maybe if he just —— stood really — really —- still….

Was sure that cats were distant cousins of t-rexs - and any cat that wasn’t his haymitch was no cat of his. So he had to be extra —- super careful. Sent up a silent plea that the cat would fail to notice — oh — all of him.

One could only hope.

Shifted ever so slightly as the cat encroached - paw after paw - stepped closer - and Albite flinched into stillness anew. Realized all to late that statues didn't breath, and so made a show of inhaling as quietly as was humanly possible.

Puffed himself up like the most foolish of blowfish and held his breath on the whole. The only signs of life and lights being on within the empty house of his his head-case were how his eyes shifted - auburn skitter of 'ohno' - while the cat crept ever closer still...

'Maybe cats are more like bears...s**t....how does evolution work again? Birds are lizards and cats are clearly bears and humans were....' random ramblings of thoughts that flew through his head, how he knew that if the thing on four feet got any closer to him, he'd be as likely to puff up and roar as he would to squeak and lash out for the sake of taking flight --

Far better to flee and feel the sting on his pride than to die by tiny incisors and unknown kitten magic gone haywire. Who knew what the beast could've done to him!

Torn him limb from limb...bathed him in cat barf....the possibilities were endlessly terrifying in equal measure.

Oh how Albite h o w l e d - shrieked like he’d been mauled by the maw of a hyena; would’ve preferred a youmas sharp teeth sunk deep over the demon quick nips of the fanged kitten.

Purple coated devil that was clearly out for blood with how quickly it’d struck! He could already feel the imagined venom seeping in — like a mambas poison.

Like — l i k e - - - Rabies — dengue fever — the plague!!

Should’ve left a will — could leave most of his earthly possessions to Lina, n Syrus, n Aramis — everything in his fridge and closet could become Faustites. He’d leave his cat to Lil’s and his orbs to the cat and so technically also Lil’s, but sorta kinda Alkme’s too? Maybe they’d just share haymitch and the orbs — Celadonite could keep his sash to cry into - or piss on?

Whatever…

‘Really shoulda had a will.’ Thought for another day. When he wasn’t dying — or dead — or… “Please don’t eat my eyes? Yanno, after I finish dying…” totally a thing mauvians did, he was sure, maybe? Words spoken hastily from the downed Senshi that hammed up his own end.

A drama for the ages that might’ve been more effective if he hadn’t kept one eye open, and also the ‘still breathing’ bit was a damning give away. The Senshi of retribution did an especially poor job of playing possum - ruined his own harrowing end as he hissed a quick whisper at the beast “Psst…I’m deceased…you can go now…” sweated through the act of speaking, and decided that going limp was the better option by far.

Albite firmly ignored the grit and chill of the the dirty concrete beneath him. Reminded himself to beg the goddess of darkness for more clothes next time..or to like..maybe put on a sweater as the weather got colder? A hat? Mittens? Something that sidled up alongside 'warm' because ohgod - c o l d.

Cold and felled and dying - 'obviously' - beneath the gargantuan paws of Tama - a slayer of senshi and destroyer of worlds!? Albite knew suddenly that he was lucky if he only got away with a n** and some pneumonia on the side. Order cats, terrifying beasties to behold!

Thoughts that held his attention as he rolled his eyes into the back of his head thought really hard about how to best 'play dead'. N then, the weight lifted. Dramatic little pitter of padded paw upon the pavement. Albite had to peek again - had to chance giving the killer kitten a quick thumbs up, because that speech? Ten out of ten, Broadway worthy. Goodness knew Albite would tell all his friends, embellish the piece until Tama was lion sized, gargantuan, and godlike.

Anything to spare his own ego in the retelling of how he turned in early with nary any energy to show for his night out. Just a really cool new scar!