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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2022 6:57 pm
Faustite distrusted the concept: that Tama actually wanted to meet with him. For whatever the reason.
The cat made himself clear, from the beginning, that he hated Faustite and everything that the flaming youth did. Even if he penned a greeting, Tama would find the l’s too tall or the kerning between the letters too uneven or the choice of word too bland and trite. He thought Tama hated everything from the way Faustite behaved to the way he dressed, even if the latter had very little to do with personal choice. So for the cat to request a meeting with him —
Faustite sighed as he kicked his legs up onto the desk surface. He crossed them at the ankles and leaned forward, pressing his chest to his thighs and his head near his knees to stretch his hamstrings while he waited for the inevitable to come. He supposed Tama would let himself in, then lecture Faustite on how he was doing everything wrong, and Tama would be justified in his criticisms because he just read and annotated the entire Negaverse training manual and ******** knows whatever other supplementary resources, probably while fueled by spite, just to have an airtight argument for getting Faustite demoted or something.
Wait. Faustite sighed smoke into his own clothes. Was he actually fretting about this?
Fretting about a cat who he could punt directly down the Hall of Shadows. That was pathetic. That was … justified, for how the Queen — the ******** Queen — entrusted Tama’s well-being to him. So far, the cat remained with them, but he had to hope there were members among his team that gave the furbag whatever the ******** he craved, else it was Faustite’s a** on the line. For, he expected, a General was easier to replace than a Mauvian.
Grunting dejectedly, Faustite sat up and tapped his tablet to check its display. Any minute now…
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2022 9:54 am
Tama had done it. He’d actually done it. He’d held the plans in his hands (and sometimes, paws). He’d wrote and sketched and annotated. But the main part had yet to be completed. He stared at his tablet and debated whether he even should. The button on his screen just need to be pressed. Compared to the long concept proposal he had created, this should be nothing. And, yet, he almost didn’t press it. Message Faustite.Tama sighed. See, that wasn’t so bad. ——— “‘I’m here with the plans I messaged about… General?” The Mauvian was in human form, but his feline ears twitched failing to belie his opinion. “I swear, I don’t know how you sit like that and not end up spilling ash everywhere.”Well, if we’re putting our feet on the table… Tama made himself comfortable and sat on the table much as a cat would, but he was in his human form so it looked no less strange as what Faustite was doing. He leaned in with the tablet so Faustite could see it without moving. “The project I wanted to see you about.”☆
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2022 4:57 am
"Spill ash everywhere regardless of how I sit," Faustite replied evenly. That the team had no Lieutenants or Basics on it came with the disadvantage of having to sweep up his own ash piles again. He knew, full well, how much ash he regularly produced.
Faustite straightened and took his feet off the counter, though only so he could scoot forward and observe the missive written on the tablet. Arms folded next to one another and he leaned on his elbows as he craned his neck. Brows furrowed as he read on, until he reached the end and nodded.
"Seen something like a starmap before." Was years ago, now — long enough that he could have misremembered it. But he couldn't forget that expansive delve into the Rift, nor what he had done for it, given that one of his medals perpetually assured him that Portunus existed. "Written across the dome of an ancient building. Had to help repair it."
As for a way to make youma friendlier to cats…
Faustite tapped a warm claw against the words on the tablet screen. "Bold, but worth trying. May have to settle for 'loath, but won't kill'."
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2022 10:23 am
“You have?!”At Faustite’s mention of seeing a star map, Tama’s violet eyes lit up like stars. His voice did something that didn’t happen often — his cold detachment warmed to obsessive enthusiasm. His small tail twitched with anticipation. “Written on the dome of an ancient building? Where? Can you take me to it? I just have to see it.”If only the cat had known where, perhaps he would not be quite so enthusiastic… ☆
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2022 12:34 pm
For how earnestly ecstatic the feline was, Faustite grew more reticent to respond. He frowned pensively, rapped his fingernails on the desk as he determined if there was any way to break the news to the furbag more gently. It wasn't that he cared a great deal about Tama's feelings, but if the thing yowled like he was skinning it alive and the Queen heard about it, those antics might spell the death of him.
After a short deliberation, he determined that there was no way he could put it lightly.
"Yes," he answered slowly. "But it's in the Rift. Might need to take a senshi with us, too." He hadn't been in the tower since its opening, and knew very little of the processes beyond its doors. A visit would demand research for his own sake, too.
And if they had to drag a senshi into ascension so Tama could see its representation of space, that sounded like a fine price to pay.
He was a General, after all. Some basic senshi wouldn't refuse his orders.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2022 9:00 am
“I knew there was a reason I should have started with the youma problem.”Tama’s mood switched to petulant and his ears flattened to his head at the news. The Rift? A youma would have his hide for sure if he went in there alone. “Well, I suppose it can’t be helped.”He sighed as if resigning himself to his fate. But then he grinned playfully and leaned into Faustite. “But you’ll protect me, won’t you, my General?”☆
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2022 4:53 pm
Faustite snorted. Youma problem? Senshi were the problem. Cats were the problem. Without them, youma wouldn't exist as they were. Youma wouldn't be bearing their eternal grudge, to this day, against the Moon Queen that twisted and cursed them so. Faustite's lip raised in mild disgust at the statement.
Blowing smoke out his nose, Faustite's attention drifted down to the paws on his desk. "Suppose I have to."
Were it not for Laurelite's request, he would never have considered it. If the cat did something incorrigibly stupid, like jump off his shoulder to investigate a cat youma, Faustite would've much rather let nature run its course. He knew that Tama was no fan of his, and in turn, he was no fan of Tama's. As far as he was concerned, Tama was useful, but Haymitch could stand to be pressured into being more productive and taking care of the needs of his senshi alone. Thus, for Tama, useful did not mean integral.
But that wasn't a choice he could make.
"Headache will pencil you in next week."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2022 5:36 pm
Tama’s ears perked right back up. A ‘suppose I have to’ clearly registering as more of a ‘I’m glad to be accompanying you’ than it should have. Clearly, the Mauvian’s head was uncharacteristically clouded by the prospect of making his little side project a reality. So much so that it ignored the danger and downsides of having to deal with Faustite. “Thank you.”Tama seemed generally pleased and seemed to genuinely mean his thanks, too, which was unusual. The ideas that were already forming might as well have been floating above his head. Since they weren’t, the slight swishing of what little bit of a tail he had could certainly attest to his mood. He’d have to start planning in earnest now. “Pencil me in anytime.” He said playfully. “I never miss a date.”And, with that, he was back to the wistful toying. ☆
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 3:52 pm
Faustite didn't make a remark about Tama's leaning, or his sudden friendliness. He wasn't sure how to take the flush that overcame him at anything suddenly brushing against him, nevermind something as soft as Tama. Of course, he wanted to pet the cat, but that might somehow invite him to stay longer, or compel Faustite to go the way of the Crazy Cat Devotee.
He didn't want to end up like some of the Lieutenants who spent the better part of their evenings stalking some of the Negaverse's Mauvians. Nor did he want to be like the Super he'd seen carrying a Mauvian around on a pillow, and speaking only when commanded to by said Mauvian. He reminded himself that he preferred youma, that Tama was nothing like a youma, and that Mauvians were hated by youma. The cats were annoying, needy creatures — even if they were soft.
"We're not dating," he couldn't help but mutter between clenched teeth.
The calendar was another matter, as he largely tracked his social obligations mentally. Drawbacks of being on fire all the time and having a team full of senshi that wasn't conducive to Headache's best behavior as a scribe. "Sooner's better. Next Monday.
"And find us a senshi before then. Dismissed."
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2022 5:22 pm
“Next Monday.” He said as he pulled out his tablet to mark the date. “I’ll see you then with senshi in tow.”Then Tama popped back into his cat form and left the office with a noticeable pep in his pawed steps. He knew the perfect senshi to bring. ☆
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