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| Topic Started: Sep 21 2014, 05:45 AM (1,151 Views) | |
| Calligrapher | Sep 21 2014, 05:45 AM Post #1 |
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Trillium - ah, the Grand City of Debauchery. Everywhere one looked, gamblers, thugs, prostitutes, thieves, murderers, beggars, villains and scoundrels of every shape and size, criminals with records in every form - to say that it was a bit unsafe was like saying Bosco was being a bit not-nice in the recent war. It was for that reason, that the man known as Monkey took to walking around the less populated streets. Dark alleys were a personal favorite of his - there were never many people there, at least, not as much as there were garbage cans or dumps, and the people who were there tended to be those poor folks who'd reached that lowest state of their life, usually in some catatonic-like state of despair. Monkey found irony in that. Dark alleyways, around here, were actually safer. Only in Trillium. So it was on this fine evening, in the middle of a trip to the convenience store, that Monkey went out through the dark alleyways again. As always, his mask was on his face, because not many people like messing with those that wore false faces. He was in his normal black clothes, a sheathed sword to his side and a fabric bag in his arms, because Monkey was one of those responsible types who recycled and re-used things like plastic bags - making him the sole person in the entire city who did so. As for why he was headed to the convenience store at night? Of course - food and water, what else was there? Humming to himself as he walked along, Monkey thought about all the things he needed to buy. "Packaged ramen, a gallon of water, packaged ramen, a bag of chips, packaged ramen, packaged ramen, packaged ramen..." |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 21 2014, 06:39 AM Post #2 |
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Nathaniel Hawthorne Whiskers was a man, cat, catman, well whatever he was he was curious. He often would wander in a direction just to see what he would find. Today's wandering led him into trillium, a place of underhanded deals and mischievous people but to Mr. Whiskers they all looked just like any other person. He wandered by many people but none of them really caught his attention. As he walked down the street a man came up to him wearing a trench coat gesturing his head like he wanted for Whiskers to come closer. Whiskers however just thought the man had a problem with his neck. He thought he would help the man out by reaching his hand out to adjust the mans neck. As he raised his hand though the man seemed to flee from Whiskers. Whiskers looked at his long wide outstretched hand with metallic claws on each finger and wondered what made the man flee. The claws were not natural, but they made him feel more at home with his body. By the time he looked back toward where the man had been he was long gone, not that Whiskers really cared though he was curious as to what was under the trench coat. He decided that this street was too boring so he decide to turn onto another one. The next street seemed dingier than the last and it had a more pungent odor to it. It was a strong smell, but he was more interested in finding out if there was anything good in this city. As he continued down the streets he took a turn here and a turn there until he ended up completely mixed up in backstreets. As he looked around all he saw were dingy walls that all started to look the same to him and he held his head down a bit as a soft scraping sound followed him as his bells were dragged along the ground. As he was walking he heard what sounded like a person talking and looked up to see the shape of a man in the distance. Whiskers decided to just sit and wait as he kept his ears perked up trying to hear what the man was saying."Is he talking to me?" Whiskers pondered since he did not see or hear anybody else in that direction Edited by BadluckCat, Sep 21 2014, 06:41 AM.
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| Calligrapher | Sep 23 2014, 01:12 AM Post #3 |
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"...Oh yeah, I can't forget to buy an umbrella either. Maybe I'll get something fancier for dinner tomorrow...packaged spaghetti?" Talking to himself was second nature to Monkey, when no one else was around - but as he walked, he realized that that wasn't entirely true anymore. Up ahead, on the path between him and the convenience store, was a suspicious looking man, seemingly dressed up in one of the oddest costumes he had ever seen - and Monkey had lived in a circus before, he knew odd like few people would ever know odd. The closer he was, the odder the man looked. Monkey was normally one who kept to himself, especially in a city as dangerous as Trillium, but his mask was on right now and he couldn't resist. Curiosity was killing him. "Hey, you there!" He called out, waving. "Are you heading to a convention, or are you part of one of those performers in the nightclubs with uh, funny tastes?" It was the ears, the ears that set him off. Cat ears? On a guy? Monkey had not seen this one yet. By this point, Monkey was basically standing in front of the strange man. "I- are those ears real, or part of a costume?" Weird clothes, strangely-lengthed arms, cat ears; the masked man began to worry that maybe that rumor last week about human experiments in the city was real after all. |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 23 2014, 05:57 AM Post #4 |
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The man seemed to approach but Mr. Whiskers could not tell anything about the man. He didn't know what to make of the man considering he had a mask on so no expression could be read. The man did seem nice enough though as he waved at Mr.Whiskers during his approach. The man also asked him some questions. He could understand the words, but did not understand the meaning of what he said. He had never seen or been to either a convention or a night club though he though it must be like a regular club that you can only hit people with at night. Seemed like a bit of a waste to use it only at night, but to each there own. The man also said something about funny tastes. He did not know how he could taste him from there but he had to check it out so he raised his arm and gave himself a lick. He did taste a little funny from the filth in the air, but other than that he tasted the same. To a normal person licking yourself would be weird, but to Whiskers it was second nature to him. By this time the man was right in front of him and Whiskers was confused why his face did not change expression even when he spoke. He extended out one of his clawed fingers and tried to poke at the mask as the man asked about his ears. "kaw stume?" he said confused by this word as his ears perked up to the word. At this time it would be apparent that this was not a costume as his black and white tail swayed back and forth randomly with no set pattern or path. "You, What are?" he said with a broken language trying to understand about the man with the mask thinking it to be a part of him instead of just an accessory. |
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| Calligrapher | Sep 24 2014, 05:40 AM Post #5 |
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By instinct, Monkey leaped back when the strange fellow tried to touch him, noticing with some degree of alarm the odd length and composition of his fingers, or uh, claws. Not to mention, yes, the masked man also caught sight of the swishing tail of the now newly-deemed cat-man. "Oh god, they're real!" He shouted in surprise, leaping back once more. "You're not a cosplayer!" Monkey declared, pointing at him. "You have the-the ears, and the claws, and- that's a tail!" Thank goodness there weren't any other people in this alley, otherwise they would have started gathering a lot of unwelcome attention. "I, what am? What I am? What am I? What am I? I should be asking you that question!" In fact, why didn't he? He had half a mind to actually answer the question, seeing as he was Oami Sua, better known as Monkey, member of- heck, why not have some fun while he was at it. The masked man calmed himself down, rose an arm, waved slowly, introduced himself. "I am Monkey." "You are...cat? Tiger? Panther? Llama?" The change in the way he spoke was intentional; he talked slowly, pronounced everything clearly. "Where did you come from? Are you with someone? Do you live here?" Like an actual monkey, Monkey's head shifted slightly to a side, and he rose a finger to scratch the side of his head. "Do you have food?" |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 24 2014, 07:15 AM Post #6 |
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Whiskers was a bit confused by the mans running away. I guess poking at a persons face has that result some times. Whiskers then swayed a bit as he watched the man freak out over the obvious. As he did the bell around his neck slowly chimed along with his sway. He always did enjoy the sound of this bell. After the man had finished freaking out he answered Whiskers question which just brought more confusion. How was he a monkey, he knew nothing about monkeys but he had seen a doll of one once. He had no way to check though because of the thing in front of his face. Before he could try to find out more he had asked another question. "I am Whiskers!" He said confidently in response to the question not actually sure what type of cat he was so he gave the most pertinent information, his name. Then the monkey let loose even more questions. He did so slowly not that it mattered to Whiskers. He understood what the man was asking he only had some words that he could not comprehend. Mr. Whiskers pointed back towards the direction he came from then said," That way. Yes. No." He said plainly and simply with no extra effort or time wasted on useless words or excessive data. Unfortunately this may confuse people who can not read behind his words. He told the man the direction he just came from and then obviously he was with the monkey so he said yes when he asked if he was with somebody. And of course he did not live here. Then he watched as the monkey scratched his head and asked him one more question. Whiskers looked around and then shook his head no because he didn't have any food on him. "Why? Need Food?" He said titling his head to match the monkeys. |
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| Calligrapher | Sep 24 2014, 07:40 AM Post #7 |
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Monkey was startled by the man - or uh, Whisker's - response. The way he talked was definitely not...how to put it? Complete? It was short, chopped up, the kind of talk that perhaps children would give- or, since it was already on his mind, experiment subjects who had been broken to the point where their mental capacities reverted to the state of invalids. He'd heard a few horror stories about such kinds of people in Trillium recently, though most of them seemed to be talking about other cities. Perhaps this here man was one of those poor folks, injected with cat genes? Or, worse, a man injected with dark magic to the point of might-as-well-having cat traits? Or, worst of all - a pet project for an evil scientist who had an obsession with making catgirls but got a human test subject of the wrong gender? Truly horrifying. "Well, uh, Whiskers," Monkey replied, taking steps to circumambulate the cat-man. "Since you do have someone to be with, uh, don't mind me for now." Having walked around him to the other side, the masked man continued to walk towards the convenience store, waving at Whiskers. "You look fine, but I myself need some food right now, yep. Stay here, or uh, go find your person you were with, I guess? I'm going to get my food." Right, there was packaged ramen awaiting. "Oh, and uh, try not to dawdle too long in these alleyways, you hear? These places get dangerous after a while. Better to go and hide in a hotel room if you can," well, he had to consider the cat-man's appearance and probably condition, "Or maybe a small inn...or uh, a garbage dump? I don't know. Somewhere." |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 27 2014, 04:33 AM Post #8 |
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Whiskers looked at the man a bit confused when he said that Whiskers had somebody to be with. Whiskers did not understand what he meant since the person he was with was him. He watched him and turned his head the whole time a he went around him before turning around. Then he said to stay here or go with the person and he pondered which he should do. Since he didn't really have anything to do here he had no reason to stay there so he decided to follow the man. Plus he could use some food. He was not starving, but he was always in the mood to nibble on some fish or sip some milk. The man then talked about not staying in the alley which confused him a bit. Just a moment ago he had told him to stay there and now he was saying that it was dangerous to be there. This monkey needed to think before he spoke so he did not contradict himself, but Whiskers didn't see any point in mentioning it since he did not plan to stay in the alley anyway. Whiskers was a bit lost in the mans contradiction so he stood there for a second as the monkey walked away. He then shook himself up and perked up his ears as he swung his arms forwards and backwards as he followed behind the man though the monkey had a bit of a head start so he was a bit behind. Whiskers was wondering where he planned to get food and looked around in order to find it out. He did not however see any birds or moles or anything running around. e shrugged it off and just kept following behind. |
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| Calligrapher | Sep 28 2014, 12:24 AM Post #9 |
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The fact that Whiskers was now following him did not escape Monkey's notice, as he was half-expecting that when the words that came out of his mouth, well, did what they did and came out of his mouth. He had to test it, though. Feigning ignorance, the masked man continued to walk, but began to chance the pace of his steps - within three steps he was basically jogging, from there up until the end of the alley where he turned right instead of left, then slowing down into a walk that could have been a crawl, such was its lack of pacing. Fast and slow, fast and slow, it wasn't enough to put stress on his body, but he just wanted to hear for any footsteps, occasionally turning around just to make sure he was still being followed. The convenience store was never too far away, and in due time Monkey reached it. The man behind the counter greeted with his customary apathy, the poor mustached fellow having his mind entranced within the folds of a comic book at the moment. Looking around, he smiled - it was shopping time. "Packaged ramen, packaged ramen, packaged ramen..." There was that - also, the drinks, the snacks, chips and crackers alike; add to that the frozen dinners and the pre-made desserts, and one could only wonder how in the world Monkey wasn't yet morbidly unhealthy. Once in a bit, he looked out the window, just to see if Whiskers was there or what - the man behind the counter had a thing against animals, though he wasn't sure whether or not Whiskers would count as an animal or not. |
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| BadluckCat | Oct 1 2014, 11:42 PM Post #10 |
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Whiskers followed behind the man with no real haste until he found that the man had started to jog. This confused whiskers but he sped up to keep in pace. The monkey seemed to have wanted food but he did not see why he was picking up the pace with no prey in sight. Any true predator knew to blend into the background and wait for his chance to strike. As Whiskers was pondering this the man slowed his pace after making a turn. Whiskers was confused by this but he stopped trying to understand his hunting methods since monkeys must not be good hunters. After a little bit they made it to some building. The monkey went in so he decided to just stay at the door for a moment poking his head in to see what the place was. The man at the counter didn't even raise a brow at the catman poking his head in. He had never really been in s store before finding mot of his food from wild game since his new form had more strength he was able to eat bigger food such as boars and elk. The idea of buying food had never come to him. He had the silly shiny things that people used as currency from doing things for random people or finding them in odd places but he had never spent it before just holding onto it incase he ever did find a purpose to spend it. After awhile the man looked up from his comic long enough to notice whiskers he seemed to grunt at his cat ears," You going to come in or not?" Whiskers startled by the mans sudden interest jumped back away from the door waiting a bit before going back in or just walking off. |
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