Cassel Sharpe. (
patheticvillain) wrote2014-01-24 07:13 pm
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Entry tags:
- bag of every cat,
- bitey cat,
- bouquet of cats,
- cassel no,
- cat metaphors,
- cat realities,
- dramatic yet unhelpful,
- goddamnit all these shenanigans,
- he means well really,
- hissy cat,
- lila & the cage,
- mean cat,
- metaphors!!,
- poor life choices tm,
- sharpe is douchebag for troll,
- super accountant strikes again,
- this cat will bite you,
- this is a really bad idea,
- this is the angry cat,
- vesper lynd: badass accountant
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spam } various times 1/24-1/28
[There is a small, slim, and unfamiliar black cat walking the Barge this weekend. A familiar item hangs around his neck: two coins fused together by supernatural strength, hung on a leather thong. With it, the cat seems to pass freely throughout the ship, though he clings to shadows in the hallways.]
[Most often, he can be found in common rooms, curled up on the best chair and watching the goings-on with barely-open yellow eyes. In the gardens, he naps in the flower beds and climbs into the thickest parts of low-growing trees. Here and there he can be found in boxes where he probably isn't supposed to be, seeming to look for small spaces and pressing himself into corners.]
[He also makes his best efforts to trip people, looking incredibly smug with every success.]
spam } vesper
[Don't ask how he got in here. Some things it's better not to question. But he's found Vesper's paperwork, which is suddenly the most fascinating and important thing in the world.]
[Whenever she comes back, he's rolling on his back in the middle of a mess of papers. Which are his now.]
[There is a small, slim, and unfamiliar black cat walking the Barge this weekend. A familiar item hangs around his neck: two coins fused together by supernatural strength, hung on a leather thong. With it, the cat seems to pass freely throughout the ship, though he clings to shadows in the hallways.]
[Most often, he can be found in common rooms, curled up on the best chair and watching the goings-on with barely-open yellow eyes. In the gardens, he naps in the flower beds and climbs into the thickest parts of low-growing trees. Here and there he can be found in boxes where he probably isn't supposed to be, seeming to look for small spaces and pressing himself into corners.]
[He also makes his best efforts to trip people, looking incredibly smug with every success.]
spam } vesper
[Don't ask how he got in here. Some things it's better not to question. But he's found Vesper's paperwork, which is suddenly the most fascinating and important thing in the world.]
[Whenever she comes back, he's rolling on his back in the middle of a mess of papers. Which are his now.]
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[So he bites John hard on the ankle.]
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[ And this is accompanied by a reflexive telekinetic shove. To the cat. Which is going to be gentler than a kick, but probably going to involve more flying-through-the-air-action than a kick would have.
It's only just after the shove that he realizes the cat is thinking. The cat is thinking.
And so he reverses the grip and catches the cat before it hits the ground. It is set down, instead, gently. ]
You could have drawn blood.
You did draw blood! [ upon an ankle check. ]
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[Whatever. You're a dumbass.]
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The protest is delivered telepathically, powerfully, John's face in a frown.
You don't know what I was thinking. ]
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[I know it was stupid. I can just tell. I'm a stupid detector.]
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Maybe you should stupid detect the things that you say.
[ omg he's arguing with a cat ]
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[Cassel licks his paw and yawns.]
[Anyway, stupid detection doesn't work on itself, obviously.]
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[ He's always liked cats, though. Strays, usually. He crouches, reaches out and rubs the crown of the cat's head, letting it come to him. ]
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[He trots over and headbutts John's hand, a little grouchily, but no less genuinely pleased about attention.]
[You do realize I'm not actually a cat, right?]
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