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patheticvillain) wrote2014-01-24 07:13 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2014-01-24 07:13 pm
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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[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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He glances up after a couple seconds, curious to the cat's 'interest'.]
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[He slides down onto the arm of the chair, yawning. Read something more interesting, dude.]
Tw: brief mention of animal abuse
But so long as he didn't have to care for it, he didn't mind them at all.
He also hasn't made the leap that the cat's intelligent. So the cat's yawning purely because it's up from a nap.
He moves his arm and chances a pet, which is really more his knuckle rubbing softly along a patch of fur.] Well, cat. [He says in a low tone that's not at all unpleasant, reserved for animals.]
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[He meows quietly in response and watches Francis, unblinking.]
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Have you ever been to Malta? Lovely weather. Bit crumpled when I saw it, but one should never judge.
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[Unfortunately, he has literally no idea where Malta is. Geography: never his strong suit. He tips his head at 'crumpled'. Interesting word choice there.]
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He can't interpret the quizzical expression, so he doesn't explain.]
I don't know what I'd have done if I hadn't been killed. [Apparently out of nowhere, but if it hadn't been for Malta, it might not have been necessary.] I suppose she knew that. [If only Elizabeth were here.]
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[His ears twitch. What did she know? And is this the kind of situation where something bad will happen if he acts like he knows this later?]
[Probably. He settles in to listen anyway.]
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[He's gone for several minutes. When he comes back around the corner, he's significantly taller and less furry. Looking a little sheepish, though, hands tucked in pockets and head cocked to one side.]
Hey. Can I sit?
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He looks up when he comes back and gives him a quizzical, if largely neutral expression.]
If you like.
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[He sits in one of the other armchairs and gives Francis a decently serious look.]
So, that was me. The cat, I mean. I figured, if you were going to spill state secrets or whatever, you should at least know who you're talking to.
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[Belatedly, he reaches out a black-gloved hand.]
Sorry. I don't really know what post-cat etiquette is yet.
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[He shakes and sits back.]
I can leave if you want. But if you wanted to finish talking, I can listen, too. Or we can talk about something else. As long as you don't try to kill me, I'm cool with it.
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So which one do you like better?
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My own, naturally.