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exsiliumlogs2013-09-22 11:04 am
scornful) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-22 11:04 am
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[OPEN] "I'll post this in a day or three" or you know, five, same thing, I'm rounding up
Date & Time: backdated: late 09/15 - late 09/17 | following the party
Location: Outlands
Characters: a fake ophanim and an asshole and you walk into a bar. the bar is actually post-apocalyptic britain.
Summary: anyone who wants to scrap with Catsovi and the Misery following the Sept 15th party this is the place to do it. CATFIGHTS RRRRRRRRRRREOOOOWWWWWW
Warnings: FIGHTING ALSO HE DIES, GOD FRICKIN' BLESS
He'd finally had to acknowledge the Misery's presence and, even worse, come in contact with it after the ungraceful dissolution of Vanadi's party. They'd escaped the scene together, Cat balancing in the cove of its stationary center as it spun its way out and into the open air, unsteadily, unhappily. Through the ascent Catsovi had watched the Masked moving about and for a moment he'd considered following them back to the United Earth -- and then, just as quickly, lost that thread of thought completely. As if it weren't and never had been an option.
He lost all train of thought then. His khet may have asked him where they were going -- if so, Cat had refused to answer, instead retreating into himself to sulk like a child. So the Misery had taken its own initiative and fled back to the Outlands.
There will be... people coming after him. This is a fact that Catsovi eventually acknowledges.
After a while, it becomes something that he looks forward to.
The Misery's path becomes slow and erratic, weaving in inefficient curves, occasionally even doubling back on itself. It stops spinning so that Catsovi can climb to the very top of it, perching upon the rim of the wheel, turned back towards the city to look for pursuers -- watching, waiting, hoping.
Location: Outlands
Characters: a fake ophanim and an asshole and you walk into a bar. the bar is actually post-apocalyptic britain.
Summary: anyone who wants to scrap with Catsovi and the Misery following the Sept 15th party this is the place to do it. CATFIGHTS RRRRRRRRRRREOOOOWWWWWW
Warnings: FIGHTING ALSO HE DIES, GOD FRICKIN' BLESS
He'd finally had to acknowledge the Misery's presence and, even worse, come in contact with it after the ungraceful dissolution of Vanadi's party. They'd escaped the scene together, Cat balancing in the cove of its stationary center as it spun its way out and into the open air, unsteadily, unhappily. Through the ascent Catsovi had watched the Masked moving about and for a moment he'd considered following them back to the United Earth -- and then, just as quickly, lost that thread of thought completely. As if it weren't and never had been an option.
He lost all train of thought then. His khet may have asked him where they were going -- if so, Cat had refused to answer, instead retreating into himself to sulk like a child. So the Misery had taken its own initiative and fled back to the Outlands.
There will be... people coming after him. This is a fact that Catsovi eventually acknowledges.
After a while, it becomes something that he looks forward to.
The Misery's path becomes slow and erratic, weaving in inefficient curves, occasionally even doubling back on itself. It stops spinning so that Catsovi can climb to the very top of it, perching upon the rim of the wheel, turned back towards the city to look for pursuers -- watching, waiting, hoping.
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But eventually the Misery stopped of its own accord. It balanced precariously on the edge of its rim. Before Cat could question this halt, it wobbled, and started to turn around.
"What?" Cat demanded, once they were facing the city again. "What do you want--"
His vision focused on the group heading towards them. He cut himself and frowned. One of them looked familiar. One of them... oh, yes.
Miss Heartfilia.
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Saw it and stopped dead in shock, catching her breath in a sharp gasp, a hand abruptly clapping over her mouth. For that second, she completely forgets about her two friends, her mind refusing to accept the possibility of the reason Catsovi and that weird...thing were here. Because he was a friend.
That... this... this had to be a mistake. It was - maybe he was looking for the thief too for his own reason. Maybe...
After a long silence in which she just /stared/ in disbelief, she remembered how to use words. "...c...catsovi...?" How. Why. When what where? Let's go with What.
"Wh.. what are you doing here...?" Please, Please don't tell her you had ANYTHING to do with this.
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His features morphed into an angry scowl, sparing the monstrous creature next to Catsovi only a single glance before turning to where the scent came from
"You know why we're here, bastard." Natsu growled menacingly and stepped to the front. He didn't know this man was one of Lucy's 'friends' in this place but right now he didn't care. His pet had hurt Lucy both in body and in heart. That was something the Dragon Slayer was not going to allow to go unpunished.
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"You have something that belongs to Lucy."