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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 2, 2011 21:34:42 GMT -5
Month Three, Week One, Day Four, Ship Semi-private
Every week now, for almost two months, Ravage has found a carefully arranged little tray of artfully-arranged energon goodies outside his door. The tray is always left when he is inside and when his roommates are out and about pulling shifts. The goodies are not always the same flavors, though he's noticed that some, particularly the one with the popping, crunchy bits, tend to show up more often then others.
This is good, because he likes the popping, crunchy ones. They taste rich and have nice texture.
He was wary of them at first. The scent traces gave away the hands that left the tray, but that does not mean those hands made the treats, and Ravage has learned to be careful of gifts unasked. But the smells were too tantalizing, and the tastes even better. So when he opens the door to find this latest offering he decides that he must find the maker of these treats and discover her intentions.
He lifts his head, scents the air, and begins to pad softly down the corridor- after secreting the goodies in a small compartment in his leg. The evidence- the tray- is carefully clasped in his jaws.
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 3, 2011 20:06:43 GMT -5
Lyzack is scrubbing some laser burn marks off the walls in one of the corridors. Someone was bored and shot a wall. It happens, and it makes scut work for the people who don't have better things to be doing.
She isn't paying much attention to anything but scrubbing, but she does have four optics in robot mode.
Lionessbreast is not here. She is back in Lyzack's room. That is sort of mistake that Leozack made... once.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 4, 2011 22:29:21 GMT -5
Ravage pads silently down the hall until he comes near to where Lyzack is working. The angle of the hallway and the are where she is working allows the cat to slip up rather near behind the catgirl.
He sits down on his haunches, watching.
Then he drops the tray to the floor. It likely makes a very nice clatter.
Sneaking w/ approval, natch.
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 5, 2011 20:49:05 GMT -5
Lyzack aies and jumps. As this is a spaceship, there are miscellaneous pipes running along the ceiling. She grabs those and swings her legs up to wrap around the pipes, such that she is now flush to the ceiling, peering down.
What she sees is adorable, and as is usual for her, she feels both mortified and stupid. Lyzack stutters, "Ah, Ravage! Good cycle. It is quite quiet here, compared to the Fortress Base."
Yes, being used to constant screaming dinosaur children is clearly an excuse why Ravage dropping a bento box scared her up onto the ceiling.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 6, 2011 12:02:35 GMT -5
Ravage tilts his head and studies the catgirl as she hangs above him for several seconds. That was entirely too much fun. He shall have to remember that she is so skittish. That needs to be remedied. Perhaps he will start stalking her on a regular basis.
He nudges the dropped tray with his nose. //Explain.//
He's speaking on low-range general, since he certainly doesn't have Lyzack's frequency.
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 6, 2011 12:26:42 GMT -5
Lyzack drops back down. She lands gracefully and lightly, of course on her feet. If Ravage knows what he is looking for, he may notice that she did not use any anti-gravs to assist her landing.
She doesn't have anti-gravs, anyway.
Lyzack picks up the bento box and examines it for a moment, before saying, "What is there to say? It is a bento box. It needs a wash. Shall it be washed, then, after this stain is removed?"
She gestures to the scorch mark on the wall, the one that she has mostly cleaned away.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 6, 2011 17:28:57 GMT -5
Ravage's head tilts again, this time in the opposite direction as Lyzack... basically offers to follow his orders. Eventually the great cats huffs out a puff of air that sounds suspiciously like a snort.
//Warrior or washwoman? Too eager to please.//
He nudges the bento box again, licks one of the compartments, and makes every effort to look the catgirl in the optics.
//Why? Not your pet.//
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 6, 2011 17:38:44 GMT -5
Lyzack's wings twitch, but her face remains a blank mask. Should be be insulted? Is it a deliberate offense?
In truth, she has never done what this body was built to do. She was surplus to requirements, and so, she has done other things. Is what she does what she is?
Looking her in the optics will be a trick. She has four of them, and she never lets them alight directly upon Ravage. Lyzack says carefully, "Some things must be done. They are necessary. There is no shame in the doing."
Now the stain is entirely washed away. She looks at the box.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 6, 2011 21:59:06 GMT -5
//You are warrior stock.// Ravage observes with a sniff.
He looks at the bento box again. Some impatience creeps into his voice as he says, //Question unanswered.//
Ravage gets back on his feet and begins to pace around the shy jet.
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 6, 2011 22:09:35 GMT -5
The body is, but is she?
Lyzack starts to pad down to the nearest cleaning supply room, not turning her back on Ravage. She says obliquely, "There is an answer."
In other words, as far as she is concerned, sometimes, a bento box is just a bento box, and she doesn't have anything to do with it.
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 9, 2011 1:09:25 GMT -5
A snarl creeps up from Ravage's throat as he pads after Lyzack. The catgirl is frustrating the hellcat. Ravage may be an infiltrator, but he prefers direct communication. He is not a being prone to circumspection or misdirection, which is how he views Lyzack's careful answers.
The answer to this, of course, is to attempt to pounce the jet, knock her down, and growl out, //You make them. You leave them. Why?//
In another genre this would probably be the set up from some hot cat on catgirl action, and somewhere, someone is disappointed that it is not.
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 11, 2011 11:51:41 GMT -5
Lyzack is graceful and has quick reaction times, but she is unable to dodge the pounce and goes down on the floor on her back. Mad, panicked fear of death spikes through her processors.
Then she reaches for Ravage's head, to try to stroke his head between the spikes, and she explains, "It is said that there are spirits who do small household chores. They do it because it is their nature. If you ever see them or try to leave thanks, they will vanish, because that, too, is their nature."
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 13, 2011 21:51:24 GMT -5
Mrrrrrr
Ravage wasn't trying to hurt Lyzack, and doesn't really want to do so. So he growls softly as she touches him, inwardly amazed that the jet's response to a hostile action is to pet him.
//Not a sprite. Metal and oil and energon// he says, //Can smell you.//
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Post by Lyzack on Nov 13, 2011 21:58:34 GMT -5
"Not a sprite, no, a blue jet," Lyzack agrees mildly.
Blue jets differ from sprites in that they project from the top of the cumulonimbus above a thunderstorm, typically in a narrow cone, to the lowest levels of the ionosphere 25 miles (40 km) to 50 miles (80 km) above the earth. They are also brighter than sprites and, as implied by their name, are blue in colour.
Ah, but is the kitty purring? Lyzack tries to extricate herself from the pounce. She doesn't use any ground grappling techniques - she just tries to get out.
"Perhaps it could be said that some are fond of felines and may wish to do something for them without it being known, so as to avoid the trappings of obligations and exchange."
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Post by Ravage (ROTF) on Nov 13, 2011 22:25:10 GMT -5
Ravage slowly backs off Lyzack as the jet moves out from under him. He sits back on his haunches, his tail curling around his body and studies her.
His next words are more conversational, slower, and spoken with more effort.
//Why do you not speak directly when asked directly? You are not afraid of me, and I am not as volatile a being as some.//
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