Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 18, 2012 9:39:40 GMT -5
Month 7, Week 3, Day 6, on the way back to Cecil's place, under the cover of dark, scenario worked out with Cecil's player beforehand, semi-private
Lyzack is on free time. She usually spends her free time cleaning her room. With so many missing, she now has expanded her free time to cleaning everything. However, as Victoria's aide de camp, Lyzack has been examining the situation in Detroit, as so many of their fallen kindred seem to be clustered there. A cold logistician would likely suggest simply razing the city, but Lyzack is not her brother.
She examined the files on Cecil Capello, ADA, for the potential to be bribed or blackmailed. He throws these large parties, which Lyzack is to understand that the humans find tacky. Lyzack has done a great deal of reading on what is done and not done in this one particular city. Now she sees why Rook had her read that pathetic human literature, that she might know her enemy. At first, it seemed like it would be a trivial thing to find some leverage on the ADA. Then Lyzack looked closer.
Mr. Capello is lucky, from the jammed assailant's gun to the heiress's lap he landed in when he tripped. His parties are wild, but nothing illegal has ever been reported at them once. Lyzack looked closer.
She thinks she knows who he is.
So now there is a teal lioness trying to intercept Mr. Capello on his way home from another bender.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 18, 2012 9:51:00 GMT -5
Perhaps he's tempting fate by openly walking home drunk, but Cecil isn't worried. He only lives a few blocks over – really, he should complain to the taxi company about the driver dumping him – and he's counting on his good fortune should anyone be daft enough to try something. He isn't counting on a giant teal cat crossing his path. Does that count as bad luck or good luck, he wonders?
"Hello, kitty," he says with a chuckle, brushing his gold and blue bangs away from his eyes. He stops and beckons the big lioness closer, grinning.
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 18, 2012 19:35:55 GMT -5
The 'kitty' growls lowly and examines Mr. Capello like she is considering if he is edible, but she pads closer. For the most part, the robotic feline just seems intent on nudging Mr. Capello back to his apartment, if he shows any signs of going the wrong way.
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 19, 2012 6:03:53 GMT -5
His hand hasn't been bitten off yet. Cecil beams at Lionessbreast and snickers, making no moves to resume walking at any immediate time. He tries instead to pet her, aiming for scritches along the back of her neck and behind her ears.
"Such a pretty kitty," he croons, and he tries very very hard not to just collapse into useless fits of laughter at himself. Why not lay it on thick? See how far he can push this? "But you're a long way from home, aren't you?"
He might have had a few too many shots of Jägermeister after his last couple Cosmopolitans. Maybe. But probably not.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 19, 2012 7:49:59 GMT -5
Lionessbreast is not as well-manned as her mistress is. When Mr. Capello tries to pet her and give her scritchies, she tries to unfoot him with a sweep of a paw and give him a tumble unto his tuckus. The lioness regards him with hard, luminous optics, her ears pricked. Will she have to drag him now? Latch her teeth around an ankle?
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 20, 2012 9:57:20 GMT -5
Being just an ordinary human with no exceptional physical attributes (other than his good looks) at the best of times, and being very drunk right now, which is hardly the best of times for his reflexes, Cecil is up-ended and lands solidly on his shapely rear end. And laughs, making no attempts to get up just yet.
"Okay, okay, no touchy," he chortles, holding his middle with both arms. "Just… ahaha… just give me a second." He rolls onto his side and will just giggle himself out if Lionessbreast lets him. But if she doesn't drag him off, she's going to like him even less, because when he's done laughing, he rolls onto his back and lies there for a few more moments before, unsteadily: "…I need a hand here." The pavement's wobbling under him like a waterbed and when he lifts his head, it gets a little bit worse. "Never drinking that much Jäger again," he promises. He totally will sometime, preferably when he has somebody cute to walk him home.
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Lyzack
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 20, 2012 12:44:04 GMT -5
Lionessbreast sits down on her haunches and peers at Mr. Capello for a moment. Then she stands back up and attempts to take him gently in her jaws by the back collar of his outfit and carry him off like a kitten. She still seems to be going back to his condo.
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 20, 2012 22:45:13 GMT -5
Cecil was planning on just asking Lionessbreast to help him back to his feet! He can't quite wrap his arms around her neck at this angle, so he fusses.
"I can walk! I'm not invalid, I'm just inebriated," he gripes. "For Heaven's sake, just let me lean on you a moment!" He very nearly swore on the Horned One's sake. Now is not a spectacularly good time to discuss that little secret of his.
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 20, 2012 23:10:11 GMT -5
Lionessbreast is an animal. She is smarter than the average lion, but she's still just an animal. Religion is meaningless to her.
Likewise, Mr. Capello's entreaties to lean on the lioness go without comprehension. She continues to pad towards his condo, likely at a better pace than the drunk human can manage on his own.
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 21, 2012 9:19:16 GMT -5
Religion may mean nothing to Lionessbreast, but Cecil is under no illusions that there are always other ears about even among the humans. Perhaps especially among the humans. He has some downright nosy neighbours. He keeps on fussing, even debating at one point whether or not he should dig in his heels as a protest. He decided that would be silly; he's being chauffeured, albeit awkwardly. Might as well enjoy it while he can.
"Still think I could've walked it," he grumbles one last time. He twists around to see, then gives the side of her neck a pat – he recalls she didn't care for pettings or scritches – as best he can. "But thanks, I guess. So, what's the occasion, pussy cat? This's either the most lucid hallucination I've ever had, or it's shaping up to be the best assassination attempt I've ever seen." And he's seen some doozies in his time. He has to wonder just how many people he's ticked off so badly that they've all tried to kill him or to have him killed. He can remember a few long trials he found exceedingly hair-raising at the time, when he was still only a human, but to his broadened perspective, they don't seem all that worrisome.
At least he ended up with a life where he's paid to make people's lives hell.
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 21, 2012 10:12:59 GMT -5
Lionessbreast growls lowly in the back of her throat at the pat. She is not chummy with this human. She is also attempting to walk right past Mr. Capello's door and take him up to the roof instead.
The thing about humans is that they generally don't look up. For most of human evolution, there hasn't been much in the sky that could hurt them. Large eagles have preyed upon small hominids and children of larger hominids, but once early humans hit a certain size, death from above ceased being a pressing concern.
There is, if one is looking for it, something indeterminate on the roof.
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 22, 2012 7:21:36 GMT -5
Lionessbreast could always drop Cecil and let him walk on his own power. Which might be a good idea, as she doesn't appear to know which condo is his. He turns, pointing at the door as they pass it.
"Hey, it's back there," he reminds her. "You missed it." But up she goes, and he has a decent idea of why. First she tells him stories, now a personal visit? Isn't he just flattered.
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 22, 2012 20:52:39 GMT -5
Lionessbreast ignores Mr. Capello. Instead, she attempts to take him up to the roof, where a familiar white and teal F-14 is waiting.
Yes, Lyzack painted herself back to her usual colours for he whom she believes is Slugslinger. If he has memory troubles, her proper colours may jog his memory. She will pant herself back to Terran livery when she is done here.
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Post by Slugslinger on Mar 23, 2012 6:54:03 GMT -5
He expects the jet, doubting that Lionessbreast would be all that far from her mistress, but Cecil laughs all the same; he can't help himself. It's one of the annoying things about this human body, being unable to fine-tune his reactions the way he likes. At least he's still a good liar. He works in an hysterical edge to his humour as he takes in Lyzack from nosecone to tailplanes.
"This is great," he declares, still chortling. "How'd you manage to land that thing up here? I'm impressed!"
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Post by Lyzack on Mar 23, 2012 15:52:06 GMT -5
Lyzack transforms slowly and quietly. She keeps herself laid down on her side, so as to not attract undue attention. Lyzack is not a human piloting some thing. This is her body.
Flying is enjoyable, she has found, now that she had been plucked from the Giant Fortress Base and dumped in this strange universe. Moreover, Lyzack has found out that, to a certain extent, she is good at flying. She does not yet have combat reflexes, but her reaction times are good, her turn radius tight, her acceleration peppy. Landing on the roof was surprisingly easy. Esmeral would find fault with Lyzack's flying, she is sure, but Esmeral is not here. Mr. Capello is, and Mr. Capello has complimented her. She does not wish to imply that his evaluation of the world is incorrect, but she also does not think what she accomplished here was any great deed, and also, she is still not a thing.
Lyzack settles upon, her words soft as always, "Those words are a kindness. Mr. Capello, is that really your name?"
Lionessbreast stands behind him, as if to block any easy exits.
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