Perfumed Protector

Hello child, I am the Goddess Bastet. Do be polite and say hello. [A faint perfume permeates off of her in gentle waves.] M!A: None Tracked Tag: DivineBastet Please Read: About Me //Egyptian Mythology RP blog. Mun and Muse are of age.

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Prompt: Bastet Sleeping

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John had just opened the door to head out to Tesco’s, glad that he had decided to look down when he was about to exit, because if he hadn’t, he would have tripped over a black cat currently taking up residence on the front steps of 221 Bakerstreet.

"Ahh, hi there little one, what on earth are you doing here?" He asked, kneeling down to offer the cat a hand to smell. "The streets of London isn’t exactly the greatest place for a black cat to be wondering around. Are you looking for your owner?" He talked to the cat as he reached out to pet it, unsure why he had decided today of all days was the one he had picked to start talking to animals, but he was anyway.

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Bastet curses to herself for allowing to be so easily startled. If it weren't for her disoriented state she'd have certainly smelled him coming. Or atleast, so she comforts herself. Still, since she has managed to accidentally attract a human's attention, maybe she could ask him a few questions. As long as there was no one else around, of course. They never did believe a single man's claim of a talking cat.

So Bastet doesn't bolt when the man to reaches down to pet her. In fact, she uses the opportunity to let the man crouch before darting between his feet and through the still-open door behind him. It was always best to try and confront humans in private, when possible.

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Stick-Gods ~ How to Summon a Cat Goddess Pt. 2

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Bastet walked along the sidewalk, carefully weaving her way through passing feet and baby carriages. Was this the street? or should she have turned right a block ago? She sighed, frustrated. She was never going to make any progress at this rate, and she refused to ask direction from any common street cat. The shame would be more unbearable than the cacophony of smells that were currently assailing her nose.

Deciding to take a moment and try and better orient herself she hops up a few steps to gain some height. She sits down in front of a black door with a pristine gold knocker and looks around. To her left was some sort of sandwich shop called Speedy's and she focused on the smell of bread floating out of it to try and clear her thoughts.

Now how on earth was she supposed to find her locate her missing statue in this mess of a city?

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Something Smells Fishy

Bastet closes the door to Pepper’s loft and immediately drops her bag on the floor. It’s been a month since she took off for a short trip to England and after a whirlwind of.. interesting.. events, she’s glad to be back. She leans her back against the door frame and takes a deep breath expecting the scents she had grown accustomed to since she began residing here.

The scents she got on the other hand, were not right. The underlying smells were there. (The ones that ingrain themselves in the walls of a home that never really leave.) But there was a tang in the air that she didn’t like.

Leaving her bag unattended and terribly located in the middle of the floor Bastet begins to make a sweep of the loft, curious to see what her associates have been up to in her absence.

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There’s soil and other earthy scents that linger in the living room from two weeks ago, probably because Pepper isn’t going to start cleaning a loft that had become a mere sleeping den than an actual home within the span of his change. He senses the change in magical presence with relative ease, though because of his own imbalance? Who could say.

He doesn’t fake his surprise when he pops downstairs to find the cat has returned. Ah. Of course. She was bound to come round again someday. He knew Emanon could be swayed with some smiles and kisses but she, well, she would need more patience than he was willing to give.

"Bastet. To what do I owe the pleasure of your return?"

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A brief second after Pepper enters the room, his scents reach her sensitive nose: the offender of the tang in the apartment becomes obvious. However, their silent agreement of leaving each other to their own business suits her well and Bastet is reluctant to breach it. So she holds her tongue and smiles in greeting, extending her arms for a welcome home kiss on each cheek.

"I sensed from London how much you were missing me," Bastet jokes, "So I thought I'd save you from your misery."

There was an ounce of truth buried in the joke. She had sensed him from London, but it was not longing. While travelling through the London underground, she suddenly felt an inexplicable spike of fear for her comrade. And while it had passed fairly quickly, she was struck by how peculiar the sensation had been. Unsurprisingly, she found herself shortly after on a plane headed to New York.

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Something Smells Fishy

Bastet closes the door to Pepper's loft and immediately drops her bag on the floor. It's been a month since she took off for a short trip to England and after a whirlwind of.. interesting.. events, she's glad to be back. She leans her back against the door frame and takes a deep breath expecting the scents she had grown accustomed to since she began residing here.

The scents she got on the other hand, were not right. The underlying smells were there. (The ones that ingrain themselves in the walls of a home that never really leave.) But there was a tang in the air that she didn't like.

Leaving her bag unattended and terribly located in the middle of the floor Bastet begins to make a sweep of the loft, curious to see what her associates have been up to in her absence.

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

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Sebastian was out and about today, looking for something to do that was more or less as entertaining as finding a slag to eat out. He was as debauched or more so as the next man but when he found himself doing things for the hell of it on his free time. It was hard figuring it out though since he counted on being in service some other day or the next. Perhaps he should have gone down the past street if he wanted to find some fun. He had a small sense that he was being followed however and he glanced around, eyes searching the faces of the people that passed and walked behind or next to him. Nothing suspicious but he couldn’t shake what was up so he seemed to slow his gait, making an effort to stare people down. He’d figure this out, one way or another.

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It was barely more than a block before the man began slowing down and glancing around him. Hmm. Someone so attentive to watchful eyes must have quite a history of looking over their shoulder. Still, Bastet was unconcerned. A small black cat wandering the streets of London attracted little to no attention and besides, this man was obviously focused on looking out for suspicious humans.

She made no extra effort to stay inconspicuous but remained a good amount of paces behind the man and stuck to the walls of the buildings to avoid weaving between too many legs. She occasionally tried reassessing the waves of danger permeated off of this stranger, but each time there was no luck. At the end of one block it was almost like the smells directed towards a store front's surveillance camera but a few more paces and the scents diverted again, so Bastet couldn't be sure. She didn't often come across such complex scents in humans.  

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Curiosity Killed The Cat

This man was in danger?

She's not expecting the question mark that followed this line of thought. Usually it was red alert, danger, go go go! This was unusual. There were scents of high risk danger surrounding him, that was certain. But the danger had no direct origin, or direction. It was everywhere around him and that didn't make sense.

She glanced around her. There were a usual amount of people walking the streets of London, but no individual distinguished themselves from the crowd. Returning her gaze to the receding man she sniffed the air again. It was a potent scent, but paying close attention she noticed that the scent struck a perfect balance between potential and immediate danger. But still no direction of origin. She had been walking in the opposite direction when the man passed by but now she turned and began padding after the stranger.

Curiosity was a powerful thing.

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[Bastet runs her hands down her front, smoothing down the kalasiris.] Thank you, I suppose, for the compliment on my figure. However I am still counting that as a guess. [She lets the card drop to the ground and holds up one finger] Strike one.

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lediablelebeau:

[He watches her carefully, weighing his options. His lip twitches up in a smirk - whoever she is, she's got some balls.] A'ight, I'll play. Are you a t'ief? You defn'itely got de B&E part down.

[Bastet cocks her head a fraction of an inch. His absurdly thick drawl takes her a moment to decipher.] Ah, you guess a thief? No... [Her lips quirk in amusement.] I think that's a better suited descriptor for you. [A second finger joins the first and Bastet takes another step forward.] Strike two. Do you require some more assistance, child? [She stresses the last word knowing he would assume she was patronizing him and not, as it were, giving him yet another hint.]

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[Bastet hums, and looks to contemplate for a moment.] Well, that’s not exactly a guess, is it? I won’t count it. And here, [She reaches into one of the folds of her dress and pulls out the ace of spades that he had left at the vault, she glances at it before fanning herself idly with it.] I’ll even give you a hint.

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lediablelebeau:

[Remy's eyes widen - she followed him? How?] …Well, you definitely ain' round enough ta be an art collector. [He couldn't have missed her following him, she's definitely not human…a teleporter maybe?]

[Bastet runs her hands down her front, smoothing down the kalasiris.] Thank you, I suppose, for the compliment on my figure. However I am still counting that as a guess. [She lets the card drop to the ground and holds up one finger] Strike one.

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[Bastet doesn’t resist the smile that twitches at the corner of her lips] You have something of mine I’d like back, child. [She takes a smooth step forward, emanating scents of cool, calm, and collected.] And I’ll allow you three guesses to figure out who I am.

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lediablelebeau:

[Remy tenses further at her advance, and the intense presence she's giving off.] You gonna have to be more specific, I got a lotta t'ings. [She looks human, but…] And I'mma /guess/ dat you an unwelcome guest.

[Bastet hums, and looks to contemplate for a moment.] Well, that's not exactly a guess, is it? I won't count it. And here, [She reaches into one of the folds of her dress and pulls out the ace of spades that he had left at the vault, she glances at it before fanning herself idly with it.] I'll even give you a hint.

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[Bastet, now inside, watches the man in front of her carefully. He seems completely oblivious to her, but she isn’t about to gamble on the matter. Besides, she doesn’t know any man to concentrate so resolutely on such a garish looking painting. She stretches tall and shifts to human. While unsure of an exact location, the close presence of her statue makes the change a simple one. She focuses to ensure a kalasiris, with her preferred modern twist, is covering her body. The sounds of shifting cloth is sure to have made her presence known by now, if he was a thief of even moderate skill, but she clears her throat and raises an eyebrow expectantly, just to make it plain she isn’t trying to hide her presence.]

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lediablelebeau:

[Remy has his collapsable staff drawn and ready in a split second. He looks his unexpected guest up and down, brows quickly furrowed in confusion. There's no way she had already been inside, and he didn't hear her come in. She doesn't look armed, but he doesn't ease up.] Whatchu doin in here? Who are you?

[Bastet doesn't resist the smile that twitches at the corner of her lips] You have something of mine I'd like back, child. [She takes a smooth step forward, emanating scents of cool, calm, and collected.] And I'll allow you three guesses to figure out who I am.

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[[Apologizes for the impromptu hiatus. I'm back now!]]

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Update

I'm changing my faceclaim from Marion Cotillard to Nazanin Boniadi.

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Reblog if you RP Mythology or Relevant Characters

OC or not, doesn't matter to me. Any mythology based characters or anyone that would interact with a mythology character.

Looking to go on a follow spree and hopefully start some more rps.

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Marion Cotillard

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[Bastet follows swiftly, gaining ground steadily until she rounds a corner to catch a flash of cloth disappear through a window. She narrows her eyes and approaches, crawling along a ledge of the building with caution.] /Is this his home?/ [She hesitates as she tries to organize the waves of danger that assail her nostrils. She’s perched precariously on a ledge, sure. She’s following a potentially dangerous man, sure. But no smell was letting her predict what was through that window.] Well, one way to find out. [She shivers in pleasure as a kick of adrenaline courses through her system. She takes a few more steps and gracefully jumps through the still open window.]

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lediablelebeau:

[The apartment is clean, spacious, and definitely expensive. It's well lit and decorated with designer furniture. The place looks almost completely unused, except for the tousled bed sheets and a few empty wine bottles and dirty glasses in the sink. Whether Remy owns it, is squatting, or acquired it by some dishonest means is up for debate. He immediately heads for a large painting, taking it down to reveal an inset wall safe. He places the statue inside and locks it securely. He replaces the painting, checking it twice to make sure it's straight. He stands back, feeling victorious. It's then that he notices the painting - some weird modern abstract trainwreck - and tilts his head in confusion, cupping his chin. His failure to appreciate modern art distracts him from the entrance of his visitor]

[Bastet, now inside, watches the man in front of her carefully. He seems completely oblivious to her, but she isn't about to gamble on the matter. Besides, she doesn't know any man to concentrate so resolutely on such a garish looking painting. She stretches tall and shifts to human. While unsure of an exact location, the close presence of her statue makes the change a simple one. She focuses to ensure a kalasiris, with her preferred modern twist, is covering her body. The sounds of shifting cloth is sure to have made her presence known by now, if he was a thief of even moderate skill, but she clears her throat and raises an eyebrow expectantly, just to make it plain she isn't trying to hide her presence.]