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@scratch-c4t
đžâ˘ I'm drowning innocent wolves! I'm dressing up like a cat! â˘đž
hi-hi! Call me Scratch Cat! I like cats. All kinds'a cats. Uh, I use zey/he pronouns. And I like sewing, also! I, uh, I make a lot of pillows and bed stuff. I also alter clothes, sometimes. I live with Rigor Mortis, my best bud and favorite 'joy from here to zone 14! M' kind of a scaredy cat, but make sure to radio me 'f you need anything!!
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Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you 𫵠and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
YOU SCOOTERED OFF OF A ROOF!
(He does a little mimic of holding scooter handlebars and then points aggressively at the roof in question.)
D'you think you're made of rubber or somethin'??
yeah! did it look cool?
(They pause to think, then nods)
i mean, kinda? i don't get hurt. ... that much.
(He scoffs, spitting out some more sand before responding.)
.. I guess, yeah. I didn't see a whole lot before you landed on me.
(His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he speaks. Finally, he shuffles over to Turn, looking over them to see if he can spot the injury.)
What snapped?
you were in the way! not my fault.
(They sit up, not really sure what got hurt themself. Though, once they bend their wrist, they're pretty sure they've figured it out. Their legs hurt too from the.. poor landing, but they're pretty sure it's all good)
... i dunno.
Whatever. Kinda hard to kickflip onto somebody accidentally.
(He murmurs, eyeing the wrist with a little cringe. He's just glad it isn't something too major. At least not too major from what he can see.)
.. I dunno if there's a rescue around here.
(He glances about, not seeing a whole lot.)
Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you 𫵠and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
YOU SCOOTERED OFF OF A ROOF!
(He does a little mimic of holding scooter handlebars and then points aggressively at the roof in question.)
D'you think you're made of rubber or somethin'??
yeah! did it look cool?
(They pause to think, then nods)
i mean, kinda? i don't get hurt. ... that much.
(He scoffs, spitting out some more sand before responding.)
.. I guess, yeah. I didn't see a whole lot before you landed on me.
(His voice is dripping with sarcasm as he speaks. Finally, he shuffles over to Turn, looking over them to see if he can spot the injury.)
What snapped?
Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you 𫵠and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Oughh..
(they just... lay there like a dead bug. with their scooter underneath them)
Owwwww.. I didn't MEAN to!
YOU SCOOTERED OFF OF A ROOF!
(He does a little mimic of holding scooter handlebars and then points aggressively at the roof in question.)
D'you think you're made of rubber or somethin'??
Does a super awesome kick flip on my scooter off a roof and lands on you 𫵠and breaks a bone . One of MY bones. Owch.
AUGHCK!
(He catapults face-first into the sand, immediately pushing himself up a little and hacking out a mouth and nose-full of sand. He sneezes a couple times, eventually recovering with a dazed groan. When he does manage to sit up and ruffle the sand from his hair, he huffs.)
.. hhguh.. I told you NOT to break something.
Aw man :( I'll just break .. one of MY bones. Yay â¤ď¸
.. Don't. break your bones. I don't wanna get blamed for that.
Can I break oneâď¸of your bones. For fun. Today would be my birthday if I was born today so you should let me.
Nuh-uh. I already broke enough of 'em.
(He crosses his arms, pausing temporarily before kind of looking confused, glancing down and then to the side as he thinks through the birthday comment.)
.. And.. that's...
(He trails off, looking really truly confused for a few seconds before scoffing and shaking his head.)
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
He cackles, hugging his stomach and hunching over a little. He wipes a tear from his eye, scoffing between fits of giggles.
"'Cause you punched me in the face." He states simply, walking over to the scooter and picking up his rock. "'S payback."
(They sit up, definitely feeling more battered than before. Maybe Almie has painkillers... wait. That's dumb, no she wouldn't. ....would she?)
it was a challenge thingy! ... by me. are you gonna throw that, 'cause thats not nice.
He shakes his head with a huff, dusting the sand off the rock before putting it back in his pocket.
"No, no, I'm not gonna throw it at you. Also, that's a shit way to challenge somebody." He retorts, crossing his arms. "You break anything or do ya just like layin' in the sand?"
i dunno. maybe i broke EVERYTHING. rude.
(They slowly sit up, trying to figure out if the pain from trying to catch themself is normal or not)
if my scooter's broken 'cause of you i'll... be very upset.
He rolls his eyes and waves a dismissive hand.
"Your scooter's fine, it was just a rock. Witch, don't be a drama queen about it." He grumbles. At least from what he saw when he went to get his rock, the scooter wasn't visibly damaged. Then again, he hasn't seen a whole lot of scooters, so he could be wrong.
"If you broke everything, I'm not gonna drag you to a rescue."
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
He cackles, hugging his stomach and hunching over a little. He wipes a tear from his eye, scoffing between fits of giggles.
"'Cause you punched me in the face." He states simply, walking over to the scooter and picking up his rock. "'S payback."
(They sit up, definitely feeling more battered than before. Maybe Almie has painkillers... wait. That's dumb, no she wouldn't. ....would she?)
it was a challenge thingy! ... by me. are you gonna throw that, 'cause thats not nice.
He shakes his head with a huff, dusting the sand off the rock before putting it back in his pocket.
"No, no, I'm not gonna throw it at you. Also, that's a shit way to challenge somebody." He retorts, crossing his arms. "You break anything or do ya just like layin' in the sand?"
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
(The rock gets caught, and it flings Turn off the scooter, over the handlebars, and into the sand with a thud)
OW!! witch!!! that hurt why'd you do that!!?
He cackles, hugging his stomach and hunching over a little. He wipes a tear from his eye, scoffing between fits of giggles.
"'Cause you punched me in the face." He states simply, walking over to the scooter and picking up his rock. "'S payback."
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
i wasnt thinkin'!!
(They keep going around in circles around him, even doing a kickflip for fun like they weren't just threatened)
i dunno. it's not actually mine, i dunno where that came from. whoops!
He takes a rock out of his pocket, tossing it up a couple times and catching it while eyeing the path of the scooter. The kickflip kind of throws him off, making him chuckle.
"You don't seem like th' type to do a whole lotta thinkin'."
He rears back the rock after a few moments, absolutely hurling it toward the front wheel of the scooter.
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
YIKES!!! my piano :(
(They hop on their scooter and starts going around in wide circles. They already have bandages on them from previous injuries)
please dont i need all my limbs and stuff.. yknow?
He skids to a stop, watching them ride circles around him. He huffs with irritation, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Should'a thought of that before tryn'a crush me with a damn piano." He grumbles.
"How'd you get a piano out here, anyway?" He talks while he digs around in his pocket, looking for something.
Drops a piano on you as a defense mechanism
A shadow on the sand diverts his attention up to the absolutely nonsensical falling piano from about 10 feet up. He screams right before the impact, the piano landing with a discordant clang of ivory and broken bones.
Well, would-be broken bones. Scratch is too quick for that. He managed to narrowly avoid getting hit by the piano, his only injury being from tripping over his own feet and face-planting briefly in the sand due to his initial panic. Soon enough, he's back up and running.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES!"
Punches you and runs away
"OW!"
Obviously, in true weasel-meets-highschool-wrestling-champion fashion, he scrambles after the one who just decked him.
Imagine losing
Fuck you! I won that fucking fight.
(He scoffs.)
I don't remember that.
Yeah, âcause I pounded your head too good.
(He doesnât think he punched him hard enough to give him memory loss, but nonetheless, itâs his excuse of choice.)
If I didnât win, would I have been able to drag your ass here? Proâbly not.
No you didn't.
(He rolls his eyes, almost purposefully being a little shit)
There weren't any witnesses... so who knows. Maybe you lost and you just don't remember.
(Scratch doesnât want to let Kobra get in his head. Heâs just being a dick. Obviously. Even knowing that, he canât help but start to get just a little skeptical of his own memory⌠maybe he is just playing it up. Eventually, he crosses his arms, putting on a tough face.)
Thereâs gonna be plenty oâ witnesses if you keep talking. My memoryâs fine.
(He shifts, smiling very faintly)
Is it? And is that a threat, or are you just trying to scare me?
It is. And, well, whatever makes you shut your trap quicker.
(He seems thoroughly disgruntled now, evidently thinking about the quality of his own memory despite his confidence that itâs fine.)
(He scoffs, not believing that he would hit him while they're in the rescue)
Are you sure?
(Scratch scowls at him, his own memory feeling kind of fuzzy even though it was clear just a minute ago. Heâs irritated. Heâs tensed up like heâs about to start a fight.
After a moment, though, he relaxes with a long sigh. He knows better than to throw a punch in a hospital. He slumps back and huffs.)
Mhm.
Imagine losing
Fuck you! I won that fucking fight.
(He scoffs.)
I don't remember that.
Yeah, âcause I pounded your head too good.
(He doesnât think he punched him hard enough to give him memory loss, but nonetheless, itâs his excuse of choice.)
If I didnât win, would I have been able to drag your ass here? Proâbly not.
No you didn't.
(He rolls his eyes, almost purposefully being a little shit)
There weren't any witnesses... so who knows. Maybe you lost and you just don't remember.
(Scratch doesnât want to let Kobra get in his head. Heâs just being a dick. Obviously. Even knowing that, he canât help but start to get just a little skeptical of his own memory⌠maybe he is just playing it up. Eventually, he crosses his arms, putting on a tough face.)
Thereâs gonna be plenty oâ witnesses if you keep talking. My memoryâs fine.
(He shifts, smiling very faintly)
Is it? And is that a threat, or are you just trying to scare me?
It is. And, well, whatever makes you shut your trap quicker.
(He seems thoroughly disgruntled now, evidently thinking about the quality of his own memory despite his confidence that itâs fine.)
Imagine losing
Fuck you! I won that fucking fight.
(He scoffs.)
I don't remember that.
Yeah, âcause I pounded your head too good.
(He doesnât think he punched him hard enough to give him memory loss, but nonetheless, itâs his excuse of choice.)
If I didnât win, would I have been able to drag your ass here? Proâbly not.
No you didn't.
(He rolls his eyes, almost purposefully being a little shit)
There weren't any witnesses... so who knows. Maybe you lost and you just don't remember.
(Scratch doesnât want to let Kobra get in his head. Heâs just being a dick. Obviously. Even knowing that, he canât help but start to get just a little skeptical of his own memory⌠maybe he is just playing it up. Eventually, he crosses his arms, putting on a tough face.)
Thereâs gonna be plenty oâ witnesses if you keep talking. My memoryâs fine.
