#oneneetblackcat

[bloodfamine]

@oneneetblackcat​. STARTER CALL.

  Normally, he would be overjoyed to see the little black cat. Lucian adores felines of all shapes and sizes, having always wanted a pet of his own, and having always been refused for as many reasons could come to mind. So, naturally, his instinct is to scoop it into his arms, perhaps mercilessly pet and bother the creature until it retaliates.

  But then there’s that eerily familiar scent-- not human, not monster, not animal. It’s not quite like the vampires he’s familiar with, but it’s not a normal cat. It can’t be. So, naturally, he reaches forward to lift it by the scruff.

  “What are you?” It’s not the politest way to phrase the question, but it’s the only way he knows how.

[baddestdangerboy]

oneneetblackcat replied to your post: ❛ I go to place where food was before. Maybe food...

“i had a job but then my boss vanished. now that he’s here, I let my house wife do all the cooking. But I still like free food.”

“HOUSE WIFE???????????”

[levitersora]

@oneneetblackcat

“It’s not always good to stay coupe up inside you know. At least going outside and taking a walk is fine.” Even if the other wasn’t really doing the walking, and had decided to stay in cat form, hiding in his hoodie to not have the sun hit him. “Besides, I heard this place is just a good place to look at, to enjoy the view you know? Not an ideal place for a nap I would think.” Who’s he kidding, any place is an ideal place for a nap.

Arriving at a place called ‘Savior’s Respite, he couldn’t help but admire the flowers he first saw, thinking how pretty they were, and probably would look good enough to brighten the apartment a little more. And also hope a certain roommate doesn’t go around destroying it. “Actually I can see you taking a nap under all of these flowers. You can’t say that you wouldn’t do that. Under a tree within some flowers. This spot seems perfect!”

[venomousreaper-blog]

@oneneetblackcat

One of Sand’s only workers was someone that Sand really hadn’t interacted with a whole lot. Sure he had given a vague overview of the Cashier job that he let the other have, but he hadn’t really taken the time to talk to the other. Perhaps he should try during this quiet time of the day?

“How have you been... liking this job?“ Its a simple question but its a good enough starting point isn’t it? Sand never was the best at small talk, even more if he had to start it.

[phantommirrored]

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“Hm.  Hm hmmmmm.”  Shadow hummed, trying to get the other’s attention.  He wasn’t sure if he was being ignored or what, but the Unholy grew annoyed.  Shadow thought maybe he could find solidarity, but no...The other must have taken this whole being Unholy thing too seriously.  Sure, some would call the lot of them monsters.  But, not all of their kind were malicious, Shadow knew he wasn’t, and he doubted this one was either.

“Not all is well with you, I can tell.” Shadow offered his hand, hopefully, the other found him amiable...

[failedprince]

@oneneetblackcat continued from here.

Cats weren't his thing. They were always Roxy's, but that didn't mean Dirk didn't care about them. They were still cute, and they did carry the reminder of his lost friend. Black ones in particular, given the large number of mutant kittens she had made that were black. Sadly, this one didn't have extra eyes or a cute suit or anything. But it did have one mutant power, apparently. It could talk, which was far more startling than the physical mutations could ever have been.

He stops, holding the cat up in front of his face, hands firmly around its sides, careful to keep the flailing paws far enough away they wouldn't hurt him. "Holy shit, little dude. You talk?"

[rvbbithvrt-blog]

██　　Normally, running was not Enma’s game. His game was, in fact, doing absolutely nothing at all, allowing his assailants to get bored, and then moving on when the coast was clear. However, this place, Daemon’s little hovel of misery, had proven particularly flush with opportunistic assholes who saw a lost and confused boy as a fantastic target. One group in particular, only three strong and not much older than himself, had already beat him up once, and he was resting his bruised ribs next to a small waterway. He’d meant to go farther, but... 

Well. Y’know. Cat.

He’d been petting the cat affectionately, thanking his lucky stars that he had been spared a moment of pleasure, when he heard familiar voices-- angry ones. Angry that he had spat some insult under his breath the last time, they were just three Daemons playing a game so why shouldn’t he spit insults, but it figured it would come back to bite him. Normally, running was not Enma’s game, but this time, he ran, scooping up the cat in case the bullies were bad to animals too.

He’d run a fair few additional blocks when he finally slowed, and realized with a jolt that he had just massively displaced the stray in his arms. “Oh.. oh no, I took you away from your home, huh? I’m sorry, I just didn’t want those guys to hurt you... I-I’ll bring you back..”

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[worotii]

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the stench of humanity is almost visible in this establishment that orochi had wandered into. in an effort to understand, to explore the world he’s around, he followed a small crowd, curious as to what humans do in this world. it seems they merely waste their days playing these... ‘games’, where they achieve nothing for all the time they sunk into it. as their time slowly dwindles, the only mark of achievement they seem to gain is a little row with their names on a screen. 

but, his attention is caught by an individual who does not seem to have the same troubles as the mortal humans, instead only here to spend time that might not be as limited as the fools around him. orochi observes the man play, then as he slowly approaches. 

“what’s the... purpose of this?” he asks, glancing at the screen that shines brightly with those colors. “why do you... waste your time with this nonsense?”

“although...” he eyes glance again at the stranger he initiated a conversation with. “you don’t seem to have the same mortal limitation as the others here.”