♦ Medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged (does having an increased risk of cancer and being wounded can and does cause it count?)
♦ Class or Caste : upper / middle / working / slave / unsure/ n/a [student/child]
♦ Education : qualified / unqualified / studying
♦ Criminal Record : Yes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has aided or committed crimes but not caught yet
FAMILY
♦ Marital status : married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed or widower / verse-dependent
♦ Children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / had a child
♦ Relationship with Family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
“Nice to meet you! I’m Shadow,” the tiny kitten introduced herself before stepping back to the garage door to watch for the tow truck. “Have you guys been in Megakat City long? It’s got a lot of stuff to do, at least on the outer parts. The inner part’s where all the business places mostly are...”
She turned her head to glance over her shoulder to the older male fox in curiosity. She knew it was rude to ask ‘what are you’ so she opted for something else.
“What’s INTERPOL, by the way? You said that’s where you were from?”
Well, she definitely seemed a little calmer, so that was good. Shadow readjusted her backpack and folded her arms behind her as the older woman stood up.
“Probably still at work... er, home. Home work. We live at their job. They work at a military salvage yard, and I walk home from school by myself when they get really busy. Or just go stay with my aunt at her office until they can come get me. My dads are gonna be awhile today, so I’m gonna go visit Aunt Callie and Uncle Manx today,” she explained before briefly glancing over to the work area beside them. “Do you work here?”
((Aw, now you know I couldn’t have Jake feeling poopy for long after the “Rage” prompt, so here’s the aftermath, taking place the next morning.))
Jake preferred to change the bandages himself. He didn’t enjoy it, but he preferred to start making more use of his left hand. By now, it didn’t take him too long anymore, but he still always found himself sitting on his bed staring down to the fresh dressings in disgust.
Though that morning was a special kind of disgust; he’d gotten so angry with his situation that he’d yelled at a volume that made Shadow cry. He hadn’t found the nerve to speak with either her or Chance that morning. He’d slept on the sofa, he avoided their usual patterns to get to the bathroom... hell, he didn’t even need to avoid them during breakfast; the second he came into the living room, Chance picked up Shadow and her arts-and-crafts supplies and bolted. He was sure Chance was still pissed at him and that Shadow was all but frightened of him by that point.
His thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of his door being opened, and he found Shadow hurrying in. Chance was close behind her, having been the one to open the door for her. Jake worriedly watched Shadow waddle over to him and pull herself up onto the bed. It was only when she got close that he noticed a big piece of paper clenched tight in her hands.
He tried to put on a weak smile when Shadow finally steadied herself and sat down.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured softly. “What’cha got there?”
Shadow glanced down to the paper to examine it before she leaned to pass it off to him. Jake passed a curious glance to Chance, who just shrugged with folded arms and smiled, before taking the paper and turning it around. Shadow was bouncing with excitement when he finally saw what it was; she’d drawn a very crude version of the SWAT Kats in the Turbokat flying over the city, colored rather well, and all with crayon. Familiar noodles had been glued to the top of the page to spell out, “Yur stil my heero! Feel betur!”; they’d also been similarly glued at the bottom to spell out “Luv Stormy!” So that was Chance’s next option for her future SWAT Kat handle, huh? Stormcloud again?
Poor infantile spelling - (clearly Chance’s suggestion to look cute; Jake knew Shadow could spell better than this) - and foul smelling noodles could never make Jake’s heart melt the way it did when it came from his daughter. He looked back down to Shadow and found her bouncing up and down on her butt with the biggest grin on her face.
“Shadow... are these the noodles from the garbage last night?” He chuckled softly.
“Nooders!” Shadow immediately crawled under the paper and into Jake’s lap, turning around to point at her picture. “Papa nooders!”
He wrapped his bad hand around her tiny body and pulled her close, nuzzling her softly as he warmly looked over the picture again. He soon felt Chance plop down beside the two of them and wrap an arm around him, pulling Jake close to himself as he laughed.
“And Shadow made it all by herself! She wanted to work her tiny kitten magic and make you feel better.”
“Make ME feel better?” Jake laughed softly as he leaned slightly. “But I’m the one who--”
“Just shut up and enjoy Shadow’s nooders, Jake.” Chance urged with a teasing smirk as he rested his chin atop Jake’s head.
Actually meant "Rage" for Jake since it would be pretty strange seeing him rage and not Chance
(Ooo! PS: This drabble is based on an RP I did with @callmedrviper. It will include spoilers for that RP if you wanna go read up on it, which it will if you wanna get up to speed or just… read a good story. XD I wanna finish it so badly, goddamnit. XD)
“Jake, come on, you’re s’possed to be resting your fist…” Chance grunted over the sounds of furious rabbit punches slamming against a punching bag. “Besides, it’s dinner time. Shad’s waiting, and Chinese is getting cold.”
“I’ll be up in a minute,” Jake bitterly muttered as he took a step back and massaged his bandaged right hand.
“You said that half an hour ago, Jake,” Chance scolded as he entered further into the training room, arms folded and expression tight. “Come on, give it a rest. You’re gonna break your hand at this rate.”
Jake didn’t respond with more than a snort this time. Giving the punching bag a sharp glare, he soon went back to his rapid flurry of punches and kicks. Chance quickly moved behind it and grabbed a hold of the punching bag to stop him, earning a glare from Jake as the tom took a step back.
“Jake, seriously, you need to cool it,” Chance pushed sternly, but he tried to soften his look. “I know you’re still upset - we all are - but you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“I’m fi–”
“Jake, I’m sick as shit of you saying that. You’re not fine, especially when you keep punching shit with your bad hand,” Chance snapped back as he pulled the punching bag back and away from Jake. Jake’s tight death glare didn’t scare him. “Your hand is busted. You need to rest it; Dr. Snow’s orders. Go upstairs and EAT, goddamnit.”
Jake had to stand tall on his toes to let sharp brown eyes pierce through sky blue with hot agitation, but inevitably, Jake conceded, throwing up his hands and moving for the door. Chance pushed the punching bag aside and followed him up. Thankfully, Jake wasn’t down there long enough to need a shower.
Jake stormed up the ladder and the stairs, and into the kitchen. He, and his partner following close behind him, found Shadow had dumped a box of lao main onto the table, shaping the noodles into pictures. She giggled when she looked up, expecting Jake to make a funny look… all she got was a briefest glare that made her shrink back with worry when she saw Jake wasn’t rolling his eyes and Chance wasn’t laughing. Her ears flicked back for a second and she looked to the noodles as Jake moved to grab some napkins.
By time he turned around, though, he found Shadow had regathered some of the noodles and held them out to him with apology and remorse written all over her sad, droopy face.
“…I sorry, Papa…” She mewled sadly as she tried to hand the noodles back to him, even though they were slipping and falling onto the floor and table.
Jake’s angered heart finally twinged with guilt when he realized he’d made his precious baby girl feel bad without deserving it. He deeply sighed as he moved closer, putting the napkinsdown and taking the noodles from her. He tried to smilesoftly to her.
“It’s ok, Shadow,” he assured her as he found the box on the table and slid the noodles back inside. A simple re-fry could make the ones from the table edible again. He put the box down and pat her head, scratching her ears with his left hand to make sure she knew it was okay.
As he started to clean up, Chance settled down in his seat and helped to move their pre-made plates out of the way. Shadow withdrew and nibbled on her noodles again, comforted by Jake’s pats and quietly watching them clean until they finally dumped the dirty noodles, sat down, and started to eat. It was a tense, quiet meal, though. Jake’s tail flicked in agitation as he ate; he glared at the left hand he was forced to eat with, though.
Chance leaned over slightly to help Shadow eat occasionally, but he mostly watched Jake glare at his food and his hands. This went on for four minutes before Chance finally scooted his food aside and folded his arms across the table.
“Jake… I know you’re pissed,” he sighed gently, earning Jake’s attention. “You wanna talk about it? You always tell me talking helps.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Chance,” Jake grunted as his eyes re-averted. “I’m… crippled. There’s noth–”
“Jake, you’re not crippled.” He earned a glare from Jake that time. Shit, was he talking and not listening again? “I… know it might feel that way, but you’re not. So… so you got a bit of a set back.”
“A set back?” Jake demanded incredulously, showing his bandaged hand again. Chance looked away from the deformed appendage and Jake grimaced as he withdrew. “See, you can’t even stand to look at it.”
“Jake, come on, man… Can we not do this in f–”
“Chance, I can barely do ANYTHING for myself anymore!” Chance, and even Shadow, flinched at this sudden increase in volume. Shadow shrunk back. “I can’t carry as much, I can’t fix electronics anymore, eating and writing are awkward and unbearable! I can’t fight, I can’t go on missions–”
“Jake, cool it!” Chance finally ordered, though not nearly at as high volume as Jake’s shout. “It’s been a week, man; you just need time to heal.”
“Heal?! Heal from this?!” Jake showed his hand again, and Chance tilted his head but kept his eyes on the injury this time. Jake had stood up this time and his gaze had savagely narrowed at Chance. “I can’t just heal from this, Chance; 15% of my hand is GONE!”
“I know, buddy…” Chance’s voice was gentle as he stood up to meet Jake on the same level. There was anger there, but all Chance could really see was hurt. “…but even I know this isn’t the way to deal with it.”
“How? HOW am I supposed to deal with this?” Jake hid his hand against his abdomen; his tone blended with hurt and fury. “I’m never going to be able to recover from this… and now you won’t even let me train anymore!”
“JAKE,” Chance continued more sternly this time, gently resting his hands on the table. “It’s been a week, man. You’ll reopen wounds punching stuff like that. You need to rest it.”
“I don’t want to rest it, Chan–”
“Well, that’s too bad, Jake,” Chance interrupted with an annoyed snort as he leaned forward slightly. “You’re hurt, and you went through some bad stuff, and we’re here for you. But you need to stop acting like a goddamn baby about it.”
“I’m acting like a BABY?!” Jake lurched back, offense and anger drenching his tone. “Don’t even START with that! You know perfectly well what I went through! And what happened to you, huh?! All you got was a shot in the leg! But I didn’t get to walk THIS off!” He waved to his hand and his throat. “Nope! I’m permanently handicapped for life!”
“Will you cut the pity-party shit?! Don’t act like I’m being insensitive, Jake! I’ve done nothing but try to help you all week, and you’ve just been this giant piss-ant about it!”
“Oh, well excuse me if I can’t walk off two hours of torture like you can walk off a couple bullet wounds, Chance!”
“’ey,I’m not the one who decided helping Dr. Viper was a GREAT idea!”
“Oh, so now it’s MY fault?!”
“Don’t changethe subject, Jake! We’re not talking about that! We’re talking about how I’ve done nothing but try to help you all week and you just seem to want to hurt yourself even more! Are you trying to punish yourself or something?! Is that it?!”
“What–I-No!”
“Then what is it?! Talk to me, man! I’ll listen if you just talk to me–”
“I don’t want talk about it, so will you just DROP IT?!”
That final rise in volume and slam of hands against the table, forcing a glass and some papers off the table, finally did it. Before Chance even had the chance to rebuttle, a sharp cry cut the both of them off, and they both froze. They looked over to the high chair almost instantly, and found baby Shadow clenching her fists tight against her chest and tucking in her chin as she let out a sharp wail. She hiccuped and gasped for air as she let out a distressed sobs from their yelling,and both of their anger immediately washed away.
Chance’s anger dissolved into concern as he hurried over to free Shadow from her high chair. Jake only took a step back in abject horror, wide eyes welling with tears as he covered his mouth with his good hand and watched Chance help Shadow out and tucked the baby into the crook of his arm. He cradled and quietly consoled her, whispering soft words of comfort to her to help her stop crying.
By the time he turned around to ask Jake to get Shadow’s security blanket, Jake was already back with it. He’d wiped his cheeks and muzzle somewhat dry by then, and he handed it to Chance to let his partner wrap the blanket around their precious baby to calm her down. With enough words of comfort from Chance, Shadow steadily settled down and nestled into his arm. Apparently she saw this as a cue to go to sleep.
Chance looked up to Jake and found his covering his mouth with one hand, and drying his face with the other.
“…I’m so sorry… I-I’m so, so sorry…”
Chance had already exchanged Shadow into his arm arm after his first apology. During the second, he wrapped his strong, gentle arm around Jake’s smaller body and propped his chin atop Jake’s head - he was tall enough for it - and just let Jake disappear into his shirt. Jake brought his bad hand up topet Shadow with silent apology.
((So a few people want me to try voice acting; or are at least down for it. So I figure... why not give it a whirl? Might be fun!
I figured out the technicals, but I’m currently visiting relatives and will rarely have any privacy. So, I MAY not be able to starting to record until the 23rd or 24th.
So until then, I’ll be making a list of scenarios and start writing scripts! I’d love to have a lot of material to work with when I get back, so if anyone has any questions, suggestions, ideas, prompts, etc... don’t hesitate to send ‘em my way! Just make sure they’re SFW. XD
For the time being, I’ll be voicing Shadow, Callie, Dr. Sinian, and MAYBE Felina. Jake and Chance will require a lot more confidence, practice, and editing. XD))
