Jay had just ripped her phone back out of the Double Headed Dogs that had just attacked her (post coming later) when five more show up. Dealing with three when one only has a halberd to fight with was fucked all on its own. Deciding to run, she shoots the fog chat a message, directing it at Death.
🌸Plush🌸 (JS/MI)Today at 9:38 PM
[ --JS Has Been Connected-- ]
JS: death im running
JS: getting chased cant text
JS: <surroundingspic.png>
JS: comin in hot and fast these dog fucks are tough
She tries to respond to the others the best she can as she runs, the dogs hot on her tail. Literally. She has to tuck that sucker in before a dog bites it. Putting her phone away she sees a shape form quickly in the fog and she readies her halberd to attack, no way is something stopping her now.
As she swings full force Death’s face shows prominently through the fog and as their eyes meet hers widen in surprise and she lets go of her halberd it disappearing back into her inventory... and she collides with the reaper full force, arms wrapping around his waist so she can tuck and roll without hurting him. She does hurt herself in the process, you really shouldn’t roll on concrete. As they are close to the ground, her head skids on the pavement, ripping her stitches open and dashing blood everywhere. They go down as a dog attacks, it leaping over them and whipping around to face them as Jay rolls back up onto her feet, holding Death bridle style.
Jay looks around panting, they’re surrounded. She curses under her breath, eyes narrowed as blood drippings thickly down her face. Anger, fear, the sense of being lost... Everything crashes into her in an instant and she growls, loud and intimidating and suddenly everything is bright, hot, and green. Green flames lick across Jay’s skin as she snarls down at these dogs, the fire swirling down to the ground below her and circling out a little ways. It’s been a while since she had used these.
“Didn’t mean to bring these hellhounds straight to you.” She glances down at Death through the flames, “Couldn’t really send a warning after one ate my phone.”
Sam’s car idles through the city--no one is quite sure if they’re hearing a muffler rumble or if there’s actual circus music playing as it passes by. (It’s both. Everyone must Suffer.) He’s toking on his cigar at a stop sign, idly texting to Elliot.
:o) : Brother I’s gon be there in a short minute, aight?
The horn behind him makes him honk loudly in return. :o/
In which Death is a Cat, 04 has hold of him, and 08 comes home Very Drunk.
@fouramour @undertakinggraveshift
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 4:56 AM
> Scoop up the kitty to go show the others and ask around.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 4:56 AM
Oop, there he goes. Death wiggles a little, but eventually settles in if he's held proper. Prrr.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 4:57 AM
> Return from the Night Out.
You're more than a little drunk, and you're carrying your heels as you appear in the halls, staggering your way... hell if you know where.
Oh. There's a Clover.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 4:58 AM
Oh. There's a Snowman.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 4:58 AM
He is. You live with Nepeta, you would die if you didn't know how to hold cats by now.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 4:58 AM
Walk the other way, Clover. Walk the other way.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 4:58 AM
"Snowy?"
Percy (06/💀)Today at 4:59 AM
Death shoves his head under Clover's arm. Wedges his face right under there. No, no, can't see you, no. I'm vanished.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 4:59 AM
"Hi kitty-kitty, whatcha doin' there."
Smile down at the cat, blissfully unaware.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 4:59 AM
"Oh. Hello, Clelix." Shit. No, that's wrong. You should have stopped five shots of gin ago. You rub your face and you look at him proper.
"How are-- cat."
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:00 AM
"That's a new one."
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:00 AM
Points. "So is that."
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:00 AM
"I found it."
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:00 AM
Mrrrrrrrrr.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:00 AM
Pet the cat placatingly.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:01 AM
You half strut, half stumble your way closer, until you kneel down in front of him. You look, in a word? Awestruck. Like a little girl presented with a new kitty cat. "Ohh no... May I...?”
You're already petting him.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:02 AM
It's moments like this which make you comfortable with Snowman. She's no mom, no human, but she is your friend at times.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:03 AM
Gently, gently, pet the kitty. "Oh no, so soft..."
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:03 AM
Oh jeez, he's being pet. By her. What if she found out? Where mobsters above throwing cats into a bag, into a river? Claws lightly dig into Clover's arm. But frick if that don't feel good.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:03 AM
"Ow-ow, hell, I think you're aggravatin' it."
"You gotta- you gotta let them sniff you first and all, remember?"
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:05 AM
"Hmm~?" A blink. "Oh. Oh!"
Yes, of course. Don't be daft, Snow. You lean yourself over until you're sat side-saddle on the floor, peering around Clover for the kitty's hidden face, offering your hand to sniff.
"<Sssh, little one. It's alright, sweet one, hello...!>" In Dersite.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:06 AM
Yeah you're just......gonna...sit right down on the floor yourself, you guess. It's proper with a Queen or something. You try to gently detach kitty from your arm.
Your narrator doesn't know if you'd know that language.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:08 AM
Your narrator supposes you might have picked up a bit, but it's a very, very hard language for humans to imitate, by virtue of anatomy. Like the aarakocra with the bird mimicry, thhat shit.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:09 AM
"I wonder if <bad imitation of what she just said> is closer to cat language than English."
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:09 AM
Death's face is a little stretched from being pressed under Clover's arm, right up until he's adjusted thanks to Clover. He gives a head shake, ears flicking before staring warily at Snowman. ....She doesn't know. Well, of course she wouldn't know, you're just a regular black and white cat. Sure the scarred lips are still there, but they're not really easy to see unless you're focusing. The wide pupil stare keeps up for a long time as Death weighs in mentally on the situation... before lightly leaning in to sniff as a cat may do. That's quite the perfume you have there- and alcohol.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:13 AM
Oh no. Tickly whisker sniffs. You giggle, and then Clover's imitation has you laughing proper. "Ha! Your enunciation is... terrible. But you know, phonetically, they are probably similar. Cats, and Dersite.”
As gracefully as one can manage, you lay yourself out on the floor, curled partially around Clover so you may peer at that tiny face stuck out from under his arm. So cute. You keep your hand steady, despite the gin, so that he can sniff at his leisure. "<Pretty kitty. Little mixed carapace baby. A proper Oreo.>" Oreo is said in English, and therefore is Quite strange amidst the chirps and chitters.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:15 AM
You giggle, and you almost wish you had your camera with you- but no, no, Snowman would beyond kill you. If she remembered. You tilt your head and grin at her. "What are you sayin'?"
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:17 AM
There is no part of that in which Death understands. Well. Save for the oreo part, but without context clues, he's a little confused. ...Is that his name now? Is he being named? If this what's going on? Death settles, claws no longer pricking skin.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:20 AM
You lean your head against the crook of your arm and you smile lazily up at Clover. "Called him an Oreo. And a little baby." You tap your chest lightly, as though that's supposed to indicate the entire concept of carapacian infants of mixed shell ancestry. "Baby."
Your eyes and smile focus back on the cat. "Baby. Oreo. May I pet you now?" You crook your finger and offer it slow to his nose, looking for permission to touch.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:22 AM
"Oreo, you think. I like it. Can we keep him?" You've started purring yourself, actually. You couldn't stop smiling if you tried.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:25 AM
If Death could arch a brow, it'd be arched. If it was anyone but Snowman... or Doc... Elliott would have found this cute, now he just found it... hmm... he couldn't really put a finger on how he felt. Or rather, paw. Note to self, Snow enjoyed cats and was softer when drunk.
He sighed, mentally, and leaned his head in to bump it lightly against her finger.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:27 AM
You trill quietly, absolutely pleased. You very lightly rub your finger along the bridge of his nose, and then over his fuzzy little cheeks. You don't even realize you're purring, or how loudly you are, only that you adore this animal.
"Yes... I've always wanted a cat. Sweet Oreo boy. We've got to give you cream, little wanderer..."
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:32 AM
"I think we've got enough in the fridge, maybe a dish somewhere. Do cats care if other cats have eaten out of a dish?" Your voice has gotten softer, gentler- you don't want to disturb the moment much.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:37 AM
Oh. Hm. Being pet and fed... well, he supposed this was a form of pampering- terrifying, but he could make do. Death couldn't give props for the name, but he'll accept it. Not that he had a choice. Softly, Death began to purr.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:40 AM
Ohh, your heart just blooms. You continue to pet his little cheeks, before you slip you slip your hands beneath Clover's arms to try and Scoop.
"We've got little saucers, I'm sure..."
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:40 AM
...Scoop the cat or scoop the entire you.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:40 AM
Double scoop.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:40 AM
Because you're cool with the latter.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:41 AM
You're an ice cream Harry
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:41 AM
Scoop The Kitty, Unfortunately. You're still laying on the floor and you just, you want that cat.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:41 AM
Noooo your cat.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:44 AM
Death feels this is definitely one of the weirder situations in his life. Prrrp is the noise he gives you this.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:45 AM
You've got the kitty! You pull him to cuddle to your chest, tucked there in the crook of your arm laid out along the floor. A small kiss to the top of his head while you languidly pet him. "Sweet boy. Where did you come from..."
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:47 AM
If you don't have cat you're gonna lay on Snowman herself instead to make up for the loss of soft. Listen. Everything's just and right when alcohol is involved. and her tum is Appreciated.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 5:48 AM
(You wince. Ow. Your gut hole. But then you're right back to kitty cuddle town.)
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 5:49 AM
Pause, blink for a minute, and put your hand over the Gut Hole to see if you canope, no, you have gone through like 48 glamours in one night, try healing later. Time for chill.
Percy (06/💀)Today at 5:55 AM
Sniff. Sniff Sniff- oof is that what blood smells like? Still too tangy for Death. Wait. There was a finger missing too. My, this was Pembrokes doing? With how gentle his moirail is, Death so easily forgets what that manis capable of.
His nose continues twitching a moment longer before looking up to Snow. How is he supposed to answer that? Or, no of course no one expected him to answer that cats don't talk. He made a soft mrrrp noise because he knows it's cute and that's about all he can do in this situation Death supposes, be a cute cat.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 6:00 AM
That's all you need, really. After the shit fucking handful of days you and yours have had, sometimes all you need is a good, soft cuddle puddle, complete with cute kitty. You would never cough to it sober, and you most certainly aren't going to remember most of this when you wake up.
But until such a time that you might abscond to your bedroom, effecting stealing the cat for the night, you content yourself to lay on the floor, ignore your aches, and chill with Clover and Oreo.
pixel~! (04/Dualscar)Today at 6:04 AM
You eventually wander off to get milk for Oreo and do not come back, stolen back to the hotel by your puppy.
Carro (DD/08/WQ)Today at 6:05 AM
You wonder where he's wandered off to after a while, before you go forth to get the milk your own self, bringing it, a small tin of tuna, and Oreo to your bedroom for the night. Door shut so none of the numbers or the Dog can get any funny ideas.
Plush (Jadesprite[Jay])Today at 6:06 AM
a distant woof is heard around the world
Percy (06/💀)Today at 6:08 AM
The horrifying implications of what tomorrow might bring doesn't come to mind. Death is delighted he isn't made to eat cat foot and scarfs the simple delights down before calling it a night. A tired ball of black and white comfortably curled up on what might be the most wonderful bed he's been blessed to sleep on. He idly hopes Pembroke isn't too worried tonight over his disappearance before snoozing.
