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re_alignment_logs2013-02-12 06:40 pm
silverkitty) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-02-12 06:40 pm
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WHO; Shira and whoever wants to play "chase the kitty"!
WHERE; Between Vector's quadrant and the Junkpile.
WHEN; Before Megatronus goes to fight the Big Bad.
WHAT; Shira is totally not panicking. Well, maybe she is, but just a little!
WARNINGS; nope. Well except if she feels the need to use her teeth. No interruption by Centipedes is expected.
Shira thought she was in Hell. Or somewhere similar. Whatever. When she had woken up, one hour earlier, all she had seen was that huge... thing, made of that slick and cold material and the feline had just bolted. It was moving, so maybe alive and it could totally eat her if it wanted, and Shira certainly wasn't going to stick around to see what it would do. She ran through the corridors without stopping even once, easily climbing a few walls. The saber toothed cat hadn't noticed it, no doubt, but the strange thing around her neck, the "Link", had turned on after hitting the floor and was now displaying her escape to all those who were bored and looking for new frequencies: though they had better have a strong stomach, because it was a hell of a ride, the cat easily jumping around.
Soon enough Shira escaped the strange building and entered a strange plain, littered here and there by even stranger objects. Only then did she stop, looking above her shoulder to see if the strange thing had followed her.
It hadn't.
The feline sighed, relieved before looking around. Everything was made of that hard material, and the scents were all wrong. She hardly recognized any. Where was she? Where was her herd?
"Diego!" Shira called, but her mate didn't answer. She couldn't find his scent in the wind, or whatever passed for the wind here. Even Manny's scent was nowhere to be found, and you could usually smell him from a mile away! And let's not talk about Sid's!
She was alone. There was not other conclusion. Shira was alone in Hell, without the herd, the family, she had just found. The cat barely managed to contain a roar of anguish and began to pace. What should she do?
WHERE; Between Vector's quadrant and the Junkpile.
WHEN; Before Megatronus goes to fight the Big Bad.
WHAT; Shira is totally not panicking. Well, maybe she is, but just a little!
WARNINGS; nope. Well except if she feels the need to use her teeth. No interruption by Centipedes is expected.
Shira thought she was in Hell. Or somewhere similar. Whatever. When she had woken up, one hour earlier, all she had seen was that huge... thing, made of that slick and cold material and the feline had just bolted. It was moving, so maybe alive and it could totally eat her if it wanted, and Shira certainly wasn't going to stick around to see what it would do. She ran through the corridors without stopping even once, easily climbing a few walls. The saber toothed cat hadn't noticed it, no doubt, but the strange thing around her neck, the "Link", had turned on after hitting the floor and was now displaying her escape to all those who were bored and looking for new frequencies: though they had better have a strong stomach, because it was a hell of a ride, the cat easily jumping around.
Soon enough Shira escaped the strange building and entered a strange plain, littered here and there by even stranger objects. Only then did she stop, looking above her shoulder to see if the strange thing had followed her.
It hadn't.
The feline sighed, relieved before looking around. Everything was made of that hard material, and the scents were all wrong. She hardly recognized any. Where was she? Where was her herd?
"Diego!" Shira called, but her mate didn't answer. She couldn't find his scent in the wind, or whatever passed for the wind here. Even Manny's scent was nowhere to be found, and you could usually smell him from a mile away! And let's not talk about Sid's!
She was alone. There was not other conclusion. Shira was alone in Hell, without the herd, the family, she had just found. The cat barely managed to contain a roar of anguish and began to pace. What should she do?
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"I may come from a time before your own, but I am not the one with graying fur. Are your joints locking, grandpa? Do you still know how to aim?"
The feline may not have weapon like the racoon's, but she was used to fight with smaller, crazier creatures. One of his crew mates has been a demented rabbit, fast like lightning, and she had to handle him. Compared to Squint, Rocket was slow, and almost sane.
Shira lunged, as if she was going to actually attack him, before simply jumping back. He was small enough for only one sweep of her claws to hurt him really bad: all she needed was a good occasion. He was armed, and dangerous, and she couldn't just pounce on him and bite: she was intelligent enough to recognize at least that. She needed patience, and a good opportunity. The feline kept up her feinting, careful to not be too predicable. Once the rodent lowered his guard, she would strike!
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Not at all put off by her lunges, Rocket took another quick shot and this time clipped her ear.
"Keep on acting like you're something farkin' special, grandma, and I'll put it between your eyes next time! Call it a warning," he snarled, keeping the pistol leveled at her head, following her as she continued to move. He wasn't a quick shot and a military strategist for nothing, ears flicking as he tracked her movements, already five steps ahead of her in thought process.
She wasn't about to get the best of him.