Barricade [Bayverse] (
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re_alignment_logs2013-03-16 11:23 am
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WHO: Barricade and you
WHERE: Solus Prime and Alpha Trion's quadrants, and the Junk Pile
WHEN: Backdated and forward-dated a couple days from now
WHAT: A certain fuzzy feline is getting the lay of the land from a much shorter perspective.
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if necessary
Skids - or the thing that had been Skids - had been chasing him around the Junk Pile until something happened that Barricade just couldn't sort out. Not for a while, anyway, until he was able to get a look at himself. Not human, so...
Wait. Fur? Oh scrap.
[The Junk Pile]
First things first is finding some kind of food, and that means sticking around the Junk Pile for a while. So a little black and white cat might be visible, hopping and skittering gingerly along debris, occasionally tripping and yowling in protest. These legs don't work like any he's used to and there's too many of them and he can't get his tail to hold still to counterbalance. Why are there so many limbs.
[Solus's Quadrant]
Eventually he manages to dig out food that isn't in a can and figures out how to eat it. He even tumbles his way ungracefully out of the Junk Pile in his own FirstForged's quadrant. Good enough for him! He trots along through the area, carefully avoiding the hotter spots until he finds the crystal forest on the border. And then... for no reason he can sort out, up one of the trees he goes. Without any idea of how to get out of it.
[Alpha Trion's Quadrant]
One way or another, he extracts himself and continues on, finally having gotten the hang of his limbs and his ears. At least his senses aren't quite so diminished as when Barricade has been human; there was something comfortable about that. Still, even he gets thirsty, and the easiest place to find water is the lake. Once he gets across the quadrants to the lake, he crouches down and dabs a paw into the water cautiously, jerking it out and shaking it with a meow. Okay, that's not so awesome. Maybe there's some easier way to do it...
WHERE: Solus Prime and Alpha Trion's quadrants, and the Junk Pile
WHEN: Backdated and forward-dated a couple days from now
WHAT: A certain fuzzy feline is getting the lay of the land from a much shorter perspective.
WARNINGS: n/a, will update if necessary
Skids - or the thing that had been Skids - had been chasing him around the Junk Pile until something happened that Barricade just couldn't sort out. Not for a while, anyway, until he was able to get a look at himself. Not human, so...
Wait. Fur? Oh scrap.
[The Junk Pile]
First things first is finding some kind of food, and that means sticking around the Junk Pile for a while. So a little black and white cat might be visible, hopping and skittering gingerly along debris, occasionally tripping and yowling in protest. These legs don't work like any he's used to and there's too many of them and he can't get his tail to hold still to counterbalance. Why are there so many limbs.
[Solus's Quadrant]
Eventually he manages to dig out food that isn't in a can and figures out how to eat it. He even tumbles his way ungracefully out of the Junk Pile in his own FirstForged's quadrant. Good enough for him! He trots along through the area, carefully avoiding the hotter spots until he finds the crystal forest on the border. And then... for no reason he can sort out, up one of the trees he goes. Without any idea of how to get out of it.
[Alpha Trion's Quadrant]
One way or another, he extracts himself and continues on, finally having gotten the hang of his limbs and his ears. At least his senses aren't quite so diminished as when Barricade has been human; there was something comfortable about that. Still, even he gets thirsty, and the easiest place to find water is the lake. Once he gets across the quadrants to the lake, he crouches down and dabs a paw into the water cautiously, jerking it out and shaking it with a meow. Okay, that's not so awesome. Maybe there's some easier way to do it...

( junk pile; action )
The knight pauses and stands as she hears an odd sound. Was that.. a cat? As an animal lover, Saber is even more fond of felines (as they usually are with her). Looking around, Saber begins to wander from the junk pile to see if she can find where the sound is coming from.
Seeing something like a.. normal house cat would be somewhat comforting.
( junk pile; action )
If nothing else, he continues meowing, practically arguing with his own limbs to try to get them to work the way he wants.
Halp, he is lost on the Junk Pile and can't get where he wants to go.
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She has to assume it may be someone else and remain polite. After all, she wants to do nothing more than pet and love the cat. How can she resist?
"Are you harmed?" she asks, loud enough to be heard. Saber's tone is much more gentle than she usually would use, and she doesn't even realize it. Hopefully, the cat doesn't take offense to her slightly "babying" tone. The cat looks fine, but those are some quite.. displeasing sounds being emitted.
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But this one looks kind of familiar. He'd seen her on the link, when everyone was getting ready for the party. She'd suggested the cane for him. After a few moments of trying to figure out his ears, he manages to perk them forward, and meows again. Freaked out, sure, but he's unhurt.
He even has a slim leather collar around his neck with his name printed on it, if Saber gets close enough.
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There was no vocal response, and nothing to tell her he was nothing more than a regular cat, so Saber remains in the babying and soothing tone. Saber knows animals, and particularly felines; after raising a lion cub, this little cat doesn't appear as much of a challenge.
She remains mostly neutral in stance, and definitely doesn't move in a way that's startling or aggressive.
"Are you stuck? I can help you out of the pile," Saber adds on, her tone still soft and comforting.
She put her hands forward - barely - as she looks down at the cat. The knight is attempting to see if the cat is so uneasy that he darts off if she even nears slightly..
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She doesn't seem like she wants to hurt him, at least, and that means something. It means he doesn't have to coordinate himself to try to run.
Barricade just looks up at her and meows... and the translator finally catches it. "Please." Oh gosh yet get him out of here. But first... "Food?" He knows he's going to need to eat at some point... and he can't use can openers.
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"I am going to take you to the Hub, as there's food there," she started, putting her hands out further in a slow motion. Now that Saber's close enough, she can both see the collar and realizes that a link device was translating. The cat hasn't withdrawn, but.. "I remember there being canned tuna."
The armor disappears of her dress as her hands near. The knight imagines that it'd be better to hold the cat against herself and in bare hands rather than try to comfort him with metal.
Picking up the cat carefully, she holds him properly so that he is sitting upright in her arms. Moving one hand to the top of his head, she begins to placate him in the way she knows works best with felines.
Gentle, gentle, scratches behind the ears just in that spot. She is holding onto him somewhat tightly with one arm, but not tight enough to restrain. Hopefully this calms him down and he'll go with her willingly. The knight doesn't want to have to scruff him..
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Tuna? Tuna sounds like an excellent idea. Fantastic. "Good." This is the best thing. All he has to do is look sad and say 'please' and he gets things out of it. Though getting picked up is not what he expects. He is halfway into a confused meow when... oh. Oh. That feels kind of nice. He half-closes his eyes, whiskers twitching, and starts purring.
Yeah, Barricade is totally fine with being carried now. He is luckily a very easy cat to please.
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"Let's see," the knight says, looking down at the collar. Moving it with her pinky finger while she strokes behind his ears, she reads the name. "Barricade."
..Barricade. It takes her a moment. ... The gentleman who she recommended to use a walking cane to for the dance..? Yes, that was it, she was certain.
The scritching movement goes from behind the ears to the sides of the face and chin and then alternates as she walks to the Hub. Luckily, it's not too far. With him being so content, Saber is able to quickly go about fetching a few cans and a can opener and then retreating to her room.
Welcome to Saber's room, Barricade. It has a nice bed and some furniture she managed to find, but it's very plain and there's next to nothing in it. Setting Barricade down on the bed, Saber begins to fight with a dented can until she opens it.
The tuna is placed down on the bed as she works on pouring some water into a dish for him, too.
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Which just means he ends up investigating the bed while she wrestles with the can. Sure he's slept on beds before, but it's different this time. This time he can help but (poorly) pounce it a bit before he distracted with food.
Barricade cautiously approaches the can, sniffing it a few times and twitching his whiskers and ears again. Smells like food. Smells better than he's used to, too. Eventually he dives in face-first. Om nom nom.
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A cat. An odd thing to be turned into, but perhaps not one of the worst. She was sure others were more dissatisfied with their current bodies than Barricade was.
Suddenly, Saber felt a bit disappointed. First, she had missed her chance to tame a dragon since it was actually Rose. Now she'd be unable to keep this cat as it was Barricade.
..Maybe she'd get a pet someday. She had never had one her entire life, but had always enjoyed animals.
"You likely don't wish to stay, but if you make noise at my door and I am here, you are welcome any time. We at least have food for you here.."
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Maybe he should have spent more of his Internet time back home researching cats, instead of slogging through war documents. Oh well. At least he could think of worse bodies to be in.
Barricade looks up at her when she starts talking. He's not one to be stuck places, no, but he's glad for the offer. He meows once and then makes his way to the edge of the bed. He successfully trips his way off of it - least graceful feline ever. But it's all for a purpose; he carefully walks over and rubs on her legs, purring.
"Thanks."
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Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to keep him.
"You should be careful; I think you're aware of how small you are compared to what you used to be.."
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"Very small." Though really, in his own dimension he was small anyway. He knows how to make up for his height... he just has to re-learn it for a different body.
One that's less naturally intimidating.
"I'll be careful." When he can be, anyway. He can't exactly make a promise that he'll be safe the whole time.
nice way to end the thread, i think? :3
"You will have to forgive me. Give me a few moments. ..Such simple comforts are a treasure, I think."
Getting sentimental, Saber? It seems so. She does have things to do, but a few more moments with Barricade would be quite pleasant.
He gets scratched in all of those nice places; behind the ears, under the chin, gently on the sides of the face, the top of the head..
Saber knows felines.