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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...

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Food? Please? She can do that. Saber definitely understands being hungry.

"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 The cat hasn't withdrawn, but..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..

He is not nearly articulate enough with the translator to express his confusion over watching he clothing change, but he does blink in surprise. That's some trick there.

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.

The purring makes Saber smile. How long had it been since she heard a cat purr..?

"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.

"Prrt?" He perks up a little when she says his name. Yep, that's definitely his name... and he can not stop purring, about as loud as a small motor. And he moves his head to keep up with the movement of her hand. Happiest cat in the world, even when she has to set him down.

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.

The water is poured and put out in its dish on the bed. Stepping back from the bed so the cat can eat in peace, she shakes her head as her arms crossed.

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.."

Unfortunately the food is easier than the water; it takes him a couple tries to figure out that no, sticking your face in the water does not help. Paws also don't work.

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."

"..You're welcome," Saber responds, her face going soft as she smiles. Kneeling down on one leg, the knight pets the cat. A purring cat, rubbing against her legs. What a nice change from what the norm had become around here.

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.."

Barricade arches up into her hand happily, still purring loudly. He could get used to this kind of treatment. Though, he's going to miss his own body, sooner or later. He can't stay like this forever.

"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.

Sitting down entirely, Saber pulls Barricade into her lap carefully and simply pets the cat. After a moment, she shakes her head.

"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.

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nice way to end the thread, i think? :3