Meow (Re)Mix

[namesnotprowl]

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...

Comments

[trionicpolarity]

"I was the creator of the link--I keep an optic on everyone." Most of it was cursory, of course, but he never knew when there'd be something important to log in the history book. "Do you enjoy helping people?"

Entering his curved, quiet hallways, Alpha Trion found that he could get used to a talking cat easier than expected. Barricade was not bad to pet, and thus far he hadn't tried to bite. "I'll take you to the cat room, then. You can enjoy the company of other cats until we've gotten this unfortunate incident settled. There will be plenty to eat, and you shouldn't be bothered."

Besides, you'll love the cat ramps.

When you ask the last question, however, he stays quiet while he walks.

It isn't an easy thing for him to discuss, either.

"The simple answer is yes. His tactics are becoming trickier in time--which may mean he's growing desperate."

Or it could mean that he was on to a way to thwart them.

[namesnotprowl]

"So you made that, huh? Never met an inventor of these sorta networks before. I guess I shouldn't be surprised about it, in this case." Not that he would be surprised anyway; he's used to being watched like a hawk, even if it means he comes off as paranoid... which he admittedly is. "As for helping people..." He shrugs, as well as any cat can. "Sometimes I enjoy it. Ain't bad from time to time."

Barricade isn't much of a biter unless he's being attacked... or it's during other activities. Besides, anyone so good at petting him doesn't deserve being bitten, and he's slightly distracted by the architecture. "How am I ever going to pay you back for bein' so nice to me?" Even with the FirstForged, he's not big on owing favors. And having food and a safe place is definitely a favor.

Trickier tactics. Barricade flicks his tail briefly. "Or he's trying to find a way around the Glyphs, in a more roundabout way than before."

Since the monsters and the Pages and their friends hadn't worked. It's what Barricade would do.

[trionicpolarity]

"We did make most of the framework for the Haven's existence. Not everything, of course." Some of it had been set up by the previous Refugees, and there were reasons why some of the piles in the junk yard were already sorted through. "The rest we rely upon the Refugees for. It means even small acts can have far reaching effects."

Acts such as the little things you did for others. Even making hats.

"If you feel the need to pay me back--keep an optic out for literature once you return to your correct form. For now, however..."

He pushed open the door to the cat room...and within lay a veritable paradise. Cat walks extended from floor to ceiling. There were nooks to hide in, and nooks to purchase on, and many dangling strings to bat. The floor was soft, and there were plenty of textured surfaces for clawing...and even a sand pit in the back. You can use your imagination for that part.

"He wants you. All of you. The more of you he takes from us, the stronger he gets, and every piece of chaos sown along the way leaves its mark."

He extends his hand so that you can jump down if you wish.

"I am sorry that you have all fallen into this."

[namesnotprowl]

"Please don't get on that 'even the smallest can move mountains' thing, it's so sappy..." he teases lightly. "Some of us just do what we can. It's less boring than sitting around waiting to go home and more productive than trying to restart our wars." Barricade doesn't do sitting idle very well. He'd tried once and it made him want to scream.

At least here there was work to be done.

"Will do. Might even do some wr- nice." This is awesome; he probably would have gotten a kick out of this when he was a hatchling, too, but right now the whole place appeals to the feline part of him. He doesn't know quite where to start but by the All Spark he'll start somewhere.

Barricade carefully hops out of Trion's hand after a moment, looking up at him.

"I've told him no twice and I'll keep doing so until he understands; he may want me but he doesn't get to have me. And it ain't your fault any of this happened. You're doing what you can."

They all have to muddle through.