36 - Blaze of the Rose Tree

[worldofourown]

....Again?

[ Yes. That's all he has to say at this point. ]

[ OOC: All the trolling, all the crack! GIMME! x3 ]

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[worldofourown]

[ What. ]

[ The. ]

[ Fuck? ]

[ He swivels furiously to try and unbalance the cat, before pressing his spine back against a wall. ]

[bamfingcats]

[And it's back on his head again, mewing for momma.]

[worldofourown]

[ Oh God, what kind of sick karma is this?! ]

Get

Off

Me!

[bamfingcats]

[Have more karma. There's now a full grown black cat on Karl's shoulders, digging her claws into them so she can rescue her baby.]

[worldofourown]

[ He lets off a terribly high-pitched and aggravated scream, swatting wildly at the cats climbing all over him. ]

[ !!!GetoffGetoffGetoffGetoff!!! ]

[reincarnshaman]

[And now have a rescue Karl. A red haired man... with a couple of kittens on him... comes running over.

He skitters to a stop and the momma cat vanishes, with kitten, to appear on him.]

I'm sorry... are you all right?

[worldofourown]

[ Fuming, he straightens his wrinkled suit in sharp little jerks. ]

Do I look all right to you?

[reincarnshaman]

Well, you haven't gotten anything eaten and there nae be any scratches...

[Trever has an odd definition of all right? He's also got a strong Cork accent.]

[worldofourown]

[ He shoots the stranger a bristling glare, ]

Are these your cats?

[reincarnshaman]

[The bristling glare goes right past him.]

For a given value of mine, aye.

[They're cats man. Cat's aren't owned by people, they own people.]

[worldofourown]

[ He sucks in a breath, rubbing his temples as if to reign his temper in, ]

Frankly, I'm not interested in given values. Either they are, or aren't. If they are, try to control them better.

[reincarnshaman]

I would love to. Believe me that be one thing that I would love to be able to do, but they be kittens and they be teleporters. I be chasing them around the city all day. It nae be helpful that I dinnae know my way around here.

[worldofourown]

[ Karl squeezes his eyes shut. Rubs his forehead harder as if he's spawning a migraine, ]

I see your dilemma. You should get yourself a City guide.

[reincarnshaman]

[Dude, Karl, imagine how Trever and his co-workers feel. They have to live with this on a daily basis.]

That be like a tourbook? I nae had the time to - [he pauses and snaps something in Gaelic at one of the kittens who is wandering off. It looks at him guiltily and then slinks back to his shoe.] figure out where I be.

[worldofourown]

[ Karl would sympathize, Trev. If, y'know. He was any good at the whole Sympathy thing. ]

It's a digital guide. Downloaded onto the Network device. [ He regards the creeping kitten balefully, ] As to where you are: It's a place called the City.

[reincarnshaman]

[Yes. Well... he's gotten a wee taste of it.]

Ah. Would that be the phone like thing that Mayhem ate?

[Momma cat picks up the wandering off kitten and starts grooming him industriously.]

[worldofourown]

[ The cat's name is Mayhem? The cat ate the Network Device? ]

[ Hnnnngh. Nevermind. ]

I imagine it would. But those things always have a way of coming back.

[reincarnshaman]

[The grey one, who is getting fed a nail by Trever, is Mayhem. The one who attacked Karl is Mischief.

He gives the grey kitten a worried look.]

Hopefully it be a new one and not the one he ate.

[worldofourown]

[ Fitting names, those :| ]

That -- [ ahem ] that might be for the best, yes.

[reincarnshaman]

[Mayhem, Mischief, Brat, Trouble ... Squirt and Fluffy. All appropriate names as they were Named.

Mayhem looks content with his nail snack.

Trever continues to look apologetic.]

Hopefully because otherwise I don't think it'd do me much good.

Did Mischief cause any damage to your shirt? I can pay for it if he did.

[worldofourown]

[ He shakes his head, more weary than irritable. At this point, he just wants to get off the streets, ]

That's fine. I can always get another one. [ It's not the worst damage that's been done to his clothes. Between his shapeshifting tendencies and his penchant for gore, he goes through a new wardrobe every week. ]

[reincarnshaman]

All right. I'm sorry, again. Thank you for your help. I be quicker with grabbing the device if/when it reappears.

[worldofourown]

It's ... [ He starts to say It's no trouble, but those cats were nothing but trouble. Instead he just waves a hand in the nonverbal equivalent of Don't worry about it. ]