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Post by Jetty Gemini on Feb 8, 2020 23:23:43 GMT -4
Reports of a "little spaceman" in the shopping district might mean something back in the old days, but in the current generation, "winged angel," "red ogre", "living robot", and "talking cat" could all be their own headlines on any given day. A spaceman was harmless enough that nobody gave it much thought... that is, unless they spotted a luminescent, white, helmeted figure pressing their large, mitted hands upon the window of a family diner.
The Cherry Pie Diner had high windows near the ceiling of the kitchen, so high up that Jetty Gemini had to stand on a precarious pile of shipping palets in the alley just to see through. Tipping back and forth precariously, she kept her stare locked on the inside of the kitchen, unconcerned about her own peril. "Mmmmumumu..." she murmured to herself, locking eyes with the item best fitting the profile she needed for her bizarre rocket ship project. Most people wouldn't expect an ordinary kitchen to contain anything that could be used in cutting edge rocket science, but then, most people made no attempt to understand such science... and even when they did, they lacked Jetty's creativity in engineering.
Her engineering of the palet tower turned out to be a bit faulty, however; it gave out beneath her suddenly, leaving her hanging onto the windowsill and kicking her stubby legs. "Bukooong! Not good, not good!" she wailed, looking at the alleyway a few Jetty's height below her. Her strength wasn't enough to hold to the windowsill either. Her fingers would slip in a few short moments...
The door out to the alley opened up slowly and the head of the diner's owner, a middle aged man with sweat on his face, peeked out. He would have heard the noise of Jetty's yelling, of course. However, when he looked both ways, he discovered the alleyway was empty. Scratching his head, he disappeared back inside the doorway and shut it back behind himself.
Suspended in the air, near the rooftop, Jetty lay flat upon her flying saucer, which she had summoned in order to stop her fall and lift her out of sight. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, she lifted back up onto her butt and crossed her legs beneath herself. This was her thinking pose. "Mumu... there has to be a way to get it," her muffled voice came from inside the astronaut helmet of the masked vigilante, Orbiter.
Of course, Jetty thought she was alone, up high in the alleyway. Ordinary people didn't hang around on rooftops near eateries. Ordinary cats, however...
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Post by Kuro on Mar 8, 2020 20:35:50 GMT -4
And what an odd pair they are~ WITH NIMUE AT WORK, the cat was left to his own devices—staying at home at the apartment was not an option, and Nimue knew this. All of her attempts to contain the small, feline boy were flouted. So, after a month of trying, she finally gave-up and installed a cat-door. She similarly gave-up on barring him from visiting U.A. Not allowing it only made campus that much more tantalizing. So instead, she embraced it—the deal was that if Kuro went to school, he had to wear a little vest, lovingly designed by the school’s Support Studies department. It was tactical in design, all yellow except for the black Kanji that read “School Cat – Kuro” on the back.
Kuro hated the vest. He couldn’t turn invisible, with the vest. But Nimue insisted that it was the only way to ensure he didn’t get scooped-up and taken away to the pound.
So Kuro didn’t go to school as much anymore. Or, if he did, he tried to sneak. Even if the students loved him and gave him pets and chicken.
Today he was wandering the city. He was wandering the rooftops, watching people and things. Right now he was watching an unusual person, very small, trying to climb through a window, it seemed. Humans were useless like that. Couldn’t climb even when they tried. Maybe if they used better climby-stacks.
The human nearly fell, but was then rescued by a… very strange floaty thing. Kuro didn’t know what it was called. But it was strange.
“Weird!” that cat yowled, deciding to advise the unfortunate human of their judgement call. Assuming they’d look his way, he’d sit up straight, regarding the helmet-clad person with piercing green eyes.
“Your form is weird!” Kuro reprimanded the floating human, unfazed by their show of quirk-talent, “You sat still too long! That’s why you fell! Or floated.”
He licked his paw, clearly disdainful.
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Post by Jetty Gemini on Mar 30, 2020 22:41:43 GMT -4
As she sat and contemplated, Jetty was hardly looking for a cat. Even if she'd seen one, she probably wouldn't have bothered staring at it, even if it was dressed in a funny vest. Ordinarily little girls loved cute cats, but unless the cat started speaking to her in human voice like some alien ambassador, it wasn't getting her attention right now.
But then it did!
"Buwawaaa! Whaaat?!" the surprised Orbiter exclaimed, nearly falling backwards and sliding back off the rounded surface of her quirk-generated, unidentified-flying-object-like-object.
Below her, the man opened the door again to investigate, then scratched his bald head irritably, beginning to wonder if he was just going crazy. He slammed the door shut again behind himself as he reentered the kitchen.
The cat was indeed talking to her, but it didn't show the kind of geniality and candor she expected from an alien ambassador. The girl puffed up her big cheeks behind her helmet, feeling no shame in arguing with a cat. "Yeah, well, well, you look kinda goofy in that sweater too, Kitty!" she complained... before shaking her head and reconsidering. "Wait! Don't run off! Forget I said that! You're a talking cat!!" Jetty exclaimed, leaning forward from seating position to crawl on all fours towards the cat on the ledge.
Kuro surely knew that he was a talking cat already. Jetty needed to tell him something he didn't know.
She rubbed the underside of her rounded helmet for a moment, then raised one finger. "Hey, you know what? I don't think either of us are aliens, despite appearances, but I think we met for a good reason all the same!" she explained, leaning as close as she could manage without falling off the lip of her saucer. "You seem to know a lot about being nimble and small! I'm actually looking for somebody just like you to help with a very important acquisition!"
She spoke quickly, afraid that the cat might bolt at any moment. "There is a very important item inside that I must acquire, but which I am unable to purchase for... reasons, such as the owner's desire not to impart it unto me! However, I have an item of equal value in this sack here... That's right! It's the microwave from my dad's house!" she announced, pointing down at a sack she'd left in the alleyway. "My goal is to replace his old turkey cooker with that microwave. Even trade! Then I can use that turkey cooker in my rocket ship," she announced proudly, nodding her round-helmeted head.
"And for your reward, you will get... a cooked turkey! You can probably smell it coming from that kitchen in there!" she encouraged the cat, hoping to appeal to its stomach rather than its perhaps lacking interest in human advancements in engineering and rocket science. "What do you think? Victimless crime!" she asked again, starting to lean even further towards the cat before drawing herself back, noticing that the saucer had begun to tip in one direction. She wasn't exactly a light load, being rather heavy for her age...
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Post by Kuro on Apr 15, 2020 12:40:45 GMT -4
And what an odd pair they are~ THE GIRL, UNSURPRISINGLY, SHOUTED IN ALARM at the cat’s harsh criticism. When the door below banged open, Kuro recoiled slightly, his ears going flat. The man from inside did not stay outside long, though—and after being unable to find the cat and the girl, he went back in. Kuro slowly raised from his crouched position, his ears flicking forward inquiringly.
The girl rebuked him, telling Kuro he looked silly in his sweater. Sweater? The cat looked at himself. He wasn’t… he wasn’t wearing a sweater! Or rather, anything at all, besides the black fur he’d been born in. His fur was beautiful, first of all—how dare that awful human say otherwise! The nerve! And Kuro had been trying to help!
The cat turned away from the ledge, clearly offended by her remark, and he began to pad across the roof. She realized the error of her ways, calling to Kuro for his forgiveness—Kuro glanced back, his tail swishing slightly, but just at the tip. He could be cajoled into helping, even if the child had poor taste in fur coats.
“Why would I help you~?” the cat said slyly, turning to face the girl again. He wasn’t running away, now, but padding closer. That meant, at the very least, that he was intrigued. The girl continued to make her case—she wanted something, but couldn’t buy it. Humans and their money, the cat scoffed internally. Why buy things when you could sneakily take them?
The girl proposed trading her microwave for the turkey-cooker, whatever that was—why trade, when you could have both things?—and in exchange for Kuro’s assistance, he would get… a turkey! An entire turkey! This girl drove a hard bargain.
The cat sat near the girl again, peering down at the window that the girl had nearly fallen through. He couldn’t see a turkey, nor could he discern what a turkey cooker was.
“I can’t carry an entire turkey,” the cat said, clearly considering his role in this endeavor—the girl is right in trying to appeal to his stomach, but Kuro’s stomach made it hard to see the bigger picture, and where he fit into it.
“I can tell you how to sneak,” Kuro agreed, “But I don’t think I can carry anything. Come on.”
Kuro leapt onto the fire-escape, with feather-light steps, and began to follow the stairs down, down, down in their endless spiral. When he reached the bottom, he leapt to the ground, landing gracefully amidst the uneven pavement.
Sharp, green eyes regarded the open window.
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Post by Jetty Gemini on Jun 1, 2020 20:01:03 GMT -4
"Muuuu, don't worry your pretty kitty head, Kitty! I am more than adequate when it comes to carrying things! In fact, carrying things is my thing... kinda! You only need to make an eeeensy weeensy little distraction, then, bwomp bwomp bwoooomp! My UFO will do its thing and grab that turkey roaster, turkey and all! Then I'll leave behind the microwave- an item of similar or greater value- and our mission of good-natured exchange will be complete! One small victory for Orbiter, one giant Turkey for Kitty! I'm Orbiter, by the way." Was there any point in using vigilante names with a cat? Maybe... This was a talking cat, after all.
With her opening ramble completed, the girl gently lowered her UFO towards the pavement and looked up at the cat, beginning her post-ramble ramble. "I'll use my incredible powers to open that door and take that turkey roaster! All you gotta do is draw that guy's attention for a little while, then use your superb, cat-like feats of agility to distract the store's owner! That window is your entry point and your extraction point! Once you're ready to flee, just hop out onto my saucer and we'll take off above the roof! That'll give this guy the slip for sure, unless he's actually got alien jet-boots or something, which, I have to admit, I kind of hope he does... but then I'd have to think of how to barter for those... Mumu... M-Maybe it's best if he doesn't have jet boots for now." Finally, Jetty reached out her hand to the door, then gave the cat a thumbs up. "See you on the other side!"
Assuming he was still game for his part in her plan, she'd wait for him to enter in through the window, then listen carefully for the sounds of an irate shopkeeper chasing a cat around the kitchen. If Kuro happened to grab some other snacks while he was busy with it, then so be it; Jetty had hired a loose cannon accomplice, a stranger who plays by his own rules. She could hardly expect to come away from this sinless, with no dirt on her hands...
Once she heard the noises start, she'd nudge the door open quietly (or try to... the door turned out to have an annoying squeak), then release a gray, tube-like claw from the underside of her hovering craft. The appendage would point towards the mission objective, then begin to slowly drag it from the wall. For a moment, it looked like mission accomplished... Jetty had helpfully placed the microwave near the doorway where the shopkeeper would trip on it couldn't miss it. The turkey cooker was in her hands. That's when she noticed the critical error that made everything go to heck in a hand-basket...!
... The thing was still plugged in!
Jetty could feel the heat of the splashing grease through her suit as the item wobbled back and forth mid-air, spilling bubbly, yummy-smelling turkey grease onto her suit and the floor. With a sense of urgency, she began to yank the cord free, then ran for the saucer!
She sure hoped that her talking feline companion was providing one out of this world distraction!
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Post by Kuro on Jun 22, 2020 3:17:39 GMT -4
And what an odd pair they are~ THE CAT LISTENED AS THE GIRL regaled her plans, its whisker twitching attentively. His grass-green eyes flicked to the U.F.O. and then to the turkey roaster, then back to the child in-question, who declared themselves to be Orbiter.
“I am Kuro,” the cat offered in return. Her plan was simple. Kuro would be a distraction, cause some chaos, and then bolt out. It sounded easy enough. Kuro nodded.
With the approach agreed upon, the cat scrabbled up the pile of shipping pallets, his claws periodically scraping the wood as he surmounted the pile. Slipping through the window was easy enough—and, once he surveyed the counter below, he jumped down, landing silently.
The shopkeeper was so buys with his own tasks, that he did not notice his new, feline company. Kuro took a prim seat upon the counter, surveying his routes of escape. Then, he opened his mouth, and let-out the best cry he could muster.
“MREH!”
The man startled.
“A cat?! Shoo! Scram!”
The cat did not budge. Not until the man was circling around the island to grab him. Then, the cat leapt off the counter, skittering over the tile. The man stumbled after him swiping a little too slowly, Kuro tucked his tail, barreling around the corner and into the front-end of the business.
“No no no no! Not the dining area!”
Yes, the dining area. The cat pushed through the door, running full-tilt past waiters and patrons alike. Some took note of him and yelped in alarm, while others paid him no heed. The dining room had table cloths, a really high-end joint—perfect for pulling a disappearing act.
Kuro bolted under an unoccupied table, the tablecloth fluttering behind him. The cat paused, steadying his breath. He inhaled, and *pop* he vanished from view.
Moments later, the chef brushed the tablecloth aside, looking at the spot where Kuro was hunched without seeing him.
Ha, sucker!
The cat waited, curling into a tight little ball. The tablecloth dropped again. The man would be looking for the cat for a while.
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Post by Jetty Gemini on Jul 21, 2020 23:10:30 GMT -4
Jetty was delighted to find that her cat companion was suitably noisy and mischevious to draw the attention of the store owner, who, let it be known, was certainly going to get the better deal out of this microwave-for-turkey-cooker exchange. This was, in the end, a service to human-kind! Cat-kind too, of course. Any time a cat could get a whole turkey out of a deal was an objective win for cats.
Kuro played the part of cat to perfection, demonstrating the feline ability to always stay annoyingly out of reach and often right where you least wanted it. Jetty reflected to herself that whenever she did make alien contact, they were likely to be curious as to the exact subservient nature of humankind to the average domestic cat. This was really above and beyond as far as distractions went. Jetty actually felt a little silly for offering her flying saucer now... there was no way that Kuro was going to need that sort of assistance to escape.
At any rate, she had to finish up her part of the deal! With a low "mumumumuuu," the alien-like alien enthusiast clopped her space boots back towards the kitchen wall and yanked on the turkey cooker's plug until she managed to get it free. Success! Now she just had to return to her craft, such as it was, and prepare for extraction! Curious, she took another side-long peek at the cat's antics as she made her way out. The cat was... gone! "Whaaaa? This warrants further study!" she mumbled to herself, squinting her elliptical yellow eyes below the screen of her helmet. A cat can't just vanish inside a busy store like that, right? Right?!
"Unless... the aliens!"
No, not the aliens. But it was as good an answer as any to the confused heist conspirator. Jetty stumbled and bumbled her way back outside, then lowered her UFO enough to mount it. She threw the turkey fryer in to the component she thought of as her "cockpit," although it had no flight controls, and then levitated the whole craft back up towards the window where they'd started. Now all she had to do was wait for her partner in crime to make his reappearance! Just in case the cat had trouble remembering where to go, Jetty decided to flash her tractor beam light on a few times, causing a shadow to fall and rise against the floor of the kitchen a few times. That could be like a signal! A signal they probably should have discussed beforehand...
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Post by Kuro on Sept 1, 2020 2:11:06 GMT -4
and what an odd pair they are THE CAT REMAINED ABSOLUTELY STILL, keeping to the shadows where his “shimmer” wouldn’t catch the light. All he could see was the chef’s shoes and lower legs… but he knew that the chef was bent at the waist, looking for him.
Finally, the edge of the lifted tablecloth was dropped, and the cat breathed a sigh of relief.
“Pardon the interruption,” the chef murmured. His footsteps then went to the next table, likely to check again for the cat. Kuro slinked past unsuspecting feet and legs, careful not to brush against the legs of the patrons. A light was flickering. He poked his head out, the tablecloth puckering where the invisible cat stood.
As the light winked on and off… on and off again… the cat saw his conspirator lingering at the window. Go, go, go.
The cat bolted, the door flicking open and then shut as he darted through—onto the counter he went, his foot dipping in the water of a filled sink. The shock of water made him lose the guise of invisibility, but he still managed to scrabble—wet paw and all—towards the window.
With his usual feline grace, the cat leapt into the window sill. Then, realizing the girl was perched on some… weird, levitating disc… the cat elected to leap right into her lap, tottering unsteadily as he regained his balance.
“Go, go!” Kuro urged the girl, “Did you get the thing?”
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Post by Rosey on Sept 21, 2020 3:25:50 GMT -4
Jetty gained 18 exp. (164)
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