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| Yan Cass vs Juch (C); TL-Gem/Forum-Aim/Alliance | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 20 2015, 10:59 PM (130 Views) | |
| Bulma | Sep 20 2015, 10:59 PM Post #1 |
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Juch: Yan Cass VS Juch The trees were pretty. If you've seen one, you've seen them all. But still, they made for a good background. He needed some fresh air anyways. Mister Fields waddled through the tall grass, prowling for who knows what. Staying couped up in the ship quickly became boring--perhaps a romp outside would do him some good. Yarru: Yan let out a soft hum. His ear buds were in and his eyes were closed as he skipped absently over fallen branches and leaves. He had a very light step and a sense about his surroundings that was pretty skilled considering he was down two senses. He knew this area like the back of his hand now, the area close to Juch’s ship. He’d memorized it clearly. He made his way farther out though, looking for a small trace of...something. He was coming to a clearing and as he opened one eye he spotted a puff of white in the grass. “Hah!” he says, pointing dramatically at the cat, louder than he meant to over whatever was playing in his ears. Knowing Yan though he probably knew better than that. He tugged the wire under his chin so the buds fell out and then pointed his finger again with the wire tangled around it. “You!” Juch: "Eeep!" Mister Fields leapt up into the air at the sound, his four short limbs flailing around at the sudden sound. What the hell?! His eyes darted back and forth at his surroundings, but in his panic, even if he had seen Yan, he didn't register it. Instead, the cat scrambled away into the grass back towards the ship, the vegetation giving away his position in his haste. Rustle, rustle, rustle. Yarru: Yan blatantly snorted at the sight of the fat cat scrambling in the air. By the time he recovered the cat was already scurrying away though. “Hey!” he lets out, his eyebrows rising. He really was like an actual cat wasn’t he. Yan didn’t really quite get it yet. He wasn’t sure he ever would at this point. With a fluid motion he yanked the cord from his phone and slid it in his pocket at the same time he started in a run after the cat. “Stop it, Mr. Fatty--I mean Fields!” he shouts, doing the one thing he was best at: insulting to get attention. Juch was floating about in lala land, Grace had moved into villainous territory, the ship was empty, and now he was chasing Mr. Fields through a field. This was turning into a day. Juch: Instead of stopping to retort or recognizing Yan's voice, the feline ignored the taunt altogether--it fact, it seemed to only spur his little legs to power through the field even faster, and he blazed through the area at a speed that a creature of his stature seemed to be incapable of achieving. Scrambling up the ramp leading to the ship, Mister Fields scurried inside after tripping up the stairs not once, but twice, slamming the door shut. Collapsing onto the floor, panting and sweating, the pudgy cat took his time peering through the front door window, seeing whether or not the source of the scare was still around or not. Yarru: Yan was starting to think this was actually just a creature of Grace and not the proven intelligent Mr. Fields. WHY WAS HE ACTING LIKE SUCH AN IDIOT? He didn’t bother shouting out for him again and as they made it into the clearing where Juch’s ship was parked Yan slowed down entirely. He watched the pudgy furball bolt up the ramp and slam the door closed behind him. His eyes had narrowed and his lips were pursed leaving his expression as one of a kid who had been truly irritated maybe by having a ball or something slammed into his face. Such rejection really! He stomped across the grass and up the ramp and then put his nose right against the window. “Mr. Fields~” he hums, his tone one of strained threat. “Open the door fatty or I blow it o--” He cut himself off, pausing and stepping back. He put a hand on his hip and looked back across the clearing. Right, he had been here for a reason earlier. He had wanted to find Juch, or the cat. He really shouldn’t be getting so wound up. “If Juch isn’t around you really can’t hold your own huh?” he lets out more thoughtfully, glancing over his shoulder still a bit impatient. Juch: (LMAO) With both of them having their noses flattened against the glass, albeit on two different sides, Mister Fields' eyes widened at the aggressive stance that Mister Cass was taking. Oh wow, he was really annoyed huh? Getting ready to huff and puff and blow the entire ship down! The cat's mouth began to open, wider and wider as if a snake unhinging its jaw and the threats the redhead was making, and blew a raspberry back, getting droplets of spittle all over the interior of the window. Dropping down from the door in a fits of wheezing giggles, it took a while for the cat to pop up again, propping his chin up with his paws, still not recovered from his fit of laughter, "Nyeh nyeh, who's afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf??" he sang, his voice muffled by the door, "Is that all it takes for you to get mad, Mister Cass? You should've seen the look on your face!" He dropped back down, before the door finally opened. "Sooo, what's up? Did you bring me any presents? I loooove me some presents." Yarru: The raspberry blew and Yan openly winced in a bit of disgust. Totally gross. It reminded him of Edge’s one cat with the allergy issues who always had snot and drool all over it’s face. He waited though, letting out a soft sigh for the cat to come back to the window. He was still giggling and Yan offered a small smile in turn. “Of course!” he says energetically, all the anger seeming to have completely disappeared into an easy grin. “What fun is it if you don’t get mad? Or excited? Or steamed? It’s good fun,” he explained even going as far to close his eyes and show his teeth. The door opened though and he immediately moved with pinpoint speed inside with a lunge to grab the cat by his bow tie. He put all he had into it and it came unexpectedly so he hoped he’d catch him. “Who’d have presents for you~?” he asks through gritted teeth, his face turning into a fit of rage again as he easily shook the cat. “You-pain-in-the-ass-fatty,” he lets out, each word in between a shake. He half expected the android to pop out in defense of the cat but unlike with Anna, there was none of the killing intent he could so easily release at the drop of a hat. He wasn’t even all that mad, but a tease for a tease and he’d given him a good one. After that burst of speed he was curious what the cat would do. Juch: "Eep!" Not unlike the initial screech when Yan had first called to him, Mister Fields' red bowtie stretched out as he was lifted up into the air. With his legs and his tail dangling uselessly in midair, the rotund feline went as limp as a ragdoll, and he allowed his head to easily rock back and forth in accordance to the shakedown. His nasally squeal, however, soon devolved back into snickering. Despite the messy display earlier, Fields kept Yan's face untainted by bodily fluids as he openly chuckled towards the ceiling, "At least buy me dinner first, lover boy! Or else I'm teeeeeeeelling!" No resistance put up whatsoever. Either this was the extent of physical prowess of Mister Fields, or he was simply going along with the flow like a spoiled brat, "Are you gonna kiss me too? Oh nooooo! I was saving it for my first true love! Upupupupupupuu!" "Lame! Lame Lame!" the fat furball began flailing his limbs around in midair again, as if having a pseudo temper tantrum, "You're just keeping my present away from me! Uncool! Uncool! Mister Cass is uncoooooool! He's a big dummy! Dumb dumb dumb duuuuuuumb!" And then, as if a switch was flicked off, Mister Fields' antics stopped in a heartbeat, and he raised his head to make eye contact with the raging Yan, "But seriously. What's up?" the words that followed were as calm as the first time they were uttered, as if the last few seconds didn't happen at all. Yarru: As the cat went limp and fluttered into his own wave of verbal attacks Yan simply kept shaking him. He stopped around the time he called him lame and started moving about in protest. He stared at him with a firm glare, keeping his hold on him stiffly. He opened his mouth to speak, yell at him about who the heck he was going to tell right now, but then the cat stopped and he paused as well. They made eyes and Yan’s gaze easily softened. “Have you been watching the skies Mr. Fields?” he asks softly, holding him still at arm’s length and keeping him eye level. It was probably not comfortable for the cat but he didn’t care. He let there be a pause, then shifted his gaze towards the window. “We’ve moved into Tomoko’s territory. She’s not there though. Some commander of defense she is…” he explains before turning back to the cat. “Still, if she told them about Grace and Grace parks herself in their backyard, we might have some problems.” Juch: "I have. I think we all have," any playfulness that Mister Fields had before hissed away like a deflating balloon, but he kept eye contact, despite the growing tension in his neck, "Our eyes and ears are very busy, Mister Cass. Not only that, but we have some problems on our end as well. Exactly what they are...well, Juch didn't tell me; that means it's serious enough for him to not risk any sort of wiretapping." "Both Tomoko and Grace seem to be fickle creatures, from what I know about them, anyways," he continued, "And they're both out of our jurisdiction. We need to guard against the worst case scenario--those problems that you have mentioned..it's possible that our secret base may not be established on Grace after all." A soft paw was placed on Yan's fingers, "And if that's the case, we'll move. We're flexible, after all--and you'll come along too, of course. It'd be a pity, but having Damaskia come officially into the fray would be more trouble than its worth. But don't think we've been sitting around twiddling our thumbs, Mister Cass. The moment it's deemed safe to do so, we'll move right in. Sometimes, waiitng is the hardest part, but the role we're alloted to is a passive one for this act. I hope you can understand." Yarru: Yan noticed the “we”s used carefully. It wasn’t like a me and Juch we, it was bigger. He made a small face at the mention that Juch hadn’t told Mr. Fields what he was doing either. Such a lone wolf~ It was dangerous. The cat continued and he nodded at the mention of fickleness, but he did not like the rest. Not one bit. He was growing to like Grace. “I don’t do passive well Mr. Fields,” he says before bending over and setting him down. He sat on his heels and seemed to be thinking on the matter for a moment. “With the intel and codes I’ve stolen from the Commander...there’s only a few more I would need. If I could get them from the shadowguard then, it would be easy to determine the exact threat they’d hold and have a way in with their knowledge going forward.” He looked back to the cat, his dark eyes looking a bit glazed over, still lost in his own calculations. “Tomoko was weakened. I don’t think she has even been back to Damaskia yet, and she’s not the type to play radio, so there is time. If we sit passively we might lose the chance to do something later on.” Juch: The landing was quiet. Mister Fields sat on the floor by Yan's feet, cocking his head to the side in curiosity, listening to the redhead's proposal, "...it's a brazen move, Mister Cass," he meowed with a small grin, "You want to infiltrate the shadowguard? The option was considered, mhm, yes it was, but it's not how big of a threat the shadowguard can pose, I think. We're not afraid of going toe to toe with them should push comes to shove; politics are tricky business. The last thing we need is to get on the radar of the other factions." "With that being said, we haven't pursued this option because all of our usual talent is occupied by something else," Mister Fields continued, standing up on his hind legs, "But you already have some good intelligence from Tomo, eh? Mind showing me? Information is more worth its weight in gold--it's how we like to operate, Mister Cass," his grin became even bigger, "If this is how you normally think, I think we can get along just fine." Pushing himself from off the floor, the cat began to bounce towards the interior of the ship, beckoning Yan to follow after wiping his own paws clean, "Did you know Juch was involved in the defense of Damaskia against the xenomorphs a while back?" he asked with a light step, "It may be a tad outdated, but he has some notes regarding some of their defenses. You game?" Yarru: Yan raised an eyebrow as he mentioned all their usual talent. He had not been asked. He had been totally bored. Well, not totally bored. He’d made a few games for himself but this seemed more pressing. From the way Juch spoke before keeping under the radar was important and knowing how far you were already under it was also a point of interest. He had no doubt he could get into the Shadowguard. He’d done it once before though much more briefly, and he’d played shadowguard more than a few times just slipping into their camps unnoticed like the time on Earth with the dragon. He could get what he wanted, the question was did Juch want it too? He stood as Fields did, his hands already moving into his pocket for his phone. Tomoko had once introduced him merely as a pick-up-ee. He was under her radar in that respect too. Even if she found him as a good tool to be played with, something to feed her need for attention, she did not see him clearly for what he could be or do. Getting information from her had been easy pickings. “Sure, it’d be interesting to compare anyway,” he says, twitching her brows in thought. Out of date defenses paired with files from the Commander of Defense. “I’d be more interested in seeing what Juch did~” he says with a small smile but follows the cat. “I’m game though. Look it over with me, and then the best plan will be seen,” he says, wiggling the Sei Tech phone in the air that the redhead lifeline and probably gave him access to whatever info they would need. Juch: "Nyaha! I like the sound of that! Leave your shoes in the mudroom, alright? I'll search for his things; help yourself to whatever you'd like in the fridge," Mister Fields chuckled as he waddled away into one of the many locked rooms in the ship. Closing the door behind him, instead of tearing through the bookshelves of Juch's office, the feline casually strolled to the desk, opening up one of the drawers and retrieving a cell phone. After convincing himself that there was no eavesdropping from anyone outside the locked room, the cat tapped a few buttons on it after it buzzed to life, he left it on, but still returned it into the drawer. ----- A few moments later, Mister Fields returned from the door, leaping onto the table that Juch, Yan, and him sat at during their last meeting, "Alright, I think this is everything," he purred, producing a small, black notebook and a few rolled up schematics, "Let's get planning!" |
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