Log: Catseye, Forge, Marius
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xp_logsForge and Marius - Fugitives from Justice! Or at least, from Moira and Scott. But never fear, Inspector Catseye shall be judge, jury, and pouncer.
When Moira muttered darkly to herself, people never listened. The reason, simply put, was because the moment Moira started frowning in That Way, people fled (sane or not - Moira frowning had that effect on any living human, really). And so it was that Catseye, being a cat (literally, at that very moment) not only did not run when she happened to come upon a muttering and scowling Moira, but instead cocked her head to the side and listened.
Intently. With the dedication only a curious cat could bring to such a weighty matter.
Especially when Forge's name seemed to be central to the dark mutterings and quiet little human half snarls Moira wasn't all that bad at.
And so, thus it was that Catseye struck out on her own to find Forge (and the new boy, Marius, who had also featured somewhat preeminently in the grumbles of dire doom) because well, someone had to watch out for the both of them, as clearly they were incapable of even the most basic of survival methods.
Do not anger the Moira.
The scent wasn't hard to follow - in fact, there was plenty of it, enough for one Forge and one odd Forge and Someone Else mix, which had Catseye wondering as to what was going on and if Forge had decided to indulge in the same thing Kyle and Jay had after being locked up together two nights in a row. (Which hadn't taken all that long at all, as far as Catseye was concerned). Except that it wasn't quite that scent either, so perhaps not.
And well, even with the oddness to it, there was a plethora of scent (and oddly, a lot of smug and self-satisfied too) to follow, so Catseye did so with the careless demeanor of one out on an evening walk about the mansion. While heading towards…
…the garage.
If she had to shift to human shape just to open the door, Catseye promised herself as she turned the corner, there'd be a reckoning.
Walking up to the (very closed) door, Catseye sat down, tail tucking carefully around her paws, and sighed in a very uncatlike way.
Oh, such a reckoning there would be.
The task accomplished and having returned to her cat form, which made sniffing out very-much-in-trouble boys far easier to do, Catseye padded into the garage. Certain people were way overdue into a lesson as to why making the Moira upset was bad, and Catseye had no qualms at all about being the one to deliver it. It was for their own good, after all.
". . . So long as you're certain they won't check the garage twice, I don't mind it," Marius was saying, in the process of appreciating the exhaust system of a rather nice motorcycle. "Incidentally, I was impressed by the dignified way you managed to scream 'It's Mr. Summers, RUN!' and drag me out by my shirt-collar on a half-opened prosthetic before I even noticed 'im coming. There's not many can pull that off."
"I figured it was more dignified than 'cheese it, it's the law!'," Forge replied, connecting the last wires on his leg and watching the series of LEDs light up along his calf. "This is brilliant, I mean, you came up with the idea of routing the balance sensors through the structural microarrays, which led to me using the old data paths for redundant sensory data, which bypasses the damaged circuit and-" he smacked his leg, grinning "I can give myself a charlie horse again! Whee!"
Catseye skulked closer, step by not even bothering to by stealthy for stupid boys step. The slight, odd sound of grinding teeth was the one and only warning sound they would get, she decided, because a charlie horse would be the least of Forge's worries for… ever. And ever and ever and EVER. And then some.
Marius looked up from the motorcycle, one eyebrow raised. "Mate, does your power always make you this giddy? Though yes," he conceded, "I was brilliant to come up with whatever it was I came up with. Even if I'd need two years of advanced technology courses to even begin explaining it."
"Getting it BACK certainly does," Forge said, walking around Marius to lead him away from the motorcycle. "And that's Mr. Summers'. He'll blow you up if you get fingerprints on the chrome. Besides, wait until you see the Jeep and--"
Forge glanced up to see a flash of purple moving at high speed. "--shit."
"What?" Marius glanced over his shoulder. "Oi, it's Cats--"
When Moira muttered darkly to herself, people never listened. The reason, simply put, was because the moment Moira started frowning in That Way, people fled (sane or not - Moira frowning had that effect on any living human, really). And so it was that Catseye, being a cat (literally, at that very moment) not only did not run when she happened to come upon a muttering and scowling Moira, but instead cocked her head to the side and listened.
Intently. With the dedication only a curious cat could bring to such a weighty matter.
Especially when Forge's name seemed to be central to the dark mutterings and quiet little human half snarls Moira wasn't all that bad at.
And so, thus it was that Catseye struck out on her own to find Forge (and the new boy, Marius, who had also featured somewhat preeminently in the grumbles of dire doom) because well, someone had to watch out for the both of them, as clearly they were incapable of even the most basic of survival methods.
Do not anger the Moira.
The scent wasn't hard to follow - in fact, there was plenty of it, enough for one Forge and one odd Forge and Someone Else mix, which had Catseye wondering as to what was going on and if Forge had decided to indulge in the same thing Kyle and Jay had after being locked up together two nights in a row. (Which hadn't taken all that long at all, as far as Catseye was concerned). Except that it wasn't quite that scent either, so perhaps not.
And well, even with the oddness to it, there was a plethora of scent (and oddly, a lot of smug and self-satisfied too) to follow, so Catseye did so with the careless demeanor of one out on an evening walk about the mansion. While heading towards…
…the garage.
If she had to shift to human shape just to open the door, Catseye promised herself as she turned the corner, there'd be a reckoning.
Walking up to the (very closed) door, Catseye sat down, tail tucking carefully around her paws, and sighed in a very uncatlike way.
Oh, such a reckoning there would be.
The task accomplished and having returned to her cat form, which made sniffing out very-much-in-trouble boys far easier to do, Catseye padded into the garage. Certain people were way overdue into a lesson as to why making the Moira upset was bad, and Catseye had no qualms at all about being the one to deliver it. It was for their own good, after all.
". . . So long as you're certain they won't check the garage twice, I don't mind it," Marius was saying, in the process of appreciating the exhaust system of a rather nice motorcycle. "Incidentally, I was impressed by the dignified way you managed to scream 'It's Mr. Summers, RUN!' and drag me out by my shirt-collar on a half-opened prosthetic before I even noticed 'im coming. There's not many can pull that off."
"I figured it was more dignified than 'cheese it, it's the law!'," Forge replied, connecting the last wires on his leg and watching the series of LEDs light up along his calf. "This is brilliant, I mean, you came up with the idea of routing the balance sensors through the structural microarrays, which led to me using the old data paths for redundant sensory data, which bypasses the damaged circuit and-" he smacked his leg, grinning "I can give myself a charlie horse again! Whee!"
Catseye skulked closer, step by not even bothering to by stealthy for stupid boys step. The slight, odd sound of grinding teeth was the one and only warning sound they would get, she decided, because a charlie horse would be the least of Forge's worries for… ever. And ever and ever and EVER. And then some.
Marius looked up from the motorcycle, one eyebrow raised. "Mate, does your power always make you this giddy? Though yes," he conceded, "I was brilliant to come up with whatever it was I came up with. Even if I'd need two years of advanced technology courses to even begin explaining it."
"Getting it BACK certainly does," Forge said, walking around Marius to lead him away from the motorcycle. "And that's Mr. Summers'. He'll blow you up if you get fingerprints on the chrome. Besides, wait until you see the Jeep and--"
Forge glanced up to see a flash of purple moving at high speed. "--shit."
"What?" Marius glanced over his shoulder. "Oi, it's Cats--"
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