Post is up. I went to a Tool concert over the weekend - it was amazing! I intended to get my post done last night, but the jetlag caught up to me, heh. :)
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Cat attentively eyed her surroundings as they walked down a derelict City street, mossy growths and debris peppering its countenance. She thought things seemed oddly darker, more obscured for some reason, but attributed it to the simple anxiety of being with a new partner. She mulled over Meshach’s behavior. He appeared to be either the “strong and silent” type or the “walking time bomb” type; She couldn’t figure out which of the two he was yet, but either way, she wasn’t going to start pressing any of his buttons if she could help it.
As she was thinking these things through, he spoke up. Cat listened to his awkward, stilted language closely, trying to guess his accent while still scrutinizing the environment. As he was explaining, she failed to understand the source of his accusation. It could be that, due to Sector loyalties, anyone who wasn’t a City Wanderer couldn’t possibly switch jobs that easily, so Meshach must have assumed that she wasn’t an ex-Hunter. She wasn’t offended by his skepticism; after all, it was what she would have wanted to know if she were in his position. They seemed to be one and the same when it came to chronic paranoia. Still, she wasn’t going to spill her life story to him 10 minutes after meeting him. In fact, hardly anyone got to know about her mother’s fate, besides some of the City Councilors. If there ever came a time when the two of them could be friends (which she highly doubted), then she’d consider it – but not now.
She turned to him and was about to give a simple, not untruthful explanation that she knew someone who was a Hunter and so was intimately familiar with what a Hunter’s schedule was like, when Meshach cut himself off and directed her attention elsewhere. As it turned out, the tension in the atmosphere wasn’t just her imagination. Every direction she looked, there was a tiny, malevolent face.
They were surrounded by Shadow Graphers.
Cat did her best to calm herself mentally, knowing that this amount of Graphers wouldn’t be much of a threat to the two of them – as long as they kept their wits about them. She pulled her rifle out and jerked the breech, readying it. None of the Graphers were in range of her old model firearm, so it wasn’t safe for her to make the first move. The monsters seemed to be morphing and changing shape, moving ever closer to their position. She put her back gently to Meshach’s to ensure they couldn’t be taken by surprise.
“Okay, so my gun’s not suited for this range,” she admitted in a low voice. “And unless you’re some kind of sharp-shooter, you’re not going to get anywhere with that revolver, either. But there’s no way to advance without taking them out first. So we have two options: we can wait for them to form into something possibly deadlier, or we can draw them closer and take them out one by one. Your call – I’m the one who dragged you into this, after all.”
As she was thinking these things through, he spoke up. Cat listened to his awkward, stilted language closely, trying to guess his accent while still scrutinizing the environment. As he was explaining, she failed to understand the source of his accusation. It could be that, due to Sector loyalties, anyone who wasn’t a City Wanderer couldn’t possibly switch jobs that easily, so Meshach must have assumed that she wasn’t an ex-Hunter. She wasn’t offended by his skepticism; after all, it was what she would have wanted to know if she were in his position. They seemed to be one and the same when it came to chronic paranoia. Still, she wasn’t going to spill her life story to him 10 minutes after meeting him. In fact, hardly anyone got to know about her mother’s fate, besides some of the City Councilors. If there ever came a time when the two of them could be friends (which she highly doubted), then she’d consider it – but not now.
She turned to him and was about to give a simple, not untruthful explanation that she knew someone who was a Hunter and so was intimately familiar with what a Hunter’s schedule was like, when Meshach cut himself off and directed her attention elsewhere. As it turned out, the tension in the atmosphere wasn’t just her imagination. Every direction she looked, there was a tiny, malevolent face.
They were surrounded by Shadow Graphers.
Cat did her best to calm herself mentally, knowing that this amount of Graphers wouldn’t be much of a threat to the two of them – as long as they kept their wits about them. She pulled her rifle out and jerked the breech, readying it. None of the Graphers were in range of her old model firearm, so it wasn’t safe for her to make the first move. The monsters seemed to be morphing and changing shape, moving ever closer to their position. She put her back gently to Meshach’s to ensure they couldn’t be taken by surprise.
“Okay, so my gun’s not suited for this range,” she admitted in a low voice. “And unless you’re some kind of sharp-shooter, you’re not going to get anywhere with that revolver, either. But there’s no way to advance without taking them out first. So we have two options: we can wait for them to form into something possibly deadlier, or we can draw them closer and take them out one by one. Your call – I’m the one who dragged you into this, after all.”
Finally posted! I'm very sorry I couldn't make my own deadline, but being an English major, all of my classes are heavily writing-intensive, so I was trying not to burn out. Thank you for waiting! I'll be sure to post in a more timely manner from now on. :)
Cat observed Meshach as he considered her proposition. The minute changes in his facial expression were intriguingly different from what was expected; they were calculated, yet natural. A paradox of emotion. One expression in particular was an intent glare right into her pupils ‒ the glare only lasted a second, but if he actually did have eye-lasers, she was sure she’d be a pile of ash by now.
As he explained his stance on her offer, Cat couldn’t help but appreciate that he was willing to be as honest as she was. Honesty was a two-way street, and she could tell he understood that on a deep level. Possibly too deep. He’d been hurt by people before ‒ the way she had, maybe even worse. It wasn’t enough to let her guard down around him. However, she couldn’t hold back a slight smile when he finally agreed, especially since he seemed like he had quite a tough time coming to a conclusion. She was certainly expecting him to say “no”, the way he futilely tried to scare her off. Quickly, she adjusted to a more serious countenance.
“We’re on the same page, then,” she agreed when he brought up the imminent war. “The Sector disputes are senseless, and I’d prefer we avoid any level of interaction with Sector Nine, if possible.” Despite her superficial optimism, she had a feeling that coming across Sector Nine Retrievers would be inevitable. The next thing Meshach said surprised her. It felt like most people she worked with didn’t even consider the idea of traveling with her more than once – but this guy, he seemed to have either misunderstood her intentions or was simply unfamiliar with the territory. “Oh, no, of course not!” she responded, holding her hands up in an assenting manner. “This is a one-time deal – I know you Hunters tend to work together for longer periods, but Retrievers go case-by-case.” She remembered how her mother had a small team of five members that hunted together for months at a time, though she figured some Hunters were skilled enough to modify their combat styles with new teammates for each mission. This Afflicted-skin-wearing man definitely looked like that type, but she was more than fine with that.
“Meshach, huh?” she said, enjoying the consonant sounds. It rolled off the tongue, in a way. She shook his hand casually yet firmly, her other hand in her pocket. “So, now that we’ve had a bite to eat, you’re ready to go, then?” Her asking was more of a formality than anything, since she had already began a swift pace toward the direction of the Cache. She turned her head a little to make sure he was following.
As he explained his stance on her offer, Cat couldn’t help but appreciate that he was willing to be as honest as she was. Honesty was a two-way street, and she could tell he understood that on a deep level. Possibly too deep. He’d been hurt by people before ‒ the way she had, maybe even worse. It wasn’t enough to let her guard down around him. However, she couldn’t hold back a slight smile when he finally agreed, especially since he seemed like he had quite a tough time coming to a conclusion. She was certainly expecting him to say “no”, the way he futilely tried to scare her off. Quickly, she adjusted to a more serious countenance.
“We’re on the same page, then,” she agreed when he brought up the imminent war. “The Sector disputes are senseless, and I’d prefer we avoid any level of interaction with Sector Nine, if possible.” Despite her superficial optimism, she had a feeling that coming across Sector Nine Retrievers would be inevitable. The next thing Meshach said surprised her. It felt like most people she worked with didn’t even consider the idea of traveling with her more than once – but this guy, he seemed to have either misunderstood her intentions or was simply unfamiliar with the territory. “Oh, no, of course not!” she responded, holding her hands up in an assenting manner. “This is a one-time deal – I know you Hunters tend to work together for longer periods, but Retrievers go case-by-case.” She remembered how her mother had a small team of five members that hunted together for months at a time, though she figured some Hunters were skilled enough to modify their combat styles with new teammates for each mission. This Afflicted-skin-wearing man definitely looked like that type, but she was more than fine with that.
“Meshach, huh?” she said, enjoying the consonant sounds. It rolled off the tongue, in a way. She shook his hand casually yet firmly, her other hand in her pocket. “So, now that we’ve had a bite to eat, you’re ready to go, then?” Her asking was more of a formality than anything, since she had already began a swift pace toward the direction of the Cache. She turned her head a little to make sure he was following.
I probably won't be able to get my next post up until Monday evening or Tuesday. New semester, you know how it goes. :) Thanks for your patience.
Posted! Hope you don't mind Cat's evaluation of Meshach, haha.
Just as she finished off her apple and discarded the core, Cat noticed what appeared to be an older man – though it was difficult to tell from the angle she was at – be sold an apple from the same stand she just bought from for more than twice the fare she was offered. The man approached the wall she was leaning against and began to eat his fruit; meanwhile, Cat went through the various possibilities in her head of why a person might be charged more than the normal price. He might be an Afflicted, but judging from the many Afflicted skins he was wearing, she doubted that. Maybe he simply had an unflattering reputation. It wasn’t unheard of, considering the many things one can do in this City to gain infamy: double-crossing a Sector, having specific political opinions, and being a particularly brutal mercenary are some possibilities. She didn’t recognize him, but from the glares that produce merchant and even random passersby were giving him, she figured he must be notorious for something big. It was too bad she didn’t keep up with politics or recent events much.
Her train of thought was interrupted by an earth-trembling, explosive noise; at first, she thought it was the City changing scenery yet again, but then she saw it: the massive burst of green light almost due north of the marketplace. Having been a Retriever for several years, Cat knew it was unmistakably a newly formed Cache, and from the sheer size of the beam, she judged it to be an extremely valuable one… And a valuable Cache always comes with tough security.
Cat was conflicted, to say the least. Despite her distrust of strangers, especially ones who look like they could shoot lasers out of their eyes from pure hatred, she knew she wasn’t capable enough to recover a Cache of that significance by herself, and it was far too short notice to be dispatched an official squad. Her imagination raced eagerly with the thoughts of payment and treasure; she had to make up her mind fast, before someone got to the Cache before her.
Hesitantly, she sidled closer to the callous-looking man, and cleared her throat before speaking with her firmest tone of voice.
“Hey,” she said, brushing her bangs to the side to get a better look at the man’s face, “Listen up. I don’t know you, and I don’t expect you to trust me. I sure as hell don’t trust you. But – you saw that giant green light, right? My job is to get Caches like that. I don’t have a team, so I won’t be able to get that by myself, but you look like you can handle yourself pretty well. If you help me retrieve it and bring it back to my bosses in Sector Three, we can split the payment straight down the middle – and you can take anything from the Cache you want to keep. What d’ya say?”
"Oh!" she added, her mind having slipped. "I'm Cataline, by the way, but you can call me Cat."
Her train of thought was interrupted by an earth-trembling, explosive noise; at first, she thought it was the City changing scenery yet again, but then she saw it: the massive burst of green light almost due north of the marketplace. Having been a Retriever for several years, Cat knew it was unmistakably a newly formed Cache, and from the sheer size of the beam, she judged it to be an extremely valuable one… And a valuable Cache always comes with tough security.
Cat was conflicted, to say the least. Despite her distrust of strangers, especially ones who look like they could shoot lasers out of their eyes from pure hatred, she knew she wasn’t capable enough to recover a Cache of that significance by herself, and it was far too short notice to be dispatched an official squad. Her imagination raced eagerly with the thoughts of payment and treasure; she had to make up her mind fast, before someone got to the Cache before her.
Hesitantly, she sidled closer to the callous-looking man, and cleared her throat before speaking with her firmest tone of voice.
“Hey,” she said, brushing her bangs to the side to get a better look at the man’s face, “Listen up. I don’t know you, and I don’t expect you to trust me. I sure as hell don’t trust you. But – you saw that giant green light, right? My job is to get Caches like that. I don’t have a team, so I won’t be able to get that by myself, but you look like you can handle yourself pretty well. If you help me retrieve it and bring it back to my bosses in Sector Three, we can split the payment straight down the middle – and you can take anything from the Cache you want to keep. What d’ya say?”
"Oh!" she added, her mind having slipped. "I'm Cataline, by the way, but you can call me Cat."
My next post will be up sometime tonight. Sorry for the wait. :)
Listen, m8.
I've played as Kat in nearly every every one of the Rps I've been involved in..
That last link was the first roleplay I've ever done. So, boi. You're the upstart here, not me.
(And this is just a fraction of what I've done as Kat, this is mostly the ones I can remember off the top of my head.)
Looks like I just got REKT! I don't think I've ever used a single character for more than one roleplay. That's some pretty impressive dedication!
some punk who stole my name
fite me irl
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