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If I could attack with a more sensible approach, obviously that's what I'd be doing...

Jan 08, 2009 23:32

In the training room at the Main Gauche, there's a Slayer with her Christmas present, going through a few sword exercises she remembers from before. It's been a while since she's had a sword in her hands, but now that she does... It's easier to fall back into than she would have thought. Muscle memory comes easily to Slayers ( Read more... )

martha jones, cy, raziel, dmitri lang, gene hunt, ruvin, andy mackenzie, the doctor (ten), michael westen, buffy summers, sam tyler, the other, dante, abby maitland, april, jack bristow

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cyfor January 9 2009, 08:22:24 UTC

Cy is in the Kashtta. There is no good reason for it. She wanders into the kitchen (I'm going to stop saying 'in her trenchcoat' at some point) and peers at Sam.

"I know you." And then she turns her attention to the cat on the counter who is, she is fairly certain, not a cat of the usual sort, though he reminds her of Ragnar a bit. "Don't know you. Hi. I'm Cy."

definitivestep January 9 2009, 08:35:08 UTC

Sam glances over at her and blinks. "Do you?" he asks mildly. Strange people wandering around the Tower? Fine. What else is new? The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but she's fairly... distinctive-looking. "I don't suppose you could remind me of your name?"

Michael blinks. Twitches his tail. It's not unusual for people to guess he's a shapeshifter - especially in his own Chicago - but still a little surprising. He'd respond, but he's used to Sydney or Fiona being the only ones who can hear him when he's in this shape, and even Sydney can't do that here. So he's just going to stare at her. Introductions don't work well when your vocal cords won't produce speech of any sort.

cyfor January 9 2009, 19:14:22 UTC

She gives Sam a withering look. "I'm Cy. Cy for cypress."

She wanders over to Michael and drags her sleeve back so she can pat him on the head. "What's your name, Mr. Moonstruck?"

ducttapewarrior January 10 2009, 03:04:52 UTC

Sam raises an eyebrow at that. "You were a cat." Sam will apparently be playing the part of Captain Obvious today.

Michael's ears flick back flat against his head, but he doesn't respond much otherwise. Just gives her his usual stoic expression, and sighs. Being petted is undignified. Do you really expect me to pronounce "Michael Westen" in this shape?

cyfor January 10 2009, 04:53:26 UTC

She tilts her head to one side, talking to Michael still. "You did. Good boy. I'll give you a fish." And he gets another pat on the head.

She leans over Sam's project, attempting to poke it.

ducttapewarrior January 13 2009, 08:40:13 UTC

Sam calmly swats her hand away - gently, but he's not going to let her just poke things. "Could you at least not poke this while I'm making it? If you behave, I might give you some." Yes, Sam's a sucker for cats. Even if at the moment she is girl-shaped.

Michael just blinks. He's been Sydney and Fiona enough to recognize telepathy when he sees it, but... You can understand me. Not the most brilliant thing to say, but he felt he should make certain.

cyfor January 14 2009, 04:47:36 UTC

She swats back. "Whatsit, Captain Mango?"

She looks back at Michael and tilts her head to one side. "'course. You're a cat."

definitivestep January 15 2009, 19:11:05 UTC

"It's- what did you just call me?" Really, between Dmitri and Gene, he should be used to being called odd names, but at least with them he can at least work out why he's being called those things. And... she's not even talking to him anymore. Why does Sam bother?

Michael, meanwhile, blinks some more. Thank you. I was wondering about the paws and the tail...

cyfor January 17 2009, 21:59:03 UTC

"Captain Mango!" She pets Michael, speaking to him again. "You're stupid."

ducttapewarrior January 21 2009, 17:40:12 UTC

Sam sighs. "Yes, I heard you, I just- never mind."

Michael flicks his ears, forward and then back. I think it's more that I don't expect people to understand the language of CAT than that I'm stupid. But I'm sure you're right.

cyfor January 26 2009, 08:25:59 UTC

She hops up on the counter next to him, seems to consider something for a moment, and then declares, "Thumbs!"

The coat deflates in such a way that it carries its newly small and fuzzy occupant off of the counter and onto the floor with a thud.

ducttapewarrior January 27 2009, 15:07:18 UTC

Sam, having already seen her turn from a fairly small cat into a bloody monster, is not all that surprised by the shift, he just sighs, glances over to make sure he doesn't step on the coat, and turns his attention back to the stove.

Michael, on the other hand, is just a little curious now. He pauses, and then hops down off the counter - surprisingly lightly, for a cat his size and weight, all dense muscle. He sniffs at her delicately. Rift ability, I take it?

cyfor January 27 2009, 19:16:10 UTC

Shuffle shuffle shuffle pop! Out of the coat she tumbles to ram against Michael's legs. She looks at him upside-down. "Hi! What's that mean?"

And then she wraps her paws around his neck and tries to nom him.

ducttapewarrior January 30 2009, 01:14:26 UTC

Michael blinks. She's a cat. And she's still speaking out loud. Not a regular shapeshifter who just happens to be crazy, then.

He bats at her, delicately, with one large paw - he's a good deal larger than her, so he doesn't want to hurt her, but he really doesn't want her chewing on him. When you came through the Rift, he says slowly, something changed about you. Is this it? The... turning into a cat?

cyfor January 31 2009, 22:08:06 UTC

"Nope! Always a cat. Never a people before." She curls up to try kicking at his chin with her back legs.

"Hey Captain Mango! When's the eats going to be finished?"

ducttapewarrior January 31 2009, 22:49:32 UTC

I knew a pterodactyl once who turned into a human. And yes, that is the extent of Michael's commentary on the matter. Until, that is, she tries kicking at him. She's a small cat, and he's a pretty large one, so he can mostly evade it by leaning back a little, but he swats at her anyway - instinct. It's light, but hopefully enough to get her to stop it.

Sam rolls his eyes a little. "I'm not giving you any if you're going to insist on calling me that." Even as he speaks, though, he's grabbing a bowl from the cupboard, going to the fridge, and pouring her a bowl of cream which he then sets on the counter. Sam is kind of a sucker for cats.

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