Me? Talk? Nah, you're just hearing things. [OPEN]
Characters: Kuro and anyone on the Convoy
Content: A stowaway on the Convoy is in search of a place to nap. He is also trying to avoid being thrown off the ship and left in Antrim by pretending to be "just a cat"...with dubious success.
Setting: Anywhere on the Convoy.
Time: Sometime after the ship landed in Antrim.
Warnings: Language, possible ( Read more... )
Content: A stowaway on the Convoy is in search of a place to nap. He is also trying to avoid being thrown off the ship and left in Antrim by pretending to be "just a cat"...with dubious success.
Setting: Anywhere on the Convoy.
Time: Sometime after the ship landed in Antrim.
Warnings: Language, possible ( Read more... )
He paused when he heard muttering, turning his head to the noise to make sure his ears weren't playing tricks on him. Without the sounds of his footsteps getting in the way of the voice, it was much clearer ...though not exactly ghostly.
He started walking again, determined to find the source of the noise. When he saw the cat, his eyes narrowed. The noise was definitely coming from the general area and talking cats weren't exactly unknown...
"Who are you?" He asked coldly, looking creepy in the dingy light, all grey-skinned and odd. Perhaps a little ghostly.
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"Meo--AAAAAH!"
He pressed his back into the corner, not even noticing that he was now standing on two legs. He pointed one shaky finger at the man, "Y-you--!"
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"What?" He asked, not even bothering to point to itself.
He didn't think for a moment that he was being mistaken for a ghost.
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The rectangle panel on his body opened with a faint click and he reached one paw in. Never mind that he was trying to stay inconspicuous, or that if this guy really was a ghost bullets wouldn't actually work on it, but weapons were to Kuro what security blankets were to small children: even when it wasn't really helpful, he still liked having it in his hand.
"Oi, are you a g-ghost?"
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Hm, he thought, an automaton.
The fact that Ulquiorra didn't roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of the question was testament to his nigh-unflappability. Clearly, it seemed to Ulquiorra, it was coming from somebody with no actual experience of ghostly things, but rather an irrational fear. It never failed to seem illogical to him, but he didn't comment. Instead he answered in his usual manner, that is to say, rather simply.
"No," he said. He left the 'not exactly' off the end of the statement. He didn't hesitate to change the subject. "Are you a member of this ship's crew, or a stowaway?"
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"Neither: I'm just a cat." And, just for good measure, added, "Meow."
But he left his paw inside his body and slipped it into the gatling hand-cannon hidden in the dark space the panel was hiding. He wasn't going to hurt the guy, but if he could create a distraction, he could probably run for it.
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He stood firmly in place, not looking like the sort of person who could be easily distracted. If he knew more about him, the cat would know that he's also not the kind of person who could be easily hurt.
"Given that, to be on board, you must either be crew, meaning that you work on this ship; a passenger, meaning that you pay to be on this ship or a stowaway, meaning that you should not be on this ship."
He looked at the clockwork animal levelly.
"Which is it?" He finally took a hand from his pocket and laid it on the hilt of his sword. He wouldn't hurt the creature, but the threat of action if not given an answer was usually enough to get one from most people. That said, a talking cat wasn't exactly what you could consider most people.
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Assumptions or not, though, whoever this person was, he obviously had more sense than all the people back home combined.
He listened with a bored air, but when the hand went to the sword, he perked up a little. Well, that made it a challenge, didn't it?
"You'll have to figure that out..." Smirking, he whipped out the gatling hand-cannon and opened fired, "...yourself!"
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When hidden enough, he didn't draw his sword. Instead, he raised the other hand and fired off something resembling a flash of green light extremely quickly in the direction of his attacker. It was a quick blast of sound, and the speed with which he used it made the air rumble in its wake. He didn't know how it would work on a clockwork creature as opposed to a living one, which it would usually stun, but it was worth a shot anyway.
Cutting a potential guest in half in the corridor was bound to annoy the captain, so he would rather not risk such a thing.
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"What the--ERK!"
The impacts sent him backwards and he landed flat on his back. But the attack didn't work the same way on automatons, and he sat back up with a scowl.
"Bastard."
He ran towards the place his enemy was hiding behind, hand-canon held out and firing in an attempt to keep the other hiding behind the corner and out of the hallway as Kuro approached.
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"You are attacking a crew member of this ship," he said, making himself heard over the racket of the gun. "A Combat Trainer, at that."
His position showed a little about his ability, at least. That was useful. Still, if he kept firing, he'd have to do something about the bullets. His wings would be useful to that effect, but there was no way he was about to use that on The Long Night.
"I suggest you consider your actions carefully," he said coldly.
Behind the wall, a green light glowed. This time, it wasn't the same as the blast that had knocked the thing off its feet. It felt hot.
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"Combat Trainer, huh?" He said with a wide smirk, "Guess that means I won't have to go easy on you!"
Kuro had completely forgotten by now his original plan of retreat. He also failed to notice the damage his bullets were doing to the ship's wall. (More than his ability to talk, this was why the last ship had thrown him over-board.)
He did notice the light, however, and tensed ready to dodge if that was what it came to.
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He glanced around the corner, memorising the layout and the cat's position in relation to that. Without looking again, he fired off the Cero he'd been charging. He didn't hiss, or react at all when one of the bullets caught his arm.
The blast seemed to whir through the air and hit the floor about a foot in front of the gun-toting, clockwork feline, as intended. It did a little damage, leaving the metal floor scorched and very slightly gouged.
"Next time I charge it for longer and aim for you," he said rather calmly despite the injury and utterly ridiculous situation he'd found himself in.
Behind the wall, he glanced at the injured arm and narrowed his eyes at the rapidly spreading blood on his sleeve. It darkened the black fabric of his jacket and, below that, stained the white shirt underneath red. That was unfortunate. Still, it would heal quickly.
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He jumped back with a swear when the attack hit the ground, but quickly regained his bearings and shouted back cockily, "As if you'd be able to hit me, bastard!" Then he cackled a bit.
And he was going to try his hardest not to get hit. While his clockwork body was resilient, it was best not to test just how resilient when there wasn't anyone around to fix him.
He kept firing, mostly to buy himself more time to think. He said the attack needed to be charged, right? He remembered using a weapon like that once; it had been annoying. Kuro had never been the strategizing sort, so the plan he had formulated was simply: wait for the charge, then attack.
He figured he'd know what to do once the ball got rolling.
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Ulquiorra held a hand up, around the corner. Blood dripped onto the floor from the wound.
"Cease," he said, hardly expecting him to stop. Still, sometimes, a surprise move was enough to make somebody pause, however briefly.
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Strangely enough, he did stop, and but it was only partly out of surprise. His gatling hand-cannon was still held up, and ready to fire though.
"What?" He asked, irritated.
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