Intelligent Beast

[uowemeascream]

Who: Creed +open (multiple threads welcome!)
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Library
What: Creed needs to find new reading and has a kitten on his shoulder. Literally.
Warnings: Probably swearing, no blood this time. Also: KITTEN.

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[uowemeascream]

Creed couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the 'Comrade'. He remembered a time in the USSR when everyone had been Comrade this, or Comrade that. Had even been there on both sides of it - CIA, and as a mercenary.

"You don't sound Russian, Comrade." Creed commented, in perfect Russian. One thing all those damned agencies had given him, beyond the screwed up memory, was several languages. Russian was just one of them.

[uowemeascream]

Creed snorted, shaking his head. The kitten sneezed, waking herself up, but she shifted her perch a bit and went back to sleep, purring again.

"Comrade?" Creed asked, digging in his shirt pocket for a toothpick. "Haven't heard that since the USSR screwed itself and fell apart." Granted, that little bit of political unrest had offered a lot of opportunity for mercs such as himself, but that was a different issue.

"What's your name, bub?"

time to get Kahlan chatting with new people

[lastconfessor]

Kahlan had entered the library with one thought on her mind. The library was so extensive, there could be books that might help Richard on his quest while she was on the Barge. She had to try anyway, there was no use sitting around and wallowing in self-pity.

She assumed the best place to start looking would be in the magic section. Whether it was actually called that, she had no idea, but books of magic or about magic were what she needed. So she started toward the rows, intent on finding that section.

Yay! Be warned: Kittening ahead.

[uowemeascream]

Creed was still reading, though the kitten had taken to attacking his bootlaces. He sniffed. A frail. Now that could be interesting.

He ignored the kitten viciously attacking his laces, and continued reading his book. Until she jerked hard on his lace and managed to go rolling off into one of the aisles.

He shook his head, but didn't move. Creed, instead, gave a rumble that sounded almost like a purr. The kitten licked her paws, trying to look like she meant to do that and mewed.

XD

[lastconfessor]

Kahlan stopped when a little fluff ball rolled past her as she was walking. She hadn't paid much attention to anyone else in the library, so she hadn't particularly noticed Creed sitting there. She grinned and knelt down when the kitten was licking her paws. "Hello, little one," she said to the kitten, holding her hand out, but not touching.

Sometimes, it's the only way to get girls. ;)

[uowemeascream]

Creed pushed himself up and leaned one shoulder against one of the shelves. "I'd watch your fingers." He rumbled. "She's just learning to hunt." Not that he cared, but he had enough respect for books not to cover them with blood.

And if the kitten disliked her, she'd just have to go.

When the kitten mewed, and head butted the woman's fingers, he'd admit to being disappointed. No fun for him, it seemed.

... Then again, he wouldn't put it past that damned naked elf of a Warden to give him a cat that liked everyone.

He walked over and offered the lady a hand up. "I'm Victor Creed, darlin'."

[laws_of_nature]

D had wandered into the library without much hope of encountering anything he'd want to read; still, after learning that the Barge was partially populated by those from his distant future, he was interested to find what had truly come of the Earth after his...death. McCoy's reports were repulsively biased and probably censored so as not to undermine his own arguments.

Even as he drifted towards Environment and Ecology, however, he was distracted by the soft murmurs of a child at play and his footsteps shifted in their direction. Since recovering Mr. Winchester's kitten he had been concerned about the possibility of lost animals wandering the Barge.

[OOC: D...talks to animals. It's his thing. Permission to chat to Unnamed Kitten? He'd probably just ask what she's been up to lately, find out about hunting in the CES and approve wholeheartedly.]

[uowemeascream]

[Perms given! Also, the tailed furry guy calls her 'Bitsy'. Creed is Papa. ;)]

Creed had switched from Chinese war journals, to some wrong account of what had happened in France that one time. Why did history always get it wrong? That damned kill had been his, not some pansy ass from that 'radical political group' or whatever the hell they were.

The kitten had discovered her tail, and kept trying to attack it. Creed had finally put her on the floor when she'd almost fallen for the fourth time. He sniffed, and looked up. "Can I help you bub?" He asked.

[laws_of_nature]

D offered a polite smile, because while he was now in the business of making friends, he was distinctly uninterested in the bipedal variety. There was something distinctly different about the light-haired man, though; a sharp edge of the leonine to his humanity. D noted it with interest.

"I heard your companion, and I simply wished to make sure she was not alone," D said mildly, sweeping his robe under his legs as he crouched a little closer to her. "Ah. Hello, miss." He offered a long-nailed hand for her to investigate.

[uowemeascream]

Creed raised an eyebrow as the kitten sniffed then sneezed. "She's not." Creed said gruffly. He turned back to his reading.

She batted at his leg, but he didn't pick her up. "Ya want up here, darlin', get up yourself." She just mewed.

[wandthief]

Gellert had the late afternoon shift, if Creed is still around. He went to the desk and straight for the computer to see if O'Brien had been messing with any of the files, since he'd been advised to check on that.

[uowemeascream]

Several hours in the library had given him a chance to look for several of his favourites. He'd finished The Art of War, in Chinese, and skimmed several other books.

He was back up and prowling the shelves, looking for something else. He had enough respect for the library to not light a cigar, but that didn't keep him from having one stuck between his teeth.

His hand reached out and snagged a book where it was knocked off the shelf. Creed glanced at the title, then plucked the kitten off the shelf, putting her back on his shoulder. He sniffed. New smell. He raised an eyebrow at the old man at the computer. His scent had been all over the library. Must be one that worked here.

[wandthief]

Gellert glanced up at the sound and as if sensing he was being watched. He gave Creed a pleasant-enough smile, though his eyes were sharp and watchful, clearly intelligent.

"Can I help you with something?"

[uowemeascream]

Creed shrugged. "Was looking for a book. Written by a CIA operative about questioning techniques used during the McCarthy years." He'd used some of the techniques, but a brush up never hurt. "Can't remember the name, though. Or the name of the operative that wrote it."

Damned memory.