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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 17, 2009 18:11:14 GMT -5
It vaguely worried Tanya that she no longer had her own heightened senses; "vaguely" because most of her mind was busy screaming at her to run away, blue eyes wide. It didn't help that her speed was hindered by the theatrical debris strewn about, and soon she found that she was blocked, between a pile of crates and the cat.
She cowered, holding her hands up protectively and shivering. "Oh, please don't kill me, please...I'm just here to be a singer...please..." Her fear of cats hadn't exactly decreased, since the last time she'd met one he had tried to kill her entire family.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 18:15:43 GMT -5
Carlos had never really frightened anyone this way, before. Oh, he'd thrown his weight around, cowed lesser beings into submission when they dared to cross him (or when they dared to let him think they might), but to smell the fear, visceral, physical, was amazing.
Of course he wasn't going to kill her. He wasn't even interested in touching her, hadn't intended even to scare her. But it was somewhat delicious, wasn't it? He saw that she was trapped, so he slowly walked up to her, knowing he had no expression for her to read, and stood directly in front of her. He wasn't as large as a lion; more like a large dog. But large enough. He sat, prim and straight, and stared up at her, unblinking, thinking it would disturb her more than anything else.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 17, 2009 18:21:07 GMT -5
It was rather unfair to Tanya, really; she was, after all, a mouse, and naturally her reaction was fear, in whatever form. Still, she couldn't help but stare in fear, backing up against the crates, her nose twitching somewhat. Of all the things to find in an opera!
Further, it was strange that she couldn't tell what his mood was; normally, she could read the facial expression on any animal, even cats. Maybe human just weren't so good at that. Considering her normal size, anyway, having even a feline that size near her was terrifying, yes, and she tried to edge away as he came up. No luck. At last, she squeaked: "W-what are you doing? You're not going to h-hurt me...?"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 17, 2009 18:27:31 GMT -5
Of course he knew it wasn't fair--she was terrified. And there that scent was--she smelled, faintly, of rat. Or mouse. Whatever, it was underlying her human smell, and that was odd. Or maybe that was just what "fear" smelled like. He tilted his head at her, wishing he could let fly with some pithy remark that would cap it all off, but obviously unable to.
Instead, he raised a paw, looked down, and began licking it, which was the cat equivalent anyway.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 17, 2009 18:33:36 GMT -5
Well, she had put up with similar circumstances, and she tried forcing herself to calm down. She did wonder if he could tell what she was; if so, she was in even more trouble. Still, she took deep breaths, watching him anxiously.
His gesture seemed to express it all, and she sighed, though still afraid. "So...so...I'm, um, I'm Tanya..."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 9:50:00 GMT -5
Carlos stopped, looking up at her incredulously. This woman was talking to a cat? A cat she thought was going to eat her, no less. The fact that he could understand her didn't make the unreasonableness of her assuming he could any less silly.
He yawned hugely, showing his teeth, and the stood and stretched luxuriously.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 18, 2009 12:12:03 GMT -5
Oh, she knew perfectly well he could understand her. In fact, she thought she had it figured out, from what she'd seen: anims could talk to animals, but not humans, but they could understand them. It was strange. Still, she wasn't going to let on what she was.
She startled again at his teeth, and backed up a little. "And...I'm just going to back away...I don't want any trouble..."
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 18, 2009 12:19:20 GMT -5
Maybe she was like him, he thought suddenly. Except a rat version. He chuckled, because that was just too funny and made him feel much better about his own condition. It sounded like a sort of snort. Bored now, not really interested in toying with her beyond the initial shock, he stood and turned away, gracefully unconcerned.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 21, 2009 23:14:15 GMT -5
((Sorry.))
Eyeing him warily, Tanya found an opportunity to flee, and was about to take it when she heard him. Was he...? Oh, yes, he was actually making fun of her. Well, crazy as it might sound, there was no way she was going to put up with that.
"Now you wait just a minute!" she demanded, turning around and pointing a finger.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 23, 2009 14:38:17 GMT -5
((Sorry? Don't be. There's honestly not a lot he can do, mute.))
Incredulous, Carlos turned around. Or rather, craned his shaggy head over his shoulder. His expression all but demanded, "What?"
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Mar 30, 2009 7:10:39 GMT -5
((And I'm back. Apologies.))
Now that she'd managed to work up the nerve, Tanya could be indignant. "What was the meaning of that?" she demanded, pointing a finger accusatorily. "Sneaking up on a poor girl and scaring her half to death! Really! You should be ashamed!"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Mar 30, 2009 9:53:54 GMT -5
Of course Carlos wasn't, not at all, and didn't look it, either. Not that cats were very good at looking ashamed. He could, however, roll his eyes in a very not-cat-like gesture, snorting likewise a rather human-ish snort. It was fun, and her pleasure (or not) hardly mattered. He got little enough fun anymore, as it was. Wasn't like she was hurt.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Apr 1, 2009 4:28:44 GMT -5
It occurred to Tanya that she might not have to be afraid after all; this time, after all, the advantage was hers at least in some way, and now she was upset. Of course it didn't disturb her to see him acting human; she was, obviously, used to it. "Do you think it's fun?" she went on, guessing correctly and her temper flaring up for once and going on a more general rant. "Well, maybe you oughtn't push the weaker people around all the time, va tupoumnii kot!"
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Post by Carlos Castro on Apr 1, 2009 12:04:55 GMT -5
This, of course, only served to make Carlos laugh. Or he would have. He was something of a bully, after all, and living with Erik gave him little leeway to push anyone around. It was fun, and no one was going to convince him otherwise. Besides, this was nothing. He sat down, opening his eyes innocently wide. He had no idea what she'd said at the end, there, but he hoped it was dirty.
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Post by Tanya Mousekewitz on Apr 5, 2009 15:41:07 GMT -5
Tanya glared at him, or at least did as well as she could; she was hardly very intimidating even when she tried. Nonetheless, she stamped her foot to make it clear she was serious here--not that her insult had in fact been dirty, as she wasn't the kind to say things like that. "That's it! I really am sick and tired of being pushed around by cats, and even though you can't talk to me now apparently, I'm going to give you a piece of my mind!"
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