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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:36 am
Gautier smiled. "Alright. They are in one of our scouts' room, correct?" He followed the medic, flicking the ash off his cigarette again before taking another drag. He would need to get more soon, his cigarettes were going missing as well. Whoever was taking those would be strangled in their sleep once he learned who was doing it, as it was somewhat difficult to get them. Stepping out into the hallway, he started walking, putting his free hand into his pocket and looking back to check if the medic was following. "How long have you been in this line of work? I'm curious, seeing as most of our teammates look rather new," Gautier explained, steering himself in the direction of the scout's room which contained the final kitten.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:51 am
"Vell, I vould zink so. Ze scout gave Vhiskers to me, but I vould guess zat ze scout would keep them in his room" Lanzo answered the question about the felines, the next question made Lanzo nervous. It was very personally for the Doctor, anything about the past he considered personal and private. "A vhile, I vound up here around zree years ago... Ze job pays me vell, so I keep loyal to ze job." the German answered, he didn't like these kinds of questions. Heading down the hall faster, he was trying to drop everything as he didn't want the spy on his case about hiding things. Lanzo didn't hide anything, he choose not to be open and for good reasons.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 12:59 am
Gautier looked back, noticing the medic sounded a bit strained. He obviously didn't like being questioned about his past, so Gautier dropped the subject. "Whiskers?" the spy asked, wondering if the 'Vhiskers' was part of the medic's accent or just his name. He figured that the name belonged to one of the kittens, and scanned his memory. He hadn't seen the cat in the medic's room, so maybe he was around somewhere else. He reached the scout's door and knocked twice, in case anyone was in there. Hearing nothing, he opened the door slowly, looking around. Hearing a mew, he looked around to see the tortoiseshell kitten he wanted crouched down on a shelf screwed into the wall. He glanced to the floor, seeing nothing that would help the kitten get up there, and blinked. "How did you get up there," he said out loud, gently easing the kitten off of the shelf and into his arms.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:19 am
"Vhiskers, it is ze cat zat I adopted" Lanzo answered the man, he didn't quite see his accent any more amonst people. It was there however, just not as thick as it once had been three years ago. The two finally stopping, the medic looking over the door for anything characterizing it. Aside from red paint and a couple dents, but it seemed like he stood at the Scout's door with the Spy for a good five minutes. Finally the spy opened the door, the medic frowned lightly as he would have to remember locking his door. Sometimes he didn't answer because he didn't want to be bothered, honestly it would look bad if he was in his room while the spy was knocking for him.
Once the men entered the Medic again observed the room, it smelled like a teenager room and was much like any normal one he entered. Noticing the small kitten up on the shelf, he gave it a small smile but went back to his neutral face quickly. Appoarching the cat in the spies arms, petting its head gently and looking towards the door. "Lets get out of here, I don't want the youth getting upset. Ja?" The Medic suggested, it wasn't he was scared to be in trouble. Its just he didn't want to look rude, after all he was considerably the therapist for the team as well. So setting a example was key, at least for the Medic.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:36 am
Gautier nodded and smiled as the RED medic came up and petted the kitten, watching the small cat purr and press into his touch. The kitten proceeded to climb up onto his shoulder, and Gautier patted him gently. "Whiskers... Okay. This one will be Gustave then... Or Gus, as the scout suggested," the spy said as he rubbed the male kitten's head softly. He nodded again when Doctor Klossner said they should leave and walked towards the door, continuing to rub his new kitten's head. "I wonder where the mother feline went," the RED said out loud, waiting for the medic in the hallway.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 9:59 am
Rather than flicking, Kar pressed her pointer finger to his nose, in a way similar to a taller kid holding his palm against a shorter kid's forehead. The kitten eyed it curiously as she slowly drew her finger away to start reshuffling. "Besides it's one more battle scar to show off to the ladies."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:32 pm
(( Lol. Momma cat is a very angry kitteh. ))
Jeff started to laugh, but stopped and stared at the door to the common room as though something evil had just seeped in.
He was receiving quite the same look from a rather large, orange tabby. Her hackles were raised and her tail was a giant puff. A low growl emitted from her, and Jeff bristled visibly.
"I thought I got rid of that damn cat." He grumbled, watching as the feline strode into the room, keeping to the walls. She didn't like that lanky boy, oh no. He'd interrupted her mothering and chased off her mate. Oh, she'd claw his eyes out...
Jeff was having similar thoughts about the momma cat, consequently.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 1:50 pm
"Oh jeez." she took a look at the angry feline. "Y'need help?" she'd drop the cards in an instant to join in regardless of asking. She was used to dealing with nasty things, people even, and fairly was sure Sniper had at some point as well.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:19 pm
Sniper looked from Jeff to Karlii. Jeff no longer looked like harmless kid he assumed before, he looked like he was ready to strangle something. Kar's expression was more observant, but he noticed her body was poised to react at any moment. After hearing the low growl behind him, he turned around, now understanding their reactions.
"Bloody hell."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:23 pm
"Nah, I got it." Jeff said, getting up slowly. Momma cat stopped, and glared at Jeff, who was pretty sure that this would be the only cat he'd ever truly /hate/. Momma cat crouched down, and Jeff sat Bialy down on the crate.
About three seconds later, Jeff had a face-full of claws, teeth, and Orange fur on his hands.
"AUGH!" He tripped over his chair and fell, flinging the cat away from him, before rolling over onto his stomach. "********>
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:38 pm
Sniper drew in a breath and let it out with a small whistle. Being the closer of the two, he gave out his hand to help Jeff up.
"You might want to go get looked at." he stated simply, eyeing the beast with the corner of his eye.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:40 pm
Her eyes never left the offending creature. "What circle of Hell did she come from?" she moved closer to Jeff, subconsciously in a defensive stance. "Ser's right, you better get to Doc before she's ready for round two."
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 2:57 pm
"She's certainly a piece of work, ain't she?" Jeff said, getting up. He accepted Sniper's hand and staggered to his feet. He had a set of claw marks on his cheek, and was pretty sure they were going to leave a mark. He was glad that his eyes were shut, otherwise they'd probably be missing.
((Dinner and cleaning the ferret cage after. Be back in two hours or so. ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 3:05 pm
"Let's hope she's aware she's not the only one who can be Queen b***h. It's not a pretty sight, I'll tell you that." the two females stared each other down malevolently. Kar admired the killer instinct in the cat, but she pointed it in the wrong direction. Luckily Jeff was too hurt, or she'd become another trophy.
[[I'll be around, I've got my book. XD]]
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 4:04 pm
(( Back. ))
"I'll go waddle down to Doc's office and see if he's there." Jeff sighed, refraining from rubbing at his now-bleeding face. "Gotta put a bell on that ******** cat.." He grumbled, starting out of the common room and down towards the medical ward.
Oliver mewled, and wobbled off the table, following Jeff out of the Common room.
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