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prismatica2020-01-06 08:01 pm
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Video | un: Оцелотовая Хватка (Forward dated start of Cordis)
[The video feed opens with a small cat perched on it's haunches in front of the device in, obviously filming from one of the standard apartments. Eagle eyed viewers could probably spot some thin wires in the background threaded taut between walls and furniture.
Then it talks in the voice of a fairly gruff sounding older man.]
I usually stick to text with this thing, but as you can presumably see, Cordis has hit me a little harder than usual.
[While absolutely capable of not doing it, talking with his hands was very close to downright instinctual. With paws though, it's more like he's batting an invisible toy. Especially being a type of spotted cat that isn't all that much bigger than a domestic kitten as a fully grown adult and having his wrist rotation limited.]
So I'll get straight to the point: could someone please come open my apartment door?
I can unlock it and turn the handle, but I can't get the momentum to pull it open.
I'm pretty sure just one of my guns weighs more than I do right now.
[ooc: since he'll need assistance multiple times throughout cordis I figure there's no reason for this not to happen more than once even if he only posts the one message to the network.]
Then it talks in the voice of a fairly gruff sounding older man.]
I usually stick to text with this thing, but as you can presumably see, Cordis has hit me a little harder than usual.
[While absolutely capable of not doing it, talking with his hands was very close to downright instinctual. With paws though, it's more like he's batting an invisible toy. Especially being a type of spotted cat that isn't all that much bigger than a domestic kitten as a fully grown adult and having his wrist rotation limited.]
So I'll get straight to the point: could someone please come open my apartment door?
I can unlock it and turn the handle, but I can't get the momentum to pull it open.
I'm pretty sure just one of my guns weighs more than I do right now.
[ooc: since he'll need assistance multiple times throughout cordis I figure there's no reason for this not to happen more than once even if he only posts the one message to the network.]
Oh he did, that's the truly fun part. Because they did put him in charge of monitoring the system
[Sure he's basically a fucking bullet wizard but he needed something with a little more range and muzzle velocity, just in case. And it's basically the same thing as the PSG 1 just military, lighter, and more customizable.]
It's less about keeping people out and more for having warning. Makes sure no one gets shot for innocent mistakes while still defending myself as needed.
Of course right now it's easier to just hide.
[Though if push came to shove, black footed cats were very much legendary for their level of hunting success and ability to murder things much larger than themselves through pure tenacity.]
my canon is much simpler. just a bunch of rolling lariats and gorilla press slams and s c i e n c e
Honestly, whatever reason you have it's none of my business and I understand it. We've only so much privacy here. Haven't found bugs in my room, but I don't trust the people here. Not really, anyway.
[ Jill raises her eyebrows, unsure if he's actually joking or not, but she still laughs as she works with the tactic pack she has, unzipping it while she crouches. The modest lockpick set is visible within it, but that's not what she's going for -- it's all about the screwdriver now. ]
So, you normally this cute? [ Casual and conversationally, like it's no big deal to suddenly transform into a cat. Jill is working at the door with expert precision, humming a little before carrying on, pausing to put her hands to each side of her head and hold up the index finger, flexing it. ] I don't often get ears, but it's usually a tail. Sanguis.
[ She's quick to carry on with her work, taking it more seriously than the tone of the conversation. ]
no subject
I'm obviously adorable.
[He had to say it, the welcome mat was rolled out and everything.
Even without being highly adaptable, he could be laid up in a hospital bed full of holes and then calmly explain intel. It didn't hurt he'd had time to himself to shove aside the worst mental hurdles about his current situation and get his poker face on before he even touched sending out the network message.]
No, cats are definitely cuter, and I'm at least twice the age of almost everyone here.
I usually get ears and tail from the cycle and been working on controlling them since the first transformation.