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revivalproject2021-12-12 11:39 pm
deal_me_in) wrote in revivalproject2021-12-12 11:39 pm
♤ I'd Like to File a Complaint
WHO: Cayde-6 and the usual suspects
WHERE: The Librarary
WHAT: After being disarmed by her less than charming personality, Cayde goes to inform Jon and Tony of Catra's troubling life decisions.
WHEN: After this and nowish or something? /*slides numbers around*
WARNINGS: Mention of robot dismemberment?
He hadn't been so much in shock as exasperated the last time he'd gotten his arm shot off. There was a lot going on, he had a vital part of a mission to be completing and it was easier to be frustrated over the fact that he could only commit to one thing or another and not multitask while shooting space rhinos. It was a busy day, but all in the line of duty.
This had caught him completely off guard.
True, Catra or Prime or whoever was picking the cat girl's new hairstyle and questionable fashion taste had been acting off enough that he'd been cautious. But then it was also true that he'd gotten a bit careless, trying to rile up an unknown entity that had apparently moved in and set up shop with no hint as to the actual Catra's whereabouts. Maybe he'd wanted to believe that he could find a chink in the armor, coax out some hint of the guarded, knife-thieving but sincere girl that he was more familiar with. It was always hard finding your enemy wearing the face of a friend, and it was that mismatch that shook him, especially outside of some twisted fantasy realm.
Cayde arrived at the library with a bottle of Corellian ale in his remaining hand and his right arm slung over the same shoulder in an obviously impossible position were the thing connected where it was supposed to be. He sought out the couch he'd brought in a few months back, dropping down on it without much ceremony, using his jaw to pop the cap of the bottle before taking a swig, watching as a couple of mothcats flitted over to paw at the rolling bottlecap once it pinged off the floor.
WHERE: The Librarary
WHAT: After being disarmed by her less than charming personality, Cayde goes to inform Jon and Tony of Catra's troubling life decisions.
WHEN: After this and nowish or something? /*slides numbers around*
WARNINGS: Mention of robot dismemberment?
He hadn't been so much in shock as exasperated the last time he'd gotten his arm shot off. There was a lot going on, he had a vital part of a mission to be completing and it was easier to be frustrated over the fact that he could only commit to one thing or another and not multitask while shooting space rhinos. It was a busy day, but all in the line of duty.
This had caught him completely off guard.
True, Catra or Prime or whoever was picking the cat girl's new hairstyle and questionable fashion taste had been acting off enough that he'd been cautious. But then it was also true that he'd gotten a bit careless, trying to rile up an unknown entity that had apparently moved in and set up shop with no hint as to the actual Catra's whereabouts. Maybe he'd wanted to believe that he could find a chink in the armor, coax out some hint of the guarded, knife-thieving but sincere girl that he was more familiar with. It was always hard finding your enemy wearing the face of a friend, and it was that mismatch that shook him, especially outside of some twisted fantasy realm.
Cayde arrived at the library with a bottle of Corellian ale in his remaining hand and his right arm slung over the same shoulder in an obviously impossible position were the thing connected where it was supposed to be. He sought out the couch he'd brought in a few months back, dropping down on it without much ceremony, using his jaw to pop the cap of the bottle before taking a swig, watching as a couple of mothcats flitted over to paw at the rolling bottlecap once it pinged off the floor.