revivalproject | Purrfect Distraction

WHO: Catra, Open
WHERE: Graq Homeworld
WHAT: Sulking, mischief, etc.
WHEN: Post event
WARNINGS: TBD

It wasn't like Catra even wanted to go back to Etheria. There was nothing for her there. No one that cared if she came back. So she definitely wasn't upset to find out they were still stuck here. Not at all. And anyone who questions that better be ready to dodge a punch.

Here is as good as anywhere.

But the Agrii are way too friendly and touchy-feely for her, so when the opportunity arises to ditch with a group taking the Graq home she jumps on it.

She regrets it a little once she finds out where they live. It reminds her of the Whispering Woods, and if she seems a little on edge that's totally your imagination, shut up! But the trees and villages hidden among them are easy enough for her to climb, jumping down abruptly without thought to who she might startle below, looking to trade some of the medical junk she and Chikai had stolen, and anything else she can find along the way is fair game, whether it belongs to you, the Graq or anyone else.

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"...huh. Weird. I figured you were just born that way. We have loads of people like that in Etheria. No turtle people that I've met, but there's lizards and stuff, so they're probably out there?" She shrugs a shoulder. "Which is better, normal turtle or humanoid?"

The turtle shakes his head. "I've met alien salamanders and dinosaurs but the only turtle people have been me, my brothers and Slash." His former pet turtle, but he supposes it'd be a hassle trying to explain how that happened.

Catra's question gets another snort. "Humanoid, obviously. I'd rather be a mutant than a regular turtle any day."

"I'm the only cat person I've ever met," she offers almost absently, like it's not a big deal. You get used to it.

"Yeah, harder for people to step on you this way too, I bet," she teases with a toothy grin.

"I gotta admit, you're the only one I've ever met. The only mutant cat I've come across is the one now made out of ice cream that Mikey keeps in our freezer." That's...also a weird story that he's not entirely sure about the details, but you don't need many if you knew Michelangelo. "Guess you're cooler than an ice cream kitty."

He scowls at her then, if briefly. "You better believe it," he retorts with a harsh grin. "I'll step on them first."

"What's ice cream?" Clearly the most important detail of that story. It sounds like a food.

She laughs, and arches a brow. "I think you might be all right. You're not as boring as I first thought."

Getting questions like that throw him a little. It's things you never really think about because everyone's usually on the same page as you. "Oh, uh...it's a kind of dessert. It's sweet and creamy- and it has to be kept cold or it'll melt." Hence why their cat lives in the freezer.

Raphael huffs and folds his arms. "Boring!! Hah! Just be glad you're stuck with me and not Donnie. He's the one that'd bore you to death talking about technical things."

"Like snow? It sounds interesting."

"Ugggh," she makes a face, "Sounds like Entrapta. She was always going on and on about all that boring junk it was so annoy-" she pauses partway through and blanches a little. Not the memories she wants to dwell on.

Close enough, Raphael figures. "Kind of? It's milk-based. Not as icy."

His brow quirks as Catra breaks off then, blinking at her expression. "-yeah, exactly that. Donnie practically speaks his own language for all the crazy science terms he throws at us." He shakes his head, looking away for a moment as he tries not to think about how much he misses his brothers.

"...Right." She nods, though there's no recognition on her face. Milk seems to be another thing she hasn't had the pleasure of encountering yet.

"So he's the smart one, what's that make you, mm?"

"...." Seriously? He is not going to go into an entire background on ice cream and cows. He's not particularly sure about the steps in between anyway.

"Me? I'm the muscle." Raphael can't help but grin a bit, punching a fist into palm.

"Heh-" Catra chuckles and gives him a once over. "I guess I could see that. Some people might find you intimidating."

Raphael scowls at her. "More than you'd think. So what about you? What do you do? Aside from jump on people?"

"Second in command of the Horde," she replies easily, giving him a look. Probably not anymore, after Hordak tried to kill her, but Raph doesn't need to know that. "So, you know, leader type."

It probably would have stung a little had he come from much earlier than he was now. He's learned a lot about the responsibilities of being a leader since then to know it's not a position to be too envious about. He's come to practically be second-in-command whenever Leo's not there anyway.

"Huh. Horde of what?"

"Just...the Horde. That's what we're called. The Horde." Her cheeks grow a bit hot and she scowls.

"Oh. Uh, okay then." Raphael looks a little unsure about what to make of it. He supposes an army or whatever that just goes by the Horde must be impressive, otherwise it'd just be kind of embarrassing.

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