revivalproject | Cat & Mouse

WHO: Catra, Tony, OTA
WHERE: The Forge, Various Locations in Temba
WHAT: THE NOISE
WHEN: The start of the event
WARNINGS: Violence, Will update as needed.
Note:'First' is for Tony, 'And Then' is for anyone else. Respond it whichever tense/style you prefer and I will match.

FIRST

The noise at first made its way into Catra's dreams, distant, something she wasn't quite aware of as the world twisted around her, dreams becoming nightmares. The noise became more and more apparent, Catra tossing and turning before awaking in a foul mood.

She pressed her ears flat against her head with a sullen frown. What was that??? The source wasn't immediately apparent, but she had a good guess, stalking her way towards the forge. Tony was usually the one responsible for ungodly noises doing whatever it was he did in there.

"Turn it offfff," she growled, letting herself in, tail twitching and swaying in irritation behind her.

AND THEN

Catra ran, sometimes on two legs, sometimes on all fours, trying to escape the noise, trying to stop it. And in her irrational state she concluded anyone and anything in her way must be the source of it. She pounced out of the blue, eyes wild, and claws sharp. Hope you're ready for the chase, little mouse. Catra isn't going to listen to reason right now.

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Obi-Wan blinked back at her as a bit of recognition came to mind. Hadn't he seen her on the network? Spoke to her even? He didn't have time to think long though before she was coming at him again, not unlike other creatures that had attacked him. Was that noise affecting her as well? Only one way to find out.

Putting out his hands, Obi-Wan tried to use the Force to influence her mind.

"Stop! You don't want to hurt me."

"..." Catra slowed, before coming to a halt all together, though it seemed some part of her was fighting the compulsion.

"I don't...want to hurt you-" she repeated with some difficulty.

"And I don't want to hurt you..." Obi-Wan said evenly, feeling her fighting the compulsion and trying to calm her mind.

"I want to help you."

Keeping his focus on calming her mind, Obi-Wan carefully stepped forward. His hands reaching down to remove his belt and tossing it aside with his lightsaber. He then removed the obi around his waste and tore off two little strip of fabric.

"That noise is affecting you. I'm going to try to block it out."

Her ears twitched, tail swaying anxiously the closer Obi-Wan got, taking a half step back. The calm was working, but only just, and she eyed him distrustfully, not a fan of her personal space being invaded, despite how often she invaded others.

"It won't....stop-"

“We will find a way to make it stop,” Obi-Wan says, still trying to get closer, carefully.

“Until then, ear plugs may be the best option. If you’ll allow me.”

The Jedi wads up the pieces of fabric, holding them up to show her. He will try to get close enough to stick them in her ears. If she resists, he will try to press the mental persuasion. Though he would rather not if he can help it.

Her expression was still distrustful, ears folding back low before hesitantly lifting back up so he can make his attempt. Catra's jaw was tight, clearly fighting not to lash out again, or bolt.

"Just...do it," she grumbled.

Do it he did. The Jedi stepping forward and placing his hands by Catra’s ears. Carefully, but firmly, he pushes the fabric into them. Making sure the pieces are crammed in there securely before stepping back.

“How is that?”

Hopefully, it would do the trick.

She could still hear it, wincing some, but nodding. The cloth muffled it enough that the urge it sparked somewhere deep inside was quieted for the time being.

She licked at one of her cuts with a frown, head aching from the noise, and the many hits she's taken thorough out the day, smoothing her hands over her ears to try and soothe herself.

"You really don't hear it?"

"I can a little bit. Not enough to affect me, but I can certainly sense the discontent."

It had him on edge a bit. There was a very noticeable disturbance in the Force and he didn't like it. Pulling his hands back, he held one out and summoned his lightsaber back to him with his belt. Putting it around his waist again.

"Are you going to be alright?"

There was still a certain wildness to her eyes, but it seemed to be tentatively held in check, and Catra gave an uncertain nod, features stiffening to put on a more guarded expression.

"I'm fine," she grumbled, seeming to be uncomfortable with just how vulnerable the situation had left her.

It doesn’t take the Force to see she was trying to put on a tough front. He could feel her frustration as well. Obi-Wan is still concerned about her well being, but Catra would likely rebuff any further offer of help.

“Good. Though I’m not so certain about myself. Fighting all of these creatures is wearing me down. I could use some back up.”

Which isn’t entirely untrue, though really he wants to keep Catra close to keep an eye on her.

"..." For a short moment it looks as though Catra won't play along, but she belatedly offers a tired smirk.

"You gonna let me use your laser stick?" she probes with a hopeful purr.

“The laser stick only works for me,” Obi-Wan says without missing a beat.

Not exactly true but not exactly a lie either. The work best with Force sensitive individuals. Of which Catra is certainly not and he wasn’t about to let her run rampant with his most precious and dangerous possession.

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