Cat & Mouse

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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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Catra groaned, air whipping past her as she blinked groggily, confused by this new vantage point before that noise pushed its way back into her mind. She squirmed, all the warning Tony would get before her claws tore clean through the back of his suit, scrambling to climb up and over, leaping into the air like an angry cat who hasn't thought things through.

Despite the height she seemed to land all right, quickly taking off into a run on all fours.

[in_extremis]

She could squirm all she wanted, Tony thought, she didn't have anywhere to go--until the suit was overwhelming him with what felt like every possible warning as they discovered together that Catra could just rip through it, almost as shocking as the pain up his back that followed shortly after. He grunted in surprise, stumbling slightly in his already precarious control with one repulsor down, and was left whipping clumsily around as Catra easily took her chance to make her escape.

It took him longer to orient himself than it did for her, shocked once again that the fall didn't seem to cause any damage and leaving his strangled, "No!--Catra?" twisting up in confusion when he saw her hit the ground. He was inches behind her by then, but it wasn't quite enough as she bolted. Iron Man hit the ground as well to turn himself around before bursting after her in a cloud of dust and pebbles. "If this is some kind of game, we can play after you tell me what's going on!" he called.

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Catra ran at a fairly impressive pace on all fours, certainly faster than a human, though no where near as fast as any of the speedsters Tony might know. She evaded him, like he was the source of the noise, determined not to be caught again, dodging inside one of the first buildings she came across.

[in_extremis]

If Tony had anything to compare the speed to, it was definitely Tigra, but trying to calibrate with that in mind did not make him optimistic about this chase. In the wrong environment, Tigra was impossible to catch up with, too. And a cluster of crumbling buildings was the wrong environment.

Iron Man pulled up short as Catra darted inside, hovering briefly by the entrance as he considered the risk of bringing the whole place down if he tried to fly through. The math wasn't reassuring. Instead, he backed away, climbing and circling the structure slowly, panning through a variety of scans to pick up on any sound she made, body heat, something before she got too far away.

[heeeyadora]

These buildings weren't too different from from the Fright Zone, at least when it came to climbing. Catra leapt and scampered through as though she knew exactly where she was going, leaping from one building to the next, through and window and disappearing again, determined not to be caught.