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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catching was a lot harder with him. He sighs and dances away again.

"Kitty-cat, you need to chill or I will have to knock you out. I don't wanna do that."

Catra pants, wanting to catch her breath, but quickly overcome with the desire to lash out again, more and more exhausted and frustrated as she tries to keep up.

"St- hhhh- " she growls in frustration, and tries to take off after someone in the distance instead.

Wait, what? No. Tommy rushes after her, grabbing Catra's shoulder.

"Woah, come on, calm down. You're going to regret what you're doing, Catra. Please. Let me help you. What's wrong?"

Her fur and hair stands end, flinching at the unexpected touch, and her head turns abruptly to try and clamp her teeth around the offending hand. It's a more fearful reaction than hostile at the moment, startled into unpleasant memories.

Shit, fuck, no, teeth coming out. Tommy dodges, mostly. There is a brief nip of his skin, but it does draw blood and he recoils from her.

"Shit. What happened to fucking friendship!"

She can taste the blood on her tongue, face twisting, and she tries to hold her ears down flat against her head, panting with the effort of resisting the noise.

"Can't- nn- st-..."

Can't what? Her ears? Tommy frowns and moves forward again, carefully. On a hunch his hands come up to cover her ears. Maybe that will help some.

If only he knew what was going on. He could definitely try and experiment with making noises to counter it. But he doesn't know his powers enough to be certain he could do that.

It seems to work, at least partially, sighing in a sort of pained relief, hands jumping desperately over his to try and block it out further.

"Can't you hear it?"

Well, that's interesting.

"No," Tommy admits. "But... I can feel a vibration in the air. Way past what I could normally sense, but it's pinging off of my other powers."

His explosions manipulated things by vibration. So... he could just barely sense it.

The sound still isn't entirely drowned out, Catra clearly struggling to keep her cool, fur standing on end, tail twitching in irritation.

And now that she's still it's easier to see that he's not the first person she's gone after, she's littered with bruises and blood, not having a very good time of things at all.

"I just want it to stop."

Oh Catra, you're hurting, and Tommy hates it. He just wants to talk to her, but it's not going to work.

"I can take you where you can't hurt people."

IT's the least thing he can do.

She looks conflicted, part of her still very much wanting to hurt others, and even the part that doesn't want to doesn't care all that much, but she gives a reluctant sort of nod of permission.

Maybe he can take her somewhere she can't hear the noise either.

"Do it."

Alright then. Tommy sighs over what he has to do next.

"Try not to bite my throat out."

IT's a risk he's aware of, because to pick her up he's going to have to uncover her ears, at least with his hands. So he could get hurt. But heroes go into solving problems with that knowledge. So he does so before picking Catra up into his arms and taking off, full speed. It doesn't take too much effort for him to bolt off. It's to the beach, then over the water, throwing up a whole spume behind them. The island, that's his goal. Probably too far for her to easily swim back to the shore, and other than himself, only the people that could fly would be able to get to her.

This, Tommy knew when he put her down toward the middle of the vacation island, with its broken down buildings, was about the best he could do.

"I'll bring food to this spot multiple times a day, just in case you need it. And clean water. When you feel like it's safe for you to be around others, call me, I'll bring you back."

In fact, he might well stick around a bit, just to keep her safe from spiders if they can get here.

The speed seems to have rattled her, Catra taking a half step before falling over with a dizzy groan. It at least seems to distract her well enough from attacking. Or from yelling at Tommy for stranding her on a bit of land SURROUNDED by water.

She groggily recovers her ears and turns her head to deliver a weak glare for the state she's in, though deep down she's grateful.

"I'm sorry," Tommy says, and then he bolts off.

He really does hate this.

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