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Sundara didn't even have hair. That's weird. The cat was like a cryptid really, all skin and bones and completely out of his mind. They had a gift, like the oracle of Delphi, prophesying the future...but was that real? Or was that all in their head? Today was one of those days their head was completely overshot with these said visions from the future.
"Aliens!" the mole-rat's eyes were popping out of its head, a cackle leaving its mouth, "the aliens are coming and they want to eat our toenails!!!!!!"
POSTEDOct 14, 2021 10:54:13 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"What in the hell are you on about this time?" meowed the unimpressed voice of the only other sentinel the Regime had. Of course, she'd be left with a nutjob to work with. The two hadn't interacted much, other than their freakish first encounter, but she was bored, and if there was one thing that was less boring than living in the Regime with a broken paw, it was a cat murmuring about aliens.
"Do you have squirrels in your brain or something, kid? Also who calls claws toenails??"
There weren't very many things that made Gossamer Alessandra Eerie speechless. Sundara managed to make her speechless, and she sat there, wide eyes staring at him, for a solid minute as she tried to figure out what in the world the other was trying to say.
"Did Braelynn give me too much pain medication? Is this a vivid hallucination? I always knew these damn tunnels were going to take my mind one of these days. Or are you having some sort of medical emergency? Should I be concerned about both of us?" she meowed finally, although the surprised look on her face didn't go away.
dm me if you want to listen to me ramble about the interstellar soundtrack
Post by achromatic on Oct 14, 2021 11:23:24 GMT -5
Suddenly, the cat seemed to be...well, even stranger than it usually was. Its eyes rolled back, only the whites showing, as if the mole creature had eaten one too many of those strange glowing rocks somewhere. Suddenly it was clutching onto Gossamer with a cackle in its voice, booming dark and heavy like a megaphone.
"After the third blackbird cry, when stars fall from the sky, a surrender shall cause an end to hunger," the creature spoke in a weird oracle voice.
A couple minutes later, a yawn left Sundara's mouth. "Sorry, that was a weird nap," they spoke as if nothing had happened just now, "Are you hungry? I'm in the mood for a lamb wrap."
POSTEDOct 18, 2021 15:03:54 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
"I don't know what that is," the other sentinel responded with a huff. "Look, I'm not judging that hard, but are you always like this? Or do I just happen to stumble on you every time you eat a few mushrooms you probably shouldn't have? I'm honestly dumbfounded every time I look at you, which I guess you should take as a compliment, but it's starting to unsettle me pretty damn good, kid."
Kier wasn’t a Regime cat but he was here. Why? Mind your business. He suddenly caught sight of Sundara from down the tunnel and came running like an obnoxious Victorian gawking at a freak. “Wow, you’re UGLY!” he said with that nasty, oblivious sort of delight that someone had when they hadn’t registered the ugly thing of their fixation might have feelings. “You telling prophecies, ugly? Tell mine.” This he said like a rich person would ask for something that they expected to be free of charge.
Post by achromatic on Oct 20, 2021 15:43:41 GMT -5
Sundara didn't know what the bat-looking goth chick was talking about, but it fixed its beady eyes upon the newcomer. "Prophecies don't come and go as you please, you should know that you little sleaze."
Still, the creature cackled as it stared into Kier's eyes. "You're an easy one to tell, does the word 'self-fulfilled prophecy' ring a bell? You're doomed to misery and self-inflicted gloom, beware your ego, it'll make you go BOOM!" The creature shrieked and cackled like a witch.
Everyone kept calling him a sleaze, which was funny considering he was a child. But he wasn't offended by it; he just found it terribly funny.
Kier chortled delightedly. “She’s good!” he said to the other cat, like Sundara were an animal juggling spoons in a zoo for the amusement of tourists. "Do another one. Sing a song." He poked it with a cruel paw.
Post by achromatic on Oct 21, 2021 16:10:09 GMT -5
Sundara did like singing. As much as he didn't want to appease that weird cat who her ugly, it seemed as if he would oblige.
Pulling out a guitar, the cat was now sitting in a darkened room, on a stool with a spotlight on him. "I don't know that song, but anyway, this one's called Wonderwall.
Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now Backbeat, the word is on the street That the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before But you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day But they'll never throw it back to you By now you should've somehow Realized what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now And all the roads that lead you there were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I Would like to say to you but I don't know how I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me (saves me) You're gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me) You're gonna be the one that saves me (that saves me)"
POSTEDOct 24, 2021 12:36:34 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Back when she was the Commander, the pale colored she-cat would have loved whatever this was. It would have been the perfect chance to laugh her tail off, much to the irritation of Shule. But, Gossamer was trying to be a little more responsible, mostly because she was faced with the reality that if she didn't keep the sentinel duty done, it would be that freak that would have to do them.
She looked back and forth between the two of them, before her gaze settled on Kier-kun. "Now who the hell are you? And why are you here and encouraging Sundara?" Her words were more stressed out than their normal amused. "God, maybe I should cut back on the pain killers," she grumbled to herself.
At the back of the darkened room within which Sundara was playing, Kier was sat alone in the audience, cheering loudly and clapping. When the vision ended and they were back in the tunnels, he laughed delightedly and bounced up and down like a kid wanting to be lifted up again. "I'm Kier," he answered Gossamer disinterestedly, glancing at her only briefly before looking back at the hairless FREAK. "Sundara? Is that its name? Where'd you get it? I want one. I'll make it do my cleaning and maybe I can call it Mother and it can finally love me."
When it offered to switch to dancing, Kier was about to start clapping again when Gossamer interrupted him. He ducked in front of her to get in Sundara's sight again. "No no no, the quiet game's a lie, don't fall for it, my Mother always wants to play it with me and it's no fun. Dance instead!"
dm me if you want to listen to me ramble about the interstellar soundtrack
Post by achromatic on Oct 25, 2021 18:03:57 GMT -5
Sundara did a fortnite dance, because why not. "Yes I do the cooking, no I don't do the cleaning," it announced, "Yes I keep bananas real sweet for your eating, yes I be the boss yes you be respecting."
He clearly got the lyrics all wrong but he's a mole rat. What do you expect?
Kier, though very well-spoken, was still just a kid. So he loved Sundara’s fortnite dancing. He would probably have been the type to flirt with every gamer girl over voice chat while simultaneously patronising them and then learn to hack just so he could ruin the life of any guy who either won or got an online gf when he didn't.
"That was amazing," he said admiringly. "Here's my card." He handed it a perfect, neat business card that said KIER on it in all capitals and then three sentences underneath in code. On the back was a tinder profile where his height had been crossed out to add another inch.
POSTEDOct 26, 2021 21:27:49 GMT -5 TO renegade regime
Gossamer Alessandra didn't often look like she was about to pound her head into the wall. Today, though, she definitely did. "How about this," the other Sentinnel offered. "If you want Sundara so bad, why don't you take Sundara and go back to... where ever you belong. You get Sundara, I get an afternoon of peace and quiet. Feels like a we both get what we want, right?" Was the former commander really in a position to offer up her co-sentinel? Probably not, but it wouldn't be the first thing Shule yelled at her about that day.
"Excellent!" Kier whipped out the black leather, studded collar and leash he had on him at all times and looped it around Sundara's neck, fastening it with a little click. "Come on, pet. Pleasure doing business with you," he added to Gossamer - though, of course, ah-ha-ha, truly doing business with a woman was a laughable concept. He tugged on the leash as he marched off, trying to pull the thing down the tunnel.