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Post by Sakao Kuro-Nihoto on Nov 17, 2008 19:59:57 GMT -5
Station Square was once a very busy little place, filled with people of all sizes and shapes, through times have fallen, times have changed as the world falls into the ice age. Though the little people of Station Square survive, none dare to go outside, no one wants to deal with the cold, the bitter wind is only for the bold.
Sakao recited this to herself in a soft voice as she sat on one of the buildings. Powder resting on her head and shoulders as the small flakes melted as soon as they touched her warm fur. The black cat, despite no having a winter coat dealt with the cold extremely well. Almost to well...though such is reserved for a later story. The black feline's eye looked down at the world below, small shapes of those brave enough to face the cold appearing in and out of the fog of white. Some trailed multi colored scarves behind them, pom poms waving up and down from their beanies as their frost-bitten mittens reached for some form of comfort.
The dark depths of her blind eye seemed to spark with old fire as the ice caught sunlight and captured it within its prism. A complex crystal of everlasting walls and bends that reflected the white light's true form, the rainbow of color. Her living eye widened a bit as she thought back to when the ice age had yet to begin, when it rained every summer. The cat hated rain dearly, so she always grimaced the outdoors for jobs she was assigned to. However.. when she looked up to when those dark clouds cleared, and the last drop had fallen, she cherished that rainbow, more than ever now. The ice and snow would never produce what the rain did.
Sakao's living eye wandered back up to the pale blue-white sky. No clouds covered overhead, but the dim light above meant the sun was still there, just hiding behind a curtain of white. She snorted, getting up, her mismatching paws struggling up as the black cat stretched her stiff muscles. Had she really just slept up here? A curious black pupil drifted down towards the imprint in the roof top's snow. Yeah. She did. Sakao tipped her head to the side, forcing pressure until she was rewards with a loud, resounding,'CRRRrrraaccckkk!' She shook herself, sending any snow on her body flying away from her patched up pants.
Her black and white layered shirt seemed fine, as well as the white cloak she had used as a make-shift blanket. Sakao had to bend down to pick it up, inspecting some damp marks and bit and pieces of snow trapped in its white fibers, eh, it was fine. Nothing a little washing couldn't do to fix it. Sakao dusted it off a bit, shaking it in the dieing wind before she draped it over her shoulders, her bandaged fingers fumbling with the tie. The short half tail lashed lightly. It took awhile for her to get up, didn't it? Well, the cat needed some preparation, it wasn't like she could just get up and leave with snow on her, have a little cleanliness, folks.
Crossing her arms, Sakao looked about, surveying her previous sleeping ground. A rather tall building next to a sky scraper. Nice. The menacing green hue inspected the icy monolith that rose up from the icy ground. Fun stuff. She wondered when the sky scraper froze over, and if there were still people inside, but the cat didn't really bother to think to deeply about it. Sakao did rely more on instinct than anything else here.
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Post by ::.S.O.N.I.C.:: on Nov 17, 2008 21:10:29 GMT -5
Allllrighty then...so...you know what really sucks? Besides the fact that the world was frozen over and everybody was being killed off by either the chill bumps or the fact that Micky D had long since ran out of Big Macs (we all know the city folk can't live without their cheeseburgers).
Starvation and all wasn't really such a horrible word when you'd been the sponser of death and distruction throughout your youth. Come on now folks, there WERE worse things that could happen to you. Like, for instance, slipping and falling right on your arrogant arse when you were such a prideful little kitty. Poor Saylo, it was hard enough to catch him with a smile unless it was at someone else's expence, much less having to limp down the friggen road since you fell off the walk and onto the frozen solid channel. Good thing it wasn't TOO far, or a big one...and that there was no one around to see it. I mean seriously, poor Saylo had enough problems as it were. He didn't have time to blast up dookalaks for laughing at him....in their head....or..whatever. Blast them for him messing up. It didn't happen often, as much as we'd ALL hate to admit it Saylo-butt was good at what he did. But here lately they seemed to happen a....bit more often. It was still extremely rare, but it WAS contrasting against his once flawless prowess.
He blamed it on the weather.
In all honesty, it was just his head. With the exceeding lack of morons to have to condensend and put up with, life had begun to come...dare he say it...a bit....boring. I mean, think about it. No one to laugh at, no one to slap around, no one to dominate or boss. All the little things that made Saylo's day wonderful were pretty much eliminated when the dumb people left - er...died out. No fun at 'tal. So with the lack of entertainment, Saylo had to keep himself occupied with SOMETHING. I mean, what's a potter when there is no clay?
So what did he do? Certainly not daydream. Certainly not do ANYTHING that would cause such an elitely trained warrior crack his shin after flopping off a bridge. Always looking for something to eat, always looking for an extra blanket. Sleep. Repeat.
Pff, what a life.
The sun was beginning to sink over to the western side, just kicking off it's painted masterpiece with a few pinks and blues. Not sunset yet, but peh, as if Saylo actually stopped to take notice anymore. A few, feather-light snowflakes meandered aimlessly toward the seemingly powerless gravitational pull. One in particular, drifting in slow, inconsistant sways, almost sleepy movements, finally fount its resting place on the shoulder-fibers of a black, cloth jacket. It's hood was up, holding the heat to those furry feline ears and overshadowing a vast majority of his face in a thin, almost translucent shadow. Though that mild darkness seemed to have no effect on those transfixing blue orbs locked into the fraim of his face. Those eyes, which seemed to gash through like artic sparks beamed forward at the world ahead.
The sleeves of his, somewhat bulky, black gloves were straddled disoriently over his sleeves, hands being held out just slightly away from his sides and casually swaying with each, awkward step. Ugh, seriously. This better go away quick. He wouldn't even bother to limp unless he figured he might make it perminant with the harmful weight. It's not like the hospitals were in operation around here -- darned things...or any first aids were being made. Those things had gone quicker than free beanie-babies at a daycare, and from like, day ONE. Finding a first aid kit around THIS city was like finding an ice cube in Hell. You just didn't. And that was that. Your butt got hurt, your butt was on it's own.
His eyes suddenly caught sight of an irregular movement from the corner of his vision and he stopped short, immediantly as frozen in place as the vacant city around him, gaze lifted and lips slightly parted. Suddenly alert. Now...I think Sakao's already established the reasoning behind Saylo suddenly being high on his toes, and quite well, "the bitter wind is only for the bold." No nut in their right INSANITY would come out in this mess unless they were meekly searching for something to eat. And, heh, unless they caught them a bird or something, none of them would be on a rooftop.
Brows lowered faintly, and Mr. Grouchy-butt prowled forward with footfalls almost silent despite the crunch of the snow around to get a better view of this wacko overhead. Ah...a girl. And...quite apparently a warrior at that. Perhaps that wasn't such a good thing.
Now...common sense would probably say something like, "KEEP WALKING FOOL." But of coarse, such things were simply impossible for someone like Saylo-pooh. His big man pants just wouldn't allow him to listen to reason for once and just WALK AWAY from what could potentially be a horrible outcome. Sure, 80% of the time Saylo was exceedingly tactical about such things - intelligent...dare I go so far. But now that there was practically NO fun left in the world, it would be PRETTY SAD if you'd think for one minute SAYLO, of ALL PEOPLE, would just walk away. Come on now people, you know him better than that, right?
Well, being the overconfident moron that he was, his spine straightened and his head tilted slightly to the side, eyeing her from the corners of his slightly narrowed eyes as his tail waved. "Hey you." His gruff tones came questioningly, perhaps tainted with a touch of hostility.
"Not to be rude, or anything..." Ohh, wouldn't THAT be out of character, "But I'd really like to know who you are and what the h*ll you're doing in my city." Major emphisis on the fact that he knew she was a fighter. She was powerful - he could feel it. And those words, if she was smart, were enough to convay that unspoken message that he knew. She wasn't just some normal citizen, or else he wouldn't've worded it that way. Almost like saying HE was the biggest, baddest thing around these parts, this was HIS turf, anything edible was HIS food, and HE wasn't too sure if he wanted to share.
Though...ya' never know. Big (little) bad Saylo might actually enjoy some intellectual company from time to time. But she wasn't going to just cat nap on HIS buildings without at least some "understanable questioning".
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Post by Sakao Kuro-Nihoto on Nov 17, 2008 22:15:07 GMT -5
(Ah...That was a very enjoyable read. *clapclapclap*)
Sakao's one eye looked down at Saylo, burning into his appearance before that one hue turned to the rather large imprint in the snow and back to the smallish cat. While as Saylo's hues were like the arctic sparks, cold and menacing as her own, Sakao's eye had nothing to resemble to. For that iron wall that kept out all emotion from escaping into her glassy orb. A robotic hand brushed her head fur from her blind eye, the red "V" on her forehead unveiled briefly before the feline answered slowly, her firm alto toned voice tinged with ice," 'Not to be rude', huh? You make quite a show don't you? My name...is of no importance, it is only a distant memory. As for what I'm doing?"
The black cat chuckled rather loudly. "That is for my knowing only."
Now, Sakao loved to play with passer-byers who wondered who she was any why she had just slept surrounded by snow, on a roof top of all places! Though, Saylo seemed different. Although he was small, and looked a little injured, Sakao knew, if anything, be it from experience or just plain primitive instinct, that he was a threat. A danger to her well-being. The black cat made sure to have her guard up, as it usually was, a wall established between her mind and heart...if she even had one anymore.
There were rumors, you see. We all knew Sakao's left arm was torn off in an...unfortunate accident, her shoulder was even disbanded from her body, gone, completely gone. By the time Sakao had gained her robotic arm, and established her fighting reputation, they say her heart was ripped out in the accident too, gone from her body, and now nothing's in there. Though such was highly just gossip and old rumors, when the black cat prowled through the alleys and hunted the streets of Station Square and Westopolis. Those rumors had ceased, if at all dispersed, but some of them had risen from the dead.
Sakao had once been a figure of bad omens, bad luck, terror, the like. Simply for the insanity that she had displayed before she left Westopolis for what...years? Months..? She didn't know. The black cat never really did keep track of time well. She only knew the rising and falling of the sun meant another day had passed, and perhaps another couple of hours wasted. Time...though to some considered a precious treasure, meant nothing to her. It only slowed things down, keeping track just didn't seem practical for her, especially in this day and age.
Her shredded ears twitched, black earring that dangled off the tears in her ears clinking together, light reflecting off of them only little dots of white that seemed to highlight the thin trail of skin that outlined a knife wound over her left eye, though it wasn't as devastating, in fact it didn't even come near close to the blinding claw marks that bore over her right eye. The retina were gone, no chance of help there really. Besides...Sakao needed that scar. To remind her...you couldn't always trust your friends. Sinario had clawed her over the eye and stolen her sight away from her. Such betrayal would never be fully forgiven.
Sakao's claw started to tap the marble sword hilt of the Yu-Bashuri, the small spikes clicking the black stone thoughtfully as her brow furrowed. She wasn't completely in the mood for a fight. Though... Her head swiveled around, she was on higher ground...which might give her advantage, but... A mere line focused on Saylo, everything in those blue eyes sent out a bad vibe, a warning if you will. At this moment in time, the black cat couldn't predict what he was going to do. Nothing, nada, zip. I can assume one thing, though... Sakao's hand grasped the marble sword with an iron clasp, her white cloak spreading about her as the movement of fabric affected the entirety like a wave of water. Chaos Energy wavering about him is no coincidence... This...This could turn out bad.
Her other arm lay limply by her side, an occasional finger twitch was the only movement it made, like pulling a trigger to a gun . D*mn, she wished she had a gun right now.
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