Estinien Wyrmblood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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victory_road2020-12-10 08:53 am
stardiving) wrote in victory_road2020-12-10 08:53 am
cats, man
[As the Gear turns on, there's a loud rustling and scratching of claws against the ground. Not a whole lot of light, it's late after all, just the ambient light from the screen of the Gear itself. Just enough to cast a little light on Estinien's face, eyes open and lying on his back staring at the ceiling of his tent in tired resignation.
The scratching and shuffling comes rapidly closer to the camera, and a large shadow passes over--for those with quick eyes, it's the belly of a Perrserker, which is bouncing around the tent like a godsdamned maniac.
It's 3 AM. Cat's got the zoomies.
This has happened every night for the past two weeks.
Estinien grunts as the manic metal cat uses his stomach as a springboard to launch itself out of the tent, there's a yelp outside and for a split second the inside of the tent takes a reddish-orange cast as his Ninetales breathes fire at said crazy cat just outside. The crashing noises get distant for a little bit, but just as Estinien is sitting up to get his Gear and turn it off, he's knocked back flat on his back by the Return of the Cat, satisfied with its early, early morning chaos, and settling directly on his chest while making the most horrid noise.
Estinien just sighs as deeply as one possibly can with a 60 pound cat weighing you down.]
Truly, are you going to do this every night?
[He frowns and turns off the Gear. Goodnight everybody!]
The scratching and shuffling comes rapidly closer to the camera, and a large shadow passes over--for those with quick eyes, it's the belly of a Perrserker, which is bouncing around the tent like a godsdamned maniac.
It's 3 AM. Cat's got the zoomies.
This has happened every night for the past two weeks.
Estinien grunts as the manic metal cat uses his stomach as a springboard to launch itself out of the tent, there's a yelp outside and for a split second the inside of the tent takes a reddish-orange cast as his Ninetales breathes fire at said crazy cat just outside. The crashing noises get distant for a little bit, but just as Estinien is sitting up to get his Gear and turn it off, he's knocked back flat on his back by the Return of the Cat, satisfied with its early, early morning chaos, and settling directly on his chest while making the most horrid noise.
Estinien just sighs as deeply as one possibly can with a 60 pound cat weighing you down.]
Truly, are you going to do this every night?
[He frowns and turns off the Gear. Goodnight everybody!]
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Mayhap it does. Though I am currently between cities, so tis not precisely accessible.
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Maybe you should take yours out to fight wild Pokemon until it tires itself out.
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[He got left with a level 100 demon and he's in an area where everything is weaker than it.]
It was content enough when with its original trainer, though it also play-fought with one of his others.
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[There's no malice here, just...a blunt observation.]
It needs an outlet for all that energy so it'll tire out before you try to sleep. Go challenge a gym or something?
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[Plus, he's sort of pinned down by said cat lying on him and purring, so...]
He has been thoroughly trained--the beasts around here prove no challenge at all.
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[He says dryly. He's been here for quite some time after all, his team may not be expansive but they are well trained. If it came down to knocking him out to get a night of uninterrupted sleep, Estinien could certainly manage, but he doesn't think it's necessary right now.]