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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[Not that he can complain much about it, considering he chose his own schedule.]
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[He does, technically, know that reports and forms are part and parcel of many occupations, including his own--he just happened to have his second to deal with them as well. Though he honestly doesn't know what sort of paperwork would be associated with a gym.]
After so long, I ought not be surprised that you have started your own gym.
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[Is he proud of the fact that his Gym tends to trap overly cocky trainers that only have levels on their side? Very much so.]