prismatica | Video | un: Оцелотовая Хватка (Forward dated start of Cordis)

[The video feed opens with a small cat perched on it's haunches in front of the device in, obviously filming from one of the standard apartments. Eagle eyed viewers could probably spot some thin wires in the background threaded taut between walls and furniture.

Then it talks in the voice of a fairly gruff sounding older man.]

I usually stick to text with this thing, but as you can presumably see, Cordis has hit me a little harder than usual.

[While absolutely capable of not doing it, talking with his hands was very close to downright instinctual. With paws though, it's more like he's batting an invisible toy. Especially being a type of spotted cat that isn't all that much bigger than a domestic kitten as a fully grown adult and having his wrist rotation limited.]

So I'll get straight to the point: could someone please come open my apartment door?

I can unlock it and turn the handle, but I can't get the momentum to pull it open.

I'm pretty sure just one of my guns weighs more than I do right now.

[ooc: since he'll need assistance multiple times throughout cordis I figure there's no reason for this not to happen more than once even if he only posts the one message to the network.]

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[ with a casual roll of his shoulders, he pushes the door open. erik quickly surveys the room, taunt and ready to move if necessary. ]

[The only truly notable features of the room were a questionable baggie with some vials and syringes on a coffee table guarded by a gunpla sized mech, a raunchy pinup of his fursona as a cowboy on a wall (accompanied by some regular cowboy pinups,) and a large, locked rifle case leant up against a wall. His revolvers and 'tools of the trade' were in the bedroom and thus not as obvious.

There's of course a few trip wires across the floor plan, the more obvious ones in the daylight were blatantly live with electricity. Clearly meant more for night security.

Behind the door was a small thud of Ocelot dropping to the ground, he walked out all of nine inches tall and in the vicinity of 3-4 lbs, having managed to shove his head through the wristband of his communication device so he could carry it with him.]

Good to see you in person.

[ this is . . . some kind of apartment all right. erik bends down. ]

You in one piece, old man?

Possibly more than I usually am since my scars are gone.

[Which frankly is weird as hell when you've never in living memory not had at least a couple of scars.]

Though I assume that will be temporary like the fur.

[ erik looks him over. ]

Damn, that's an extreme transformation though.

I knew it could happen, didn't quite expect to go through it myself so soon.

It'll take some adjusting.

How long does it usually take?

The change or the adjustment?

Changes usually last until the relevant moon goes away, this would be the seventh time I've transformed in some way.

The adjustment I'll probably have managed by the end of the day.

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[ seven times. that's a lot. ]

Are they always this big? I just saw like. Ears and wings mostly.

I think it's usually just minor changes for most people.

Prior to this I just got the ears and tail, sometimes some claws and teeth.

[And last time, some magic to fiddle with, but he wasn't going to be forthcoming on that.]

The psychological symptoms are the truly insidious ones.

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[ erik raises his eyebrows. ]

Psychological? Like what, needing catnip?

As in people influenced by Sanguis get a bit more aggressive, possessive and territorial. You'll almost always see some of them looking for fights.

Cordis is kind of flirty? it's hard to describe, for me I get hungry and a bit more touchy feel-y. Sometimes I'll use my medications more recreationally than professionally.

Iris, I don't know if there's deeper effects but you'll see a lot of them wanting to fuck just about anyone offering and it appears to be capable of overriding personal preferences.

[ hmm. aggressive could be bad for erik, tip his hand. the rest . . . well, he had nothing. what could he possibly get territorial about? ]

So you want me to scratch you behind the ears?

I wouldn't say no to it, it is free funding after all.

[Even though he was already swimming in funds.]

And you're nothing if not practical.

[ he reaches to scratch behind ocelot's ears. ]

Especially since it's not like I'm in a position to indulge the usual methods like this.

[Even if he were to find someone who fancied cats that much, bestiality just wasn't worth it.]

Oh, that is nice.

[Ear scritches though were turning out to be pretty good.]

[ scratch, scritch. idle fingers continue to work their magic. ]

I dunno, this seems like an easy way to make bank.

[Aw yes, this is indeed The Stuff.]

Set up a free cat petting booth, be set for life?

Could try sneaking into one of the cat cafes and convince people I'm a resident, too.

Exactly.

You're not the kind of guy to pass on opportunities. Hell, I wouldn't mind setting you up.

And I know better than to be greedy with profit splits.

If anyone asks I am a bengal kitten.

[As opposed to an adult African wild cat species.]

[ erik chuckles. ]

Whatever you say, old man.

I figure it's an easier sell than a 'domestic' South African wild cat.

[He says that very much as a joke, since Ocelot's absolutely aware he's probably one of the few people nerdy enough about cats to even slightly care about the difference. ~~Never mind being 45 years too late to be consider anything resembling a kitten.~~]

I think you're a little out of touch. Cats? Never a hard sell. Anywhere.

God, I don't think I was ever in touch with civilians.

[ . . . huh. ]

How come?

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