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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.]
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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Damn, that's an extreme transformation though.
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It'll take some adjusting.
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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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Are they always this big? I just saw like. Ears and wings mostly.
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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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Psychological? Like what, needing catnip?
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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.
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So you want me to scratch you behind the ears?
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[Even though he was already swimming in funds.]
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[ he reaches to scratch behind ocelot's ears. ]
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[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.]
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I dunno, this seems like an easy way to make bank.
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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.
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You're not the kind of guy to pass on opportunities. Hell, I wouldn't mind setting you up.
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If anyone asks I am a bengal kitten.
[As opposed to an adult African wild cat species.]
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Whatever you say, old man.
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[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.]no subject
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How come?
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Was taught how to interact with them, but it will always be fairly alien.
[Sure he hasn't outright said it but considering he'd mentioned the 'children as raw materials for agents' thing in their last conversation, well Ocelot was just going to let the math happen.]
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There's military and there's messed up.
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[
Without getting into the sheer audacity of claiming your child was stolen when actively teaching at facilities like the ones he was raised in, and having the means to both find and take him back.]Then again, can't really call the kind of bitch that shows up to the Normandy landing 9 months pregnant a responsible mother.
[ /shrug]
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That is majorly fucked up, man.