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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.]

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[He was more aiming for politeness in that he understood not all women were necessarily comfortable carrying a man like this even if he was in the form cat, but evidently Peggy did not have that problem.

...Then again, it wasn't like his choice of pinups were necessarily subtle.]

Two blocks west, one block north, it's not easy to miss.

[For his part he tucked his limbs in, leaving minimal risk of unintentionally touching anything improper or delicate.]

[ indeed, the problem hardly so much as crossed her mind—though one could never be blamed for thinking it might. she did, after all, look more at place as part of the secretarial pool than she did as a member of any nation’s military intelligence.

but, then again, that’s the point. isn’t it?

she clears her throat and does an admirable job of looking entirely at ease with the situation as they leave the building together and head, just as directed, two blocks west. ]

In your original call for help, you said the “moonblessing” hit you rather harder than usual. [ her idle chit-chat is (in fact) far from idle. ] Does this mean you’ve never experienced quite this much of a change before today?

[He dealt with women who'd been trained from birth to be spies who'd never bat an eye at it who knew all the notes to play to act it, but also women in special forces who absolutely were concerned by non-combat interactions with men. With some friends of his, he would have been obligated to be a crass about the situation as possible.

But ultimately the whole spying and counter spying game really didn't mean much of anything in a place like this and calling others out for no reason was a complete waste.]

I haven't changed this much before, no, but I did hear of it happening to others.

Usually it's been limited to gaining a couple of cat features and a monstrous appetite.

[ she wears her newness on her sleeve—the way she talks, the questions she asks. and peggy doesn’t much mind it. there is a usefulness found in being a rookie in situations like these. she gets to canvas a dozen different points-of-view and gets to synthesize them for herself. some people are miserable here; some people aren’t.

though, truthfully, she can’t tell which camp ocelot falls into. ]

This is my first—phase? Moon cycle? Good God, what do they call it?

[ she pauses (briefly) before crossing a street and taking the next shift in direction—from memory. ]

And although I wouldn’t call my own appetite monstruous, it’s certainly making itself known.

Use whichever term you prefer, as long as people know what you mean I doubt many care too much on the exact terminology. You could call it moon bullshit if you wanted.

This is my seventh transformation.

Active lifestyle like mine takes a lot of eating to maintain muscle mass, under Cordis I tend to eat enough to feed a full squad.

[Of course right now his stomach is probably only the size of a ping pong ball, so at least this time he'll be cheap to feed.

He'd been fairly casual about his military involvement publicly, so there was no need to avoid referencing it now.]

[ —she wonders whether seven transformations equals out to seven months. more, perhaps, depending on how strictly one defines the word transformation. but she's done a great deal of questioning, thus far, and isn't keen to outstay her curious welcome just yet. not until after she's fed, at least. ]

I hadn't thought of it like that.

[ just yet—that the more subtle changes, the ones affecting her, would take a different kind of toll. that just to keep herself sharp and strong, she'll need to eat more. and to eat more, she'll need to afford more. just as well, then, that she's cradling this cat close to her torso—generating warm, ambient chroma just for walking together. not so terrible, really.

to the point where she's almost regretful when they reach the cafe. after his initial directions, peggy hadn't asked for any reminders—and she's satisfied to identify what must be the correct place in the correct spot. assuming the staff don't take issue with cats inside, she opts for a two-top just inside the cafe, to the left of the doorway.

—and before she takes a seat, she gently drops ocelot onto the table. resisting all the while the urge to give the kitty scruff at the back of his neck an extra pet. ]

Given your size, [ she almost-smiles, ] I'll gladly volunteer to eat the squad's share today.

[She'd be disappointed to learn it only works out to about four months with two transformations per month.

If the cafe staff happened to object all he'd probably need to do is speak up probably, given the general status prismals seemed to give moon blessed, though considering that he makes a point of not just parking his butt on the table, and instead crouching in that way cats do when they relax but keep their feet under themselves before using a paw to stretch the wrist band on his neck to take the communication device off his body and put it on the table.

Easier to use it to make payments and bring up information on it as needed that way.]

Always the way when someone else is paying. [He made a point of making it very clear he's only teasing in his tone due to the limitations of a cat's face. He certainly didn't value or comprehend money enough to have a budget let alone any real qualms with arbitrarily spending it on other people.]

No, it fine, I don't use the funds for anything anyway.

I know what I plan to order though.

Especially when someone else is paying.

[ she meets and matches the teasing in her tone—keen to play around, but equally keen not to be mistaken for a moocher through and through. although—admittedly, yes, considering she counts a multi-billionaire among her closest friends, she's not exactly a stranger to someone else picking up her tab. on occasion.

—after all! ocelot offered. she wasn't about to refuse, demure, or prevaricate on principle.

with a glance and a nod, she aims to snag the attention of some server. all while still joking: ]

It's not a saucer of milk, is it?

[He'd never needed money in his life and stole 100 billion in his 20s, he certainly couldn't tell someone the price of bread.]

Finding out if the fur comes with lactose intolerance could be fun.

[Still a joke, but perhaps not an appropriate one before eating.

Though with the server's attention he's ordering an unreasonably fancy meat pastry which is probably half his current body weight.]

[ while she may never toed the line of obscene wealth, peggy had grown up comfortably, was appointed with an excellent education, and earned a decent salary with the ssr—though it was still only a percentage of what most of her her colleagues made. so perhaps it never hurt too too much that howard stark owed her a debt or three.

she leans in—elbows on the table—and confidently requests the same pastry again for herself. and a plate of chips. oh, and a chocolate milkshake. and a cup of tea, too? something strong—something black. as meals go, this was would hardly be holistic—and if she's honest with herself, that's got nothing to do with the moon phase. ]

—By the way. What are the odds it's all a nasty prank? [ a beat. ] You being called Ocelot and then turning into a cat.

[ she very confidently, very coolly, refers to it as him being called Ocelot rather than typifying it as an actual name. rather than expose any sort of suspicion or intuition, it most likely says more about peggy's perspectives on unexpected naming schemes. ]

I'd call it a relatively safe bet. The ears and tail I usually sprout during the moon cycle are typically those of an actual ocelot.

If I'd turned into one entirely I'd at least have been large enough to open my own door.

[He won't complain too much about it being referred to as simply being called 'Ocelot,' it's just more socially acceptable than 'Shalashaska' or explaining he's technically nameless outside of the names he's chosen for himself and the ones he's gained through reputation.]

But it’s always something cat-related, is it? [ she pauses—trying not to let her eyes wander to some other tables’ plates. ] For you, I mean.

[ peggy wonders whether there’s any animal whose bits and bobs she might be able to make her peace with acquiring—even if only temporarily.

her thoughts come up dry. no-bloody-thanks. ]

There was some fox features last month. That one was unique in that it came with more than one tail and was during the three moons part of the cycle.

[As opposed to, say, the single moon part of the cycle happening now. He doesn't elaborate on the powers he gained because who knows? he might plan on actually using them for something if he gained access to them again.]

[ it would be fascinating if it wasn’t also so near, so pressing, so terribly relevant to her own current circumstances.

but then he mentions something she’s not yet experienced. and so, leaning an elbow on the table, she asks: ]

What do you mean—the “three moons” part?

Each moon rises twice during the month, first is the individual cycles where one moon is up at a time, then just when it looks like Iris is gone, all three moons come up at once.

[ surely, more specialized minds than hers have already considered the astronomical implications of such a lunar cycle. cycles. her fingertips (red, well-manicured) tap on the table during the ensuing silence as she chews through the thought.

hmm. ]

And the—effects? Are they more pronounced during those days?

[Theoretically, but Ocelot would not be the person to ask. Clever as he was, the finer details of most sciences were very much lost on him.]

It's possible but I don't believe it's so much the raw effects as much as the way those effects interact with the others that are also affected.

Heightened sense of smell mixed vs excretion of pheromones, or one person feeling territorial vs someone feeling clingy.

Individual natures likely play a role, but the combination muddies the waters a bit.

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