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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Some things, huh. I guess I'd have to see it?
Do you have any plan on how to get back in, by the way?

Be there in 10-15 or so.

It's just a couple of trip wires for security. [By a couple he means a lot, and some are electrified.]

Currently I'm relying on the kindness of strangers for getting back in as well as out.

[Once she's actually at the apartment his process of unlocking the door will sound a whole lot like a kitten scratching to get out the door rather than the complex acrobatics it actually is.]

Oh, well.
Good thing you've got an expert at disarming the like offering. ;)

[ Jill means to unlock from the outside, being an expert locksport but when she hears the telltale click, she's pretty sure she's been got. She is quick to dip into the place in case he's looking for some privacy or a private conversation first and as promised, she'll try to create a weighted pulley -- which is what's occupying the interior of the backpack she's got on the floor. ]

I promise I'm not going to try to pet you, as tempting as it is. [ Her smile is taut and on the verge of laughter. ] Alright, got some wire, weights... I'm not entirely sure how to finagle it to really turn the knob but if you give me some time I should be able to figure it out. I'm less of a builder, more of a... modder. Jill of All Trades, what-have-you, but I should be able to.

[ Finally, she raises a hand. ]

Hey. Jill Valentine.

[There's certainly plenty in that first room to want some privacy about. Between the rifle case, hunky dude pinups and the drug table.

He wouldn't exactly object to petting, but first things first, introductions.

Ocelot. [He raised one of those itty bitty paws in return.]

I promise it's a moniker, not a reference to my current form. [itt: suppressing urge to be nerd about cats.]

My mechanical skills are limited to locks, traps and guns, so I don't know how much help I'll be, but if the knob were adapted to more of a lever shape maybe it would be easier to work into the system.

[By adapted: read as tape something to it thoroughly enough to pull on. While he was a solid E rank in R&D, trap mechanics was one of the few tech skills he actually mastered.]

[ Jill can appreciate all of it -- other than the drug table. She doesn't take much stock in it, more interested in the rifle. She tilts her head toward it. ]

What're you packing? Got a PSG-1 with me in my place. Not my favorite in terms of piercing and distance, but it's always steady. [ She found it along the way during her escape, anyway. It wasn't exactly a choice she made. ] I was going to say that's pretty unfortunate, but with the surname Valentine I get enough shit coming my way in say, a month? So I'll refrain from a joke.

[ She is pulling junk out of the bag, simple things like saran wrap that could be a game-changer when it's really thought about. ]

I wouldn't mind picking your brain sometime, it sounds like we have a lot in common. I was thinking the same thing but I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with me coming in and just telling you how to change it, but -- [ She tugs one out of her bag. Silver and plain; industrial, really. ] -- surely, you know they're easier to break into, as well? So you'll probably want to change it back later.

That one's just a MSG90, slightly modded, but nothing drastic. I prefer my SAAs, but, well, time and a place.

[Sure he's basically a fucking bullet wizard but he needed something with a little more range and muzzle velocity, just in case. And it's basically the same thing as the PSG 1 just military, lighter, and more customizable.]

It's less about keeping people out and more for having warning. Makes sure no one gets shot for innocent mistakes while still defending myself as needed.

Of course right now it's easier to just hide.

[Though if push came to shove, black footed cats were very much legendary for their level of hunting success and ability to murder things much larger than themselves through pure tenacity.]

[ She lightens up, ready to comment on the similarity since there's only minute differences, but she knows he's aware of it if he's using it -- the familiarity is nice, even if from different worlds. Jill doesn't make motion to go look at it in the case, instead she makes a sound of understanding. ]

Honestly, whatever reason you have it's none of my business and I understand it. We've only so much privacy here. Haven't found bugs in my room, but I don't trust the people here. Not really, anyway.

[ Jill raises her eyebrows, unsure if he's actually joking or not, but she still laughs as she works with the tactic pack she has, unzipping it while she crouches. The modest lockpick set is visible within it, but that's not what she's going for -- it's all about the screwdriver now. ]

So, you normally this cute? [ Casual and conversationally, like it's no big deal to suddenly transform into a cat. Jill is working at the door with expert precision, humming a little before carrying on, pausing to put her hands to each side of her head and hold up the index finger, flexing it. ] I don't often get ears, but it's usually a tail. Sanguis.

[ She's quick to carry on with her work, taking it more seriously than the tone of the conversation. ]

[If nothing else the fact he bothers with the name rather than just calling it 'a sniper rifle' is certainly information.]

I'm obviously adorable.

[He had to say it, the welcome mat was rolled out and everything.

Even without being highly adaptable, he could be laid up in a hospital bed full of holes and then calmly explain intel. It didn't hurt he'd had time to himself to shove aside the worst mental hurdles about his current situation and get his poker face on before he even touched sending out the network message.]

No, cats are definitely cuter, and I'm at least twice the age of almost everyone here.

I usually get ears and tail from the cycle and been working on controlling them since the first transformation.

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

it's rough, that's for sure

to be fair if anyone watched him texting as a human it'd be 100% peak grandpa one finger typing

i love it and him, 1/2

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Some poor woman had to help this man convince a team he was the most qualified at computers

hey, as long as he didn't have to do the convincing, right?

Oh he did, that's the truly fun part. Because they did put him in charge of monitoring the system

my canon is much simpler. just a bunch of rolling lariats and gorilla press slams and s c i e n c e

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