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♌ arsenicCatnip (Nepeta Leijon) ([personal profile] purrfectlycute) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2012-05-28 12:06 pm

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:33 < looks like weve got a real mystery on our hands!
:33 < just the kind of case that calls fur...
:33 < *suddenly the purrson who stands befur you is no longer nepeta leijon*
:33 < *who is this mysterious purrson in the stark cloak and sleuthing cap*
:33 < *could it be???*
:33 < *yes! its none other than…*

The Great Catsby
and the
Case of the Mysterious Mr. Smiley


Since the expulsion of the notorious Jack Noir from the Tranquility, the precocious lady detective had settled into the lull of an ordinary life of space ships, demons, and hallucinogenic gas. Nope, nothing out of the ordinary there!

But amidst all the the trials of every day life, something else lurked in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. A mysterious force only known as
:). For more practical purposes, The Great Catsby referred to him as Mr. Smiley in her mind.

The whole ship was rocked by Mr. Smiley's unnerving appearance. Fear crept up the spines of many. A sense of rebellion was sparked in the hearts of the bold. There were those on board the ship that had taken down dark kings, those who fought against forces that other passengers could never fathom, and all aboard had very good reason to be wary. And yet... power and intimidation was not an immediate mark for malevolence. Derse dreamers knew this well. The creatures in the Furthest Ring had whispered to them in their sleep. They would stare down at the dreamers and the dead from the infinite space outside any universe. Despite their terrifying appearance, their whispers were not threats, but requests for help. Some players even considered these Outer Gods to be benevolent.

Or so said Ms. Leijon, an informant of the Great Catsby.

However, being a proper detective, the Catsby would need some hard evidence to confirm that Mr. Smiley was indeed something similar to the Horrorterrors of the Furthest Ring or if it was something far worse.

It was time for her to summon a team that could take on the unknown. They gathered in a secret room in the Tranquility. Not even Mr. Smiley knew where it was. That's how secret it is.

"I've picked apart the list," said SH, sipping his formaldehyde, "and I am very offended that I didn't make the cut. What ever happened to standards?"

"Here here," agreed Sherlock Holmes. Somewhere aboard the ship, Mr. Watson was having a migraine.

"The more you anger it, the more you jeopardize the rest of us," growled Thor. Neither Mr. Holmes nor SH seemed that concerned about angering such a mighty and valuable warrior, a sadly common folly in the sleuthing profession. Catsby herself sat and the head of the table and hushed the two detective types.

However, tensions did not diminish. Magneto paced along the table. "Which is why we need now more than ever to prepare ourselves for an inevitable conflict," he said.

"And who do you propose to lead? You?" interjected Robb Stark Lord of Winterfell.

"Obvviously not," scoffed Eridan. "I'm the one wwith all the tactical military knowledge!"

Robb's frown deepened. "That's hardly the same thing as having battlefield experience."

"Hey havve you evver shot a fuckin angel? Because I havve. I'vve slayed like a hundred of those things and let me tell you they are fuckin fast and angry as hell wwhen you start shooting at them."

"Were they angry before or after you started hunting them?" Bran asked. Eridan ignored the very valid question.

"Like I was sayin I'vve got strategy and experience killin mysterious and powerful creatures. Also a king."

Eridan continued to relay his exploits. Though he was certainly qualified, everyone simultaneously agreed that he wasn't leadership material and started ignoring him as soon as he started talking about how no one came to visit him on LOWAA even though he knew that everyone was afraid of all those angels he kept making angry it's not that they didn't want to hang out it's that they really didn't want to go to a place where things could kill you in the blink of an eye.

"If only we could summon the sideways sixty-nine," said Mr. S. By now no one was in the mood to solve his Weird Puzzle Shit. Too bad. His was the most logical suggestion by far.

The bickering around the room escalated. Catsby could see that a fracture was inevitable among the group unless she stepped in.

"Enough," she said firmly. "I've summoned everyone here because you all have vast powers on your own, but together? Anything is possible. But that's only if you quit bickering long enough to get organized! The choice of leader is obvious."

A smile graced her lips as she pointed to the obvious choice.




(To be continued...)



:33 < im purracticing cliffhangers, h33h33!
:33 < youll just have to wait fur the next installment to s33 who the leader will be ;33
:33 < i actually wrote most of this befur mr. smiley shared his own literary tastes
:33 < now i wonder if i should try writing him a poem
:33 < or teach him how to roleplay!
:33 < hmmm while im here i may as well give a little guide fur everyone

:33 < actually its not that hard, it just takes some purractice
:33 < furst you gotta make up a character
:33 < my favfurite is actually a two-mouthed cat like my lusus was
:33 < i just call her "ac" since that was the abbreviation fur my trollian handle
:33 < but you can name your character anything you want! character pawsibilities are as limitless as your imagination
:33 < anyway all you have to do is purrtend to be them
:33 < you talk like them and you write out their actions if youre roleplaying online
:33 < fur example if i was playing as my kitty i would say
:33 < *ac saunters into her cave, satisfied from her hunt, and curls up fur a nice catnap*
:33 < *what a nice day, she yawns*
:33 < you dont have to announce who you are in every line
:33 < and you definitely dont point out that youre purrtending
:33 < thats a bit of an rping no no :PP
:33 < really its just about having fun!
:33 < annddd there isnt much more to it, but if anyone has questions i can always answer
:33 < my rp buddies arent here and most people on board dont s33m to really... GET roleplay
:33 < hopefully thisll spur more people to join in on the fun!
northerner: (why can't i hold all these wolf pups?)

[personal profile] northerner 2012-05-28 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ as per usual, robb only understands about half of this. oh nepeta, he doesn't speak your language. ]

I'm glad you've put my cloak to good use.
goingsilent: (pic#1949349)

[personal profile] goingsilent 2012-05-28 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
The Master Thief had long since come to realize that the Great Catsby was the kind to leave a girl hanging. People on the right side of the law were funny that way. Alone in her secret lair, the Master Thief considered whether it was possible to steal the resolution to a cliffhanger before it had even been written.

If she could manage it, she thought, she would truly live up to her title.
swagneto: (MY HAIR CANNOT HANDLE YOUR TEENRAGE)

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[personal profile] swagneto 2012-05-28 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't have a proper response to this.
swagneto: (YOU WERE A TEST MONKEY. WEREN'T YOU?)

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[personal profile] swagneto 2012-05-28 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
How long do I have to wait to find out?
goingsilent: (pic#1949433)

[personal profile] goingsilent 2012-05-28 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
* The Master Thief has had to deal with all sorts of challenges in her time master thieving. There was one time with these crocodiles -- But then, that's another story. When sheer thieving skills won't do, sometimes subterfuge is the better way.

The Master Thief waylays an unsuspectng florist delivery boy, takes his uniform and bouquet, and comes knocking. *
swagneto: (NOT SURE I CAN BE SEEN IN PUBLIC WITH YO)

[personal profile] swagneto 2012-05-28 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No not really. I just want to know what happens to Catsby when I refuse to cooperate.
goingsilent: (pic#1949356)

[personal profile] goingsilent 2012-05-28 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Why yes! * The Master Thief declares, pushing the bouquet forward toward the Great Catsby's hands. Very few people could resist a tastefully-arranged bouquet; it was a well-known fact. *

There is a card as well. * She begins to pat her pockets in an exagerrated way. * Would you care to hear it?
swagneto: (WHAT ARE YOUR FEELINGS ON GOLF CHARLES?)

[personal profile] swagneto 2012-05-28 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You're making that up, aren't you?
alwaysagit: (this is a serious matter. stop giggling)

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[personal profile] alwaysagit 2012-05-28 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[What.Is this drivel.]

Miss Leijon. Do you honestly have nothing better to do with your time?

[Even if this is preferable to her pouncing on him for amusement.]
alwaysagit: (not if i have anything to say about it)

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[personal profile] alwaysagit 2012-05-28 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She has no idea how much he appreciates that omission, truly.]

There are libraries. You could be improving your mind, as opposed to wasting it. [Criticizing adolescents: apparently a habit which dies hard.]
51stcentury: (smirk)

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[personal profile] 51stcentury 2012-05-28 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[SMIRK] Not a bad depiction of Eridan, there.
alwaysagit: (smug)

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[personal profile] alwaysagit 2012-05-28 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[And this is his impolite way of saying that she couldn't possibly know what's best for herself and clearly needs a boot in her fuzzy fake tail guidance from a mature and knowledgeable person such as himself.]

One doesn't improve by writing foolishness. And there are several - one on every level, I believe and accessible to all. [Even if they don't have actual books, which is a point against them as far as he's concerned, but still.]
tumbleweeds: (☼ gooby pls)

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[personal profile] tumbleweeds 2012-05-28 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh this is... really cute. ]

This is much better than poetry.

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