Sorry about the Cat dominance, but she's more interesting right now.
Clara's busy swimming across the sea between two continents, and she barely
has enough energy to think while she's doing it. Plus, she's busy thinking
up ways to confront her 'Uncle' about the bad stuff he did, and I can't
think of many plans for that. Clara will have a chapter or too all too
herself in a while, after she's on land and had a nap.
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HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!! I stare in absolute horror at the tail of the king, red and sore where the fur rubbed off while being slammed by the bars, but still curled resolutely around one, holding my prison in place, stopping all possible plans of escape. My gaze switches to the king, my main tormenter, as he grits his teeth and hangs on with it.
Shaking again, stomach trying to reject nonexistent contents from fear, I back up slowly, stopping as I hit the center area, not taking my eyes off the tail, the heroes, the way I'm no longer moving plans made meaningless in a single blow. Eyes open wide, tail curled in a defensive position, ready to slash in front and hit anything that may come at me any instant, I wait, watching fearfully, trying not to scream, to cry. I can only hope I don't die by the time my next chance comes, that I can escape quickly, and run as fast and far away from here as I possibly could.
From habit, a thought flicks through my mind: What would Clara do in this position? Mentally shaking it off, what she did got her brainwashed entirely, I keep a wary eye on the supposed heroes as they look back at her, their eyes filled with fake concern, an act meant to tame the one receiving it.
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Calmly, Zidane surveys Catalina. Obviously scared to death, she decided to take the quickest way out. How are we EVER going to get her to calm down? He asks himself, and almost instantly receives an answer. The same way they did Clara. Being careful not to smile, he leans back and whispers in Garnet's ear. She nods, and goes to do as he requested.
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Nervously noting the Kings whispering, I keep a wary eye on him and the Queen especially. Whatever he said, the Queen agrees to it with a nod and walks away. Turning back to me. . . the hair on my tail rises as he SMILES. Kindly, meant to subdue evilly, but it's a smile.
The queen reenters moments later, a crew of five knights in tow. Each one grasps a bar of my prison, holding it secure in both directions, as the king lets go.
They leave, but that's scary, out of my sight they're doing unthinkable plotting, discussing ways to break me, the fastest way to kill me, devour me alive. . . against my will I shake harder, the uncountable number of horrible possibilities leaping through my head, before my eyes: Torture, questioning, harsh stares, plots, betrayal, all designed to make me lose my grip, make me die, as I can no longer see them. In my sight, that's safe and disturbing both, that they might plot against me together instead of individualized when away from view, but I might plot while they're in view, having no necessity of checking it against other people's. But they can stop my plots if they're in sight of me while it's happening. . .
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"Ok, I think I have the way to approach her all figured out." Exclaims Zidane the instant they're out of sight.
"Oh, really?" Asks Garnet sarcastically.
"We go at her the same way we did Clara." At Garnet's snicker he turns around and walks backwards to look at her. "What?!"
"You really think that'll work?" Asks Eiko, looking on the verge of laughing herself.
"Of course. They're sisters, twins even. How different can they be?"
"Oh, sure, Zidane. And just how much like Kuja are you?" Asks Garnet, a smirk on he face. He reddens instantly.
"It's not the same!"
"Of course it is." Confirms Freya, face straight.
"They're twins. They have to be similar."
"Wanna bet?" Asks Garnet, a small smile on her face.
"Sure. If MY way works, you've gotta go on a CAMPing trip with me only." She smiles, ready.
"And if I win you've gotta take me out to an expensive, romantic dinner at a restaurant with Burmecian food and a slow walk through the park, paying the bill and buying me anything I want."
"Done." They shake on it. ~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~
Five minutes. Ten. What could they possibly be doing? A creak above me, I take a chance, praying it's not the fatal mistake they've been looking for, and look up.
A door opened above me and the chain being drawn in. . .
Feeling a swing, I turn my attention back to the now: My guards have let go, and I'm being drawn up, out of sight, to where who-knows-what could be going on, and, as the chain gets shorter and shorter, the drop larger and larger, doom looming ever more evident, I realize something: I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING- AND FAST!
Ramming myself into the wall again, the cage twists, creaking dangerously, but the chain is no longer long enough to reach the walls, and I am drawn further upwards, heart beating faster and faster, trying again, same result, doom looming ever nearer, barely three feet of chain left before the space, two, I slam myself into the wall again and it doesn't even MOVE this time, panic seizes me as I am drawn upwards, tail curled around one leg protectively, as the top of the cage goes through the hole, then more, and, as my panic grows more and more fearsome, more and more evident, the middle clears the hole's opening and I can see through.
All the ones who apprehended me, forcing me onto the airship, are waiting.
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Done!
Clara: It took, what, three weeks?
Two.
Clara: I applaud (does so.)
Stop, please.
Clara: So when am I gonna get a chance to show off again?
Show off?
Clara: I'm stuck using your vocabulary, that's the best word for it.
Oh. Maaaaybe in a chapter or 2.
Clara: Fine.
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HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT!!!!!!!!! I stare in absolute horror at the tail of the king, red and sore where the fur rubbed off while being slammed by the bars, but still curled resolutely around one, holding my prison in place, stopping all possible plans of escape. My gaze switches to the king, my main tormenter, as he grits his teeth and hangs on with it.
Shaking again, stomach trying to reject nonexistent contents from fear, I back up slowly, stopping as I hit the center area, not taking my eyes off the tail, the heroes, the way I'm no longer moving plans made meaningless in a single blow. Eyes open wide, tail curled in a defensive position, ready to slash in front and hit anything that may come at me any instant, I wait, watching fearfully, trying not to scream, to cry. I can only hope I don't die by the time my next chance comes, that I can escape quickly, and run as fast and far away from here as I possibly could.
From habit, a thought flicks through my mind: What would Clara do in this position? Mentally shaking it off, what she did got her brainwashed entirely, I keep a wary eye on the supposed heroes as they look back at her, their eyes filled with fake concern, an act meant to tame the one receiving it.
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Calmly, Zidane surveys Catalina. Obviously scared to death, she decided to take the quickest way out. How are we EVER going to get her to calm down? He asks himself, and almost instantly receives an answer. The same way they did Clara. Being careful not to smile, he leans back and whispers in Garnet's ear. She nods, and goes to do as he requested.
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Nervously noting the Kings whispering, I keep a wary eye on him and the Queen especially. Whatever he said, the Queen agrees to it with a nod and walks away. Turning back to me. . . the hair on my tail rises as he SMILES. Kindly, meant to subdue evilly, but it's a smile.
The queen reenters moments later, a crew of five knights in tow. Each one grasps a bar of my prison, holding it secure in both directions, as the king lets go.
They leave, but that's scary, out of my sight they're doing unthinkable plotting, discussing ways to break me, the fastest way to kill me, devour me alive. . . against my will I shake harder, the uncountable number of horrible possibilities leaping through my head, before my eyes: Torture, questioning, harsh stares, plots, betrayal, all designed to make me lose my grip, make me die, as I can no longer see them. In my sight, that's safe and disturbing both, that they might plot against me together instead of individualized when away from view, but I might plot while they're in view, having no necessity of checking it against other people's. But they can stop my plots if they're in sight of me while it's happening. . .
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"Ok, I think I have the way to approach her all figured out." Exclaims Zidane the instant they're out of sight.
"Oh, really?" Asks Garnet sarcastically.
"We go at her the same way we did Clara." At Garnet's snicker he turns around and walks backwards to look at her. "What?!"
"You really think that'll work?" Asks Eiko, looking on the verge of laughing herself.
"Of course. They're sisters, twins even. How different can they be?"
"Oh, sure, Zidane. And just how much like Kuja are you?" Asks Garnet, a smirk on he face. He reddens instantly.
"It's not the same!"
"Of course it is." Confirms Freya, face straight.
"They're twins. They have to be similar."
"Wanna bet?" Asks Garnet, a small smile on her face.
"Sure. If MY way works, you've gotta go on a CAMPing trip with me only." She smiles, ready.
"And if I win you've gotta take me out to an expensive, romantic dinner at a restaurant with Burmecian food and a slow walk through the park, paying the bill and buying me anything I want."
"Done." They shake on it. ~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~*^~
Five minutes. Ten. What could they possibly be doing? A creak above me, I take a chance, praying it's not the fatal mistake they've been looking for, and look up.
A door opened above me and the chain being drawn in. . .
Feeling a swing, I turn my attention back to the now: My guards have let go, and I'm being drawn up, out of sight, to where who-knows-what could be going on, and, as the chain gets shorter and shorter, the drop larger and larger, doom looming ever more evident, I realize something: I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING- AND FAST!
Ramming myself into the wall again, the cage twists, creaking dangerously, but the chain is no longer long enough to reach the walls, and I am drawn further upwards, heart beating faster and faster, trying again, same result, doom looming ever nearer, barely three feet of chain left before the space, two, I slam myself into the wall again and it doesn't even MOVE this time, panic seizes me as I am drawn upwards, tail curled around one leg protectively, as the top of the cage goes through the hole, then more, and, as my panic grows more and more fearsome, more and more evident, the middle clears the hole's opening and I can see through.
All the ones who apprehended me, forcing me onto the airship, are waiting.
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Done!
Clara: It took, what, three weeks?
Two.
Clara: I applaud (does so.)
Stop, please.
Clara: So when am I gonna get a chance to show off again?
Show off?
Clara: I'm stuck using your vocabulary, that's the best word for it.
Oh. Maaaaybe in a chapter or 2.
Clara: Fine.
