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~BIRTHPLACE~
"ARISTOCATTURNED FERAL" Before there was Catwoman there was Selina Kyle, Born on a ElseWorld planet Gemiriar. It was ruled under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were respected council members of. Gemiriar was a world that had a reflected a Majestic Steampunk affluence. It had Animal Souls that walked side by side by the Human counterparts as a separate entity. These Animal Souls go by various names. The most common Familars and Daemons. The older termonolgy is called Phouka.
When Selina was 5 years old a Fallen Angel that was a Seraphim came to Gemiriar. Her name was Ska Skinwalker. She was following the directions of Lucifer to kill everyone by taking their animal souls. She would then bring these Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars or Daemons to Lucifer, once they were separated from there human counterpart. There was much chaos on Gemiriar. The people didn't know to how fight or protect themselves from this Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.
At first Ska targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. The Gemiriar people were mainly a rich society of materialistic aristocrats. They didn't have much need of a military system and only a few sections were poor. The children's familiars on Gemiriar were taken one by one and killed during a Massive Green Storm that swept the planet in a maddess with the exception of Selina Kyle. The Green Storm was a energy of the Unstable Emotions from the people with the toxic combination of Powers coming off from Ska Skinwalker that clashed and ultimately led to the Severed Connections of Dark Matter. Dark Matter is an element that combined Humans and their Animal Souls or also called Familairs or Daemons together. But Selina Kyle had escaped that horrific nightmare somehow. She was smuggled off the planet to safety. But not without having some changes that affected her. Her Animal Soul/Familiar/Daemon became trapped inside her body but in feline form. Selina Kyle was then brought to Earth. More Specifically right in Gotham N.J. Right before her 6TH Birthday. Later on in her Adulthood she would meet Michael, another Angel, he would teach her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will. But by this time Selina's name had changed to Kougar or otherwise known as the infamous Catwoman. Where she learned it could change to any feline form.
~CHILDHOOD IN GOTHAM CITY~
"CAN'T BE TAMED" Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupted and eventually was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese. Rex used to be Known as the Great Underground Cat Burgular working for the Mafia in his Hay Day Prior to adopting Selina. But the Mafia family changed leadership hands and Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City since and no longer wanted Rex's help. Rex then decided to adopt and use Selina to Build a new respected name or brand for himself once again. He conditioned Selina in the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to being the King of the Cat Burgulars for the Mafias Eyes Once Again.
Rex saw Special Abilities in Selina, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Direction, he Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the Seven Bells Of Pick Pocketing. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable - Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to know the difference between something that is fake or authentic. She also learned about Computer Hacking, Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal!
But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she defied Rex on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars, as never being allowed to keep anything that she stole for Rex. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her a Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Father. Rex began to think this rebranding idea was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't really need Selina anymore because she was too much trouble always rebelling against him. So he dropped Selina Kyle into the lap of Carmine Falcone, where she then became forced to Work for him or Die for him. Rex thought she'd end up dead in a heartbeat, as he didn't have the heart to kill the child he raised and trained himself. Killing girls was never his strong suit. Beat them Yes, mentally and physically but Kill them, no.
~ADULTHOOD~
"CHASE ME" By Selina's 20th Birthday things changed again. A deal was made, between Falcone and Rex. And She was owned by Rex once more who for some reason wanted her back. But that deal was short lived. Selina took matters in her own hands when she had stumbled across a hitman named Chev Chelios. She paid Chev Chelios to Kill Rex. Selina Kyle then became Free of Any Man. She changed her name from Selina to Kougar, and took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman-Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today. Never to be owned by Any Man!
She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes running from the Law and Vigilantes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night or "Night Huntress." But she does have a Heart! Some stolen items that have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! She will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! She has set up cat shelters through out the city to protect any Felines. She also has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking all over the United States and fights against it. So Be Warned. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart..
~THE SUPERNATURAL UNDERGROUND~
"WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK WE ARE ALIVE IN IT"
Catwoman really didn't experience much of the supernatural after being brought to Gotham by the work of the Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker. It wasn't until the time of her first boyfriend Ethan and his friends that her life went down a darker road. Since then she has met Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Mages and Others. But Demons and Werewolves she would prefer to avoid, as they tend to rub her fur the wrong way! She has had many Fights with them. They are always wreaking havoc in her life in one way or another!
~HERE & NOW~
"A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HER OWN MIND IS A POWERFUL FORCE"
Kougar Kyle has built a bigger name for herself, on top of being Queen of Thieves as Catwoman. She runs an entertainment club called Kitty Nights Burlesque under an alias name along with two partners by her side. Neo Felis a computer guru and security provisions and Jim Balent the Head Bouncer and the Advertising Artist for the Club. Who has secrets about himself. Between the three of them they have made an Empire that has Boosted Catwoman's Criminal Agenda through the secrets of dark men's mind that pollute and cloud the city through Sexual Flirty Entainment. What is good for the goose, is also good for the KITTY!
~DEITY OF THE PAST~
"SHE WHO SCRATCHES"
Lore Of Pakhet. Pakhet was a Feline Goddess during the Middle Kingdom Ages. Both of Earth and a Parellel World. She was similiar to Bastet and Sekhmet taking the form of a Caracal feline. She is the daughter of Maahes and Huntheth both Lion Gods. Maashes her Father was associated with war, protection, and weather. Huntheth her Mother was the Hours of Night. Pakhet attributes her war strength as more inner than outward as she was called "The Night Huntress" with a Sharp Eye and Pointed Claw. Pakhet also has duality roles. She was the Goddess of being an Astral Lone Traveler and venturing off between Worlds. She is the protector of motherhood and fights against venomous creatures. Pakhet's temple on Earth was an underground cavernous shrine near al Minya Egypt. Pakhet's crown has a Solar disk and her amulet is a lioness attacking its prey.She is the Great Grand Daughter To The Egyptian God Ra. But as to who who her Grandmother was, Bastet or Sekhmet is unknown.Pakhet lost her Goddess status of immortality when she was Tricked by a Snake God to become Human and live under reincarnation. Setting her to become more human in each life and forgetting a little more who she is after every death. Kougar knows something of her past being of something of importance with the feline race, but has not discovered yet who she really is. If she does't come to realize she is Pakhet in this life soon, she will never be able to return to her rightful place as the Immortal Cat Goddess Pakhet. And the Snake God will return to spawn his lesser children from her through force and then Kill her. Will Catwoman be able to remember soon who she is??? {Updated 2/1/23}
ISTP's are practical, resourceful, adaptable pragmatists, they possess an excellent capacity for understanding how anything works, displaying logical, detached analysis. They have incredible, powers of observation and a great talent for logical analysis. They love to explore and get their hands dirty {Such As Stealing} touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.
People with this personality type are moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. An ISTP decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness,
a “do unto others” attitude.
This type of personality is self-sufficient and very independent, only really happy when undertaking some risky or interesting activity as they display coolness under pressure which helps get things fixed but which may not endear them to those around them.
"CATS COME WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT NOT WHEN THEY ARE TOLD"
Ultimately they want to be left alone to live their lives and do their jobs the way they see fit, rarely trying to control others and expecting others not to try to control them. But in a crisis, or when the situation needs in-depth understanding, they will thrive or at least until the crisis is over. They will be difficult to know as they will be quiet outsiders looking in until they are ready. Once they are clear on what needs to be done, they will be difficult to budge and will potentially move too quickly without thinking through all the implications.
However with growth of an Ambivert tendencies they can moderately be comfortable with groups and social interaction to a degree, but also still relish the time alone, away from a crowd. In simpler words, an ambivert is a person whose behaviour changes according to the situation they are in.
Strengths: Optimistic and Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed
~DAEMONS/FAMILIARS/PHOUKA~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT. KiTT can move in and out of Kougar's body at her will. It can communicate with Kougar through telepathy. Also KiTT can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small, as well as giving her the use of its power when its inside her. Kougar can see through KiTT's Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body. And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. Also KiTT has no gender because it is just a soul.
~HER OTHER GIFT~ {updated 1/7/20} Astral Projecting is another gift she obtained from being a Goddess. Though she doesn't know how this and assumes other reasons. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations or Telekinesis. Kougar can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it. However this can only be done in an astral projection state.
~APPEARANCE~
"WE ALL WEAR MASKS"
Jet Black Long Hair {I'm Not Butch!} ★_╭∩╮(◣_◢)╭∩╮_★
Blue Gray Eyes Can Change Pupil Shape ★_(♦)_(♦)_★
Height 5'7 W/O Thigh High Boots ★__(♡_♡)__★
All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!
When Catwoman-Purple Catsuit with Vinyl and Kevlar
At the Club-Naughty Corsets And Negligee
Everywhere else-Anything that looks Sexy!
~HUSH SECRETS~
Stealing, Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR!
The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one.
Her Abilities of her Daemon soul and her gift of astral projection.
(Jim Balent-Weretiger-Ancestral lineage of Panthera Tigris from the Hyborian Age.)
~SECRETS FILED~
She's Owner Of Kitty Nights Burlesque.
Her Penthouse is on the Eastside of Gotham, but she has others.
And one Bunker. {Hidden in one of the tunnels}
Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power over her. But Generally speaking she is the One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Rex Calabrese and Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Child and Teenager. But she got her Revenge since on them.
She has a soft spot for children in the Gotham Orphanage. And has spent years bringing goods to them anonymously.
She has also done a lot to help the stray cats in Gotham and helps to protect the Big Wild Cats in Gotham's Sanctuary.
She also has two other house cats givien to her called, Obsidian and Violet
Catwoman's Net Worth $80. Million...
~Aliases She Goes By~
Irena Dubrovna or Miss LaPerm-At The Club,
Marguerite Tone, Madame Moderne,
Katarina Kyle,
K or Kat which is most often used.
~ SECRETS OF Hate~ Human Trafficking, Drugs, Guns, Children Used And Abused, Poachers, WereWolves.
Certain people of her past- C. Beritti, Anthony Malficini, Carmine Falcone, First BF, and a couple of Demons past and present.
Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle
And a 2023 Purple Dodge Charger SRT HellCat Redeye! 203MPH
Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies! Maybe Even YOURS!!!
~NPC~
Bad Boys!
Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Studied in the Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering. He Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting. And Womanizing!
Robert Burns III - {FC-Brad Pitt} Senator's Aid
Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.
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☑Kei ☑Dominic ☑Thomas Wayne ☑Caelestra ☑Kilala ☑Kirishima
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BUT......
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Birthday:
June 5
Character Age
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Character Abilites
~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.
Hello I'm Kougar Kyle. Address me as my Character. (I'm a 10 + year Vet Rper.) I don't go by the pronoun Fad. Cosplayer & Actresses Used: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, Nerdy Siren, Alexikens as Catwoman. Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese as Kyle Herself! Various Pics are used in my Stories! Writer Must Be Over 21. Plotting Ideas Past & Present is Welcomed. All Threads Get Saved. If the Rper Wants to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email remains private. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her. If we agree to write together than I expect you to write in a timely manner. The Creation Of Kougar Kyle And Her History Took Years To Develop And Is Ongoing. Don't Steal My Twist To The Character! My Character is a Thief, but I am Not!! Treat Me With Respect In The RP Community!!
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While she was shaking her head to her own thoughts, a glance was cast toward the doorway of the space. Had the wolves managed to come down here, or was it too far into the grime of the city for a few stray drops of blood here and there to be traced? The odds felt in their favor, or at least more than it had been if they were to walk out to a little bit of daylight.
“We’re gonna make a scene no matter what way we get out of here, y’know that?” Jason spoke aloud in a mutter, more expectant than concerned. Coming out from places battered and watching people respond wasn’t a new concept. Stepping out when anyone could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing was another. He watched her pick up the bottle without putting up a fuss to it, rising to his feet.
“Miss Kitty, if you’d hand me another bottle and it’d go down just as smooth and I could still walk out of here on my hands just fine.” Jason challenged with a snort, eyeing her with one brow raised. Busted shoulder and all? Maybe those handstands wouldn’t last for too long. It didn’t keep the snark out of his tone any… maybe it had done something to mellow him down.
When she responded to the option, his head nodded once and he was already turned toward the door and making sure no knives nor firearms were showing. “We’ll take whatever we need in case we don’t get a second shot at it… I think I can handle that. After all, you could've left me back in the subway.”
Was that a thank you? Maybe it was as close as he’d get to one, formally. One glance over his shoulder, and he wouldn’t leave room for much more sappy sentiment. His brow furrowed, silent until the door had been opened and they were left in the dark. Jason strode forward, attentive on where her footsteps were in the space as he ended up following.
The sun was moving in their favor, and he had quit bleeding for the time being. The darkness of the leather jacket helped to mask bloodstains for what was hopefully a direct trek to the theatre. “...Who do you have in mind?” The demon’s skepticism echoed off the tunnel walls once they were out in the open. Jason had no choice but to listen. After all, his last and only outlet in the city wanted bare minimum to do with starting a turf war among wolves.
His senses were on the other sounds in the subway system by the time they reached the tracks. The smallest of vibrations would pique his interest to the point where he’d cast a paranoid glance back once or twice. “Act like a what-?”
For living in a theatre you think he’d know his movie quotes by now.
With his little story concluded, Jason’s furrowed stare landed somewhere between her and the floor as he waited for the backlash. Yeah, he’d fucked up. That was decided by the time they’d fled the scene of their second attack. It all trailed back to a night that was a fleeting decision he shouldn’t have dove into in the first place. A trace of guilt mixed with the soreness of his shoulder that was already attempting to heal itself upon getting stable. Although it looked no different the inflammation came quicker than a human rate, the sensation mixing with the ‘growing pains’ of his body trying to resolve it.
He waited yet, counting the seconds of silence taken to process what had been told. When she finally snapped and spat, his eyes narrowed to slits. Yet when she slid off her seat, Jason leaned forward reactively but it was, for once, more defensive than anything. “...What can I say? Karma has a pretty way of keeping tabs on me.” The man muttered back under his breath with nihilism on his tongue.
Jason snorted out a breath, cocking his head a few degrees to one side. “She’s not my fuckin’ girl. And she said she’d call when she had something, didn’t she?” What good was that, if the phone hadn’t rung yet? The demon’s jaw shifted some as he thought. “We don’t.” Sharp blues looked to Kougar. “If they keep coming in numbers like last time, then we don’t. Hell, even one was enough as is. If we get any more than two..?” Great, Jay. Just keep running? They could wait it out until morning and get a move on to the next city, but wolves were hunters after all. “At this point, the less we see of ‘em the better.”
With an exhale, the demon pulled his phone from a back pocket to check it— 5:15 AM. He slid off his seat and stood up. “We don’t have the choice of staying here... but the chance they’ll try anything in broad daylight isn’t too high.” As Jason spoke he reached for his clothes, picking out the least bloody thing (the leather jacket) and pulling it back on for the time being. “I say we head back to the theatre while they’re trying to connect what all happened in the night. We can stock up on what we need, so long as it’s still standing.”
Jason snorted. “Well… I can only think of one thing.” There was a silent pause as he figured on where to begin. He cleared his throat, blue hues snapping back to her. “It was about… four months ago, maybe, I was between hunts, in the city for a short while. I took a job on the side. A little something, is all. I probably shouldnt’ve, but it was slipped to me under the table.” He took one more swig out of the bottle as if he thought she’d be taking it away from him.
“It was a hit job, easy work… I was given a profile, I didn’t ask for names or stories. They’d told me where to start tracking from and I got to it.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Early twenties. Brown hair, scruffy lookin’ guy. They said he’d be in a group, and he’d be found at the center of it, hands down… I bet you could guess it by now. He was a shifter. Werewolf.” Jason’s brow furrowed as he thought, casting his eyes to the wall behind her. “I found them in a bar… one in the underground, they were out-of-town so I don’t know how they knew about the place. It’s built for supernaturals. You need some form of credentials to show, they wouldn’t let a human in.”
“I went in. I found my guy, took a seat… there were three of ‘em, a rowdy bunch. Hell, I even bought a round or two to quicken things up. I waited until he had a drink or two left. When he wasn’t looking I spiked his drink.” Jason’s face held strangely no remorse, eyes half-lidded. His head tipped some to the side in thought. “The right amount of wolfsbane can tear up a wolf’s stomach quicker than anything. It’s no different than holy water down a demon’s throat, silver to a vampire. By the time he fell off his barstool, I was already on my way out.”
Told’ya you wouldn’t like it, didn’t he?
He cleared his throat. “They caught up to me a few blocks down, so I bolted. They were out of town, I lost ‘em pretty easily, or so I thought. I don’t know who I killed or what status they were, but I didn’t think they’d come knocking on my door. We might have a rogue group to deal with or an entire pack…" The corner of his mouth gave a tug. "Dahlia might be able to dig up some information, she knows a pretty wide circle… we’ve just gotta last as long to get it.”
When his hand retracted it came to settle back on top of his leg, studying the woman now with a tilt of his head. He watched her pupils flick over to their more feline appearance, yet another thing he couldn’t quite do with what he was. The glove was slowly pulled from her arm and undoubtedly, his stare was following the maneuver for what might come of it. What would? The pale skin of another creature of the night. When the rest of it was pulled off he flicked an ear, readjusting his seating.
So what- he thought a bit too quickly. She hadn’t finished quite yet, and it showed by how her hand rotated in front of him. Before anymore sass could come out of the man he was watching the tips of her fingers as they seemed to shifted and change on their own accord. He even leaned forward in his seat as he spectated, trying to make sense of what triggered it. What supported them..?
“So it acts through you..? Or at your side, like the other night…” Kei deduced, speaking aloud his own answers as his mind went back to the large black cat in the theatre. The coolness on his fingers from when he pulled the tool from its back. No answers were expected, of course. The woman was about as readable as a brick wall to the demon. It made it hard to know what made her ‘tick’ aside from how he might piss her off.
Kei’s face was unflinching when the talon-esque nail rose toward his face. His ears were a bit more expressive as they flattened to the sides with displeasure- of course he’d get a bad feeling about it. The scrape against bone made a hollow sound as it drug along the surface, the sensation felt as a vibration but nothing more. When the Catwoman leaned in close he resisted the urge to pull back again, stubbornness keeping himself where he was. Still, those ears atop his head quivered to the voice so near, malignant energy coming off the demon like a wave until she’d backed up.
At least she was only threatening his face.
After a long moment of silence from when she pulled away, Kei huffed. Subconsciously his eyes closed. The blackened dust once more withered, taking the curse with it. Scarred bone revealed the flesh of his face that she’d threatened in the first place. Sharp blues opened, casting her a resting scowl of a stare. After a few more moments of quiet, he was trying to assess whether to speak or not. Jason reached down carefully for the bottle of liquor he’d set down, grasping it with his good arm and uncorking it.
"I've got good and bad news, Miss Kitty. I think I know what started our wolf problems." Oh, what a start to an explanation. He wore a guilty-as-shit stare as if he was readying himself for the reaction. The bottle was tipped back for another swig. "You're not gonna like it."
*They both sat there in silence until a waitress came over and offered to take their drink order. Sam started it off asking for a beer, Thomas requested their best 12 year old scotch. The woman then smiled at both of them and scurried away back into the crowd towards the bar. Thomas began to scan the club, noticing the cameras, the position of the lights, and the exits, and other doors. Sam then spoke up*
Sam: This place surely does bring in a nice clientele. Not only some tourists, but a few of the circuit court judges and a couple of people from the DA’s office.
Yes, it sure does seem to attract a very interesting clientele. But notice how all the waiters and waitresses move through the crowd. They don’t make eye contact and they don’t stop to talk to anyone, they do their job and then move on to the next customer. She has trained them well, but what is of interest to me, are those doors over there. *He doesn’t point, he uses his eyes to show Sam which doors, and Sam nods* Those must be the private rooms, maybe private parties, poker games, or both.
Sam: So do you think she is going to be willing to talk of a partnership with you, or is that out of the question?
We will discuss that if and when the time warrants it, but right now, let’s just enjoy the ambiance, who knows, we might get lucky.
*As they sat there, the waitress returned with their drinks, Thomas thanked her and tipped her $100, as she smiled and moved along to the other tables. Thomas raised his drink towards Sam*
Here is to us, let us always be friends and have each other’s backs. Cheers…. *He clinked his glass against Sams bottle and they nodded to each other. They then both drank their respected drinks. As he tasted the sweet ambrosia flow down his throat, he only thought about how this was going to an interesting night*
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While she was shaking her head to her own thoughts, a glance was cast toward the doorway of the space. Had the wolves managed to come down here, or was it too far into the grime of the city for a few stray drops of blood here and there to be traced? The odds felt in their favor, or at least more than it had been if they were to walk out to a little bit of daylight.
“We’re gonna make a scene no matter what way we get out of here, y’know that?” Jason spoke aloud in a mutter, more expectant than concerned. Coming out from places battered and watching people respond wasn’t a new concept. Stepping out when anyone could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing was another. He watched her pick up the bottle without putting up a fuss to it, rising to his feet.
“Miss Kitty, if you’d hand me another bottle and it’d go down just as smooth and I could still walk out of here on my hands just fine.” Jason challenged with a snort, eyeing her with one brow raised. Busted shoulder and all? Maybe those handstands wouldn’t last for too long. It didn’t keep the snark out of his tone any… maybe it had done something to mellow him down.
When she responded to the option, his head nodded once and he was already turned toward the door and making sure no knives nor firearms were showing. “We’ll take whatever we need in case we don’t get a second shot at it… I think I can handle that. After all, you could've left me back in the subway.”
Was that a thank you? Maybe it was as close as he’d get to one, formally. One glance over his shoulder, and he wouldn’t leave room for much more sappy sentiment. His brow furrowed, silent until the door had been opened and they were left in the dark. Jason strode forward, attentive on where her footsteps were in the space as he ended up following.
The sun was moving in their favor, and he had quit bleeding for the time being. The darkness of the leather jacket helped to mask bloodstains for what was hopefully a direct trek to the theatre. “...Who do you have in mind?” The demon’s skepticism echoed off the tunnel walls once they were out in the open. Jason had no choice but to listen. After all, his last and only outlet in the city wanted bare minimum to do with starting a turf war among wolves.
His senses were on the other sounds in the subway system by the time they reached the tracks. The smallest of vibrations would pique his interest to the point where he’d cast a paranoid glance back once or twice. “Act like a what-?”
For living in a theatre you think he’d know his movie quotes by now.
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With his little story concluded, Jason’s furrowed stare landed somewhere between her and the floor as he waited for the backlash. Yeah, he’d fucked up. That was decided by the time they’d fled the scene of their second attack. It all trailed back to a night that was a fleeting decision he shouldn’t have dove into in the first place. A trace of guilt mixed with the soreness of his shoulder that was already attempting to heal itself upon getting stable. Although it looked no different the inflammation came quicker than a human rate, the sensation mixing with the ‘growing pains’ of his body trying to resolve it.
He waited yet, counting the seconds of silence taken to process what had been told. When she finally snapped and spat, his eyes narrowed to slits. Yet when she slid off her seat, Jason leaned forward reactively but it was, for once, more defensive than anything. “...What can I say? Karma has a pretty way of keeping tabs on me.” The man muttered back under his breath with nihilism on his tongue.
Jason snorted out a breath, cocking his head a few degrees to one side. “She’s not my fuckin’ girl. And she said she’d call when she had something, didn’t she?” What good was that, if the phone hadn’t rung yet? The demon’s jaw shifted some as he thought. “We don’t.” Sharp blues looked to Kougar. “If they keep coming in numbers like last time, then we don’t. Hell, even one was enough as is. If we get any more than two..?” Great, Jay. Just keep running? They could wait it out until morning and get a move on to the next city, but wolves were hunters after all. “At this point, the less we see of ‘em the better.”
With an exhale, the demon pulled his phone from a back pocket to check it— 5:15 AM. He slid off his seat and stood up. “We don’t have the choice of staying here... but the chance they’ll try anything in broad daylight isn’t too high.” As Jason spoke he reached for his clothes, picking out the least bloody thing (the leather jacket) and pulling it back on for the time being. “I say we head back to the theatre while they’re trying to connect what all happened in the night. We can stock up on what we need, so long as it’s still standing.”
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Jason snorted. “Well… I can only think of one thing.” There was a silent pause as he figured on where to begin. He cleared his throat, blue hues snapping back to her. “It was about… four months ago, maybe, I was between hunts, in the city for a short while. I took a job on the side. A little something, is all. I probably shouldnt’ve, but it was slipped to me under the table.” He took one more swig out of the bottle as if he thought she’d be taking it away from him.
“It was a hit job, easy work… I was given a profile, I didn’t ask for names or stories. They’d told me where to start tracking from and I got to it.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Early twenties. Brown hair, scruffy lookin’ guy. They said he’d be in a group, and he’d be found at the center of it, hands down… I bet you could guess it by now. He was a shifter. Werewolf.” Jason’s brow furrowed as he thought, casting his eyes to the wall behind her. “I found them in a bar… one in the underground, they were out-of-town so I don’t know how they knew about the place. It’s built for supernaturals. You need some form of credentials to show, they wouldn’t let a human in.”
“I went in. I found my guy, took a seat… there were three of ‘em, a rowdy bunch. Hell, I even bought a round or two to quicken things up. I waited until he had a drink or two left. When he wasn’t looking I spiked his drink.” Jason’s face held strangely no remorse, eyes half-lidded. His head tipped some to the side in thought. “The right amount of wolfsbane can tear up a wolf’s stomach quicker than anything. It’s no different than holy water down a demon’s throat, silver to a vampire. By the time he fell off his barstool, I was already on my way out.”
Told’ya you wouldn’t like it, didn’t he?
He cleared his throat. “They caught up to me a few blocks down, so I bolted. They were out of town, I lost ‘em pretty easily, or so I thought. I don’t know who I killed or what status they were, but I didn’t think they’d come knocking on my door. We might have a rogue group to deal with or an entire pack…" The corner of his mouth gave a tug. "Dahlia might be able to dig up some information, she knows a pretty wide circle… we’ve just gotta last as long to get it.”
When his hand retracted it came to settle back on top of his leg, studying the woman now with a tilt of his head. He watched her pupils flick over to their more feline appearance, yet another thing he couldn’t quite do with what he was. The glove was slowly pulled from her arm and undoubtedly, his stare was following the maneuver for what might come of it. What would? The pale skin of another creature of the night. When the rest of it was pulled off he flicked an ear, readjusting his seating.
So what- he thought a bit too quickly. She hadn’t finished quite yet, and it showed by how her hand rotated in front of him. Before anymore sass could come out of the man he was watching the tips of her fingers as they seemed to shifted and change on their own accord. He even leaned forward in his seat as he spectated, trying to make sense of what triggered it. What supported them..?
“So it acts through you..? Or at your side, like the other night…” Kei deduced, speaking aloud his own answers as his mind went back to the large black cat in the theatre. The coolness on his fingers from when he pulled the tool from its back. No answers were expected, of course. The woman was about as readable as a brick wall to the demon. It made it hard to know what made her ‘tick’ aside from how he might piss her off.
Kei’s face was unflinching when the talon-esque nail rose toward his face. His ears were a bit more expressive as they flattened to the sides with displeasure- of course he’d get a bad feeling about it. The scrape against bone made a hollow sound as it drug along the surface, the sensation felt as a vibration but nothing more. When the Catwoman leaned in close he resisted the urge to pull back again, stubbornness keeping himself where he was. Still, those ears atop his head quivered to the voice so near, malignant energy coming off the demon like a wave until she’d backed up.
At least she was only threatening his face.
After a long moment of silence from when she pulled away, Kei huffed. Subconsciously his eyes closed. The blackened dust once more withered, taking the curse with it. Scarred bone revealed the flesh of his face that she’d threatened in the first place. Sharp blues opened, casting her a resting scowl of a stare. After a few more moments of quiet, he was trying to assess whether to speak or not. Jason reached down carefully for the bottle of liquor he’d set down, grasping it with his good arm and uncorking it.
"I've got good and bad news, Miss Kitty. I think I know what started our wolf problems." Oh, what a start to an explanation. He wore a guilty-as-shit stare as if he was readying himself for the reaction. The bottle was tipped back for another swig. "You're not gonna like it."
*They both sat there in silence until a waitress came over and offered to take their drink order. Sam started it off asking for a beer, Thomas requested their best 12 year old scotch. The woman then smiled at both of them and scurried away back into the crowd towards the bar. Thomas began to scan the club, noticing the cameras, the position of the lights, and the exits, and other doors. Sam then spoke up*
Sam: This place surely does bring in a nice clientele. Not only some tourists, but a few of the circuit court judges and a couple of people from the DA’s office.
Yes, it sure does seem to attract a very interesting clientele. But notice how all the waiters and waitresses move through the crowd. They don’t make eye contact and they don’t stop to talk to anyone, they do their job and then move on to the next customer. She has trained them well, but what is of interest to me, are those doors over there. *He doesn’t point, he uses his eyes to show Sam which doors, and Sam nods* Those must be the private rooms, maybe private parties, poker games, or both.
Sam: So do you think she is going to be willing to talk of a partnership with you, or is that out of the question?
We will discuss that if and when the time warrants it, but right now, let’s just enjoy the ambiance, who knows, we might get lucky.
*As they sat there, the waitress returned with their drinks, Thomas thanked her and tipped her $100, as she smiled and moved along to the other tables. Thomas raised his drink towards Sam*
Here is to us, let us always be friends and have each other’s backs. Cheers…. *He clinked his glass against Sams bottle and they nodded to each other. They then both drank their respected drinks. As he tasted the sweet ambrosia flow down his throat, he only thought about how this was going to an interesting night*
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