No Alcohol, No Guns, No Knives, No Drugs Are Permitted Inside!!
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My Story Is...
~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
YOU ADD YOU START!
Does Not Apply Here! I'm Flexible!
But Play By Your Own Rules You Set On Your Page!!
Don't Take Advange Of Mine!!
AND REMEBER CUROSITY KILLED THE CAT!
BUT......
SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!!
Birthday:
June 5
Character Age
30+
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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*chuckles and swirls the dark liquid in my glass. I look her over and breathe in the essence of the brave fear she's exuding. Such strength she puts forward in the face of detrimental danger and such defiance toward self preservation over mental misconceptions notably thought up to convince herself that there is nothing to fear. My eyes squint and I see the flight mode present itself for the briefest of seconds.*
- Oh how I've missed our chats. Your attempts to be brave are just so cute; your attempts to wound me so adorable. You're like a mouse meeting an African bullfrog for the first time.... to its own detriment. How very nice of you to visit the angel, I'm sure she was quite pleased to see you up on her holy pedistal. You should visit her more often.... maybe even take our boy up to meet her, explore that wonderous world and experience the light that will never be his after he turns 25.
*I stand adjusting the jacket and gulping the rest of the drink. I rest it on an invisible surface while i remove the cufflinks and pull back the sleeves slightly. I lick my lips and the glass starts to fall. In an instant I am behind her, sinking my hands into her back and breathing in all that fear she was hiding. With another deep breath I grasp her spinal coloum and lean my head on the nape of her neck. Her short gasps and moans a song in my ears. There is a prickling running along my extremities as my darker half signals its need to come out and play; but I bite back on that impulse.*
- I bet you think you are safe, I even bet you think your boy toy is safe, I'm sure you think that I will neverdo anything to destroy this little family of yours because you think I'm too hurt with the angel turning away from me. Your attempts to putting me in a human box is misplaced dear, I'm not guided by your morals or oppressed by emotional paradoxes.
But then your thought process is limited to this plain.
Your aversion to me is only based on fear... And thats alright, at least you feel something, but I'm not worried in the slightest. Often the pure hearts are drawn to darkness. It is seen as a forbidden thing and how easily people get tempted to break the rules. But I don't want it, when you love, you tend to want; making you forget your purpose for existance, your goals and aspirations. Whats that phrase? Love is blind? No.... love blinds.
I am no longer blind, I see very clearly now. I do not want your love, pitty or hate. Life's full that mess as it is, but let’s accentuate the positives, shall we? I got what I want a long time ago, the fruit of that labour has matured and very soon I will collect.
*With a deep rumbling chuckle, I dissolve into smoke and return to my realm. I watch as her plain fades away, leaving her a gasping heap on the ground.*
*chuckles* yet you never hesitate to respond, no there's no way I'd think otherwise. strong independent female like you? of course you don't want or need me....... until you do. careful female, you'll hurt yourself thinking about me so much.
As the wolves waited for his answer Jason grew slightly more relaxed to be standing on the tracks. Only a little. The truth of it was, they wanted their answers and he had made it clear he had them. At least, he had something. If they killed him now, they would get none of that from him. No matter which way Kei’s luck swayed, he knew one thing damn well: how to buy himself a little time.
“I was hired months ago. I was told to wait for a date that would be given to me at a later notice. She paid upfront and she paid well, I didn’t question it. Wasn’t my job to ask questions at the time.” It was the last job he did before disappearing from the streets to train for the ‘greater purpose’ Alice O’Malley had promised him. What followed, he could have never expected. Just like he never expected a follow-up from that night. He slipped in and out of the bar like a shadow, but a scent could last forever in a werewolf’s mind. It was something the wolves and the vampires had in common with one another.
“She?”
“That’s right, She. I didn’t ask any other questions, ‘wasn’t my job to. We didn’t meet face to face, I only heard her voice. Early thirties I’d have to guess. Didn’t sound like she was from the city.”
He could see the shuffling of the wolves behind him and a distant chatter as they deliberated. The blond man in front hadn’t torn his eyes away from Jason like they might be able to burn holes through the man in the dim station lights.
“-She said something else though.”
“Out with it!” The wolf growled.
“She said the hit was to pay a due.”
Jason watched carefully as the man’s expression changed at that slice of information. Sharp eyes suddenly widened and the wolf’s jawline slackened from the scowl he had worn previously. Even the wolves on standby had grown still. Jason’s head tilted. The conversation was so shallow back then that he had never thought to question it. Mercenaries weren’t ones to ask questions in their line of work. Hunters were.
“Paying a due… so what’s that mean to you?”
There was a tense silence where Jason was waiting and hanging on for what the wolf’s words would be. The struggle was seen; whatever the story was, the Beta looked less than eager to speak it. Finally, the man drew in a deep breath.
“This woman is a witch. She did our pack a great service many years ago. A plague went through our community. By the time it reached the late son of our leader, he was desperate for a cure.
“A cure?”
The wolf only nodded begrudgingly. Jason’s head gave a tilt while he thought.
“You made a deal… didn’t you? What about that deal led to me?”
“It was over fifteen years ago… but I remember what she said. ‘She will be paid what she was owed in time.’”
There was another long silence where even from Kougar’s perch, their body language was hard to read for what it all meant. Jason wished, just for a moment, that Kougar was down on the tracks. No matter. He was about to gamble with a proposal.
“-what if this Witch was handled for you?” Jason questioned.
There was shuffling from the sentinel wolves further off. Voices of surprise, resentment, and debate were heard although he couldn’t gather what their words were.
Kilala opened her mouth to let out a cute yawn and made a little mewling noise as she did. After the big meal she had. She wanted to sleep it off and keep her girlish figure. She wasn't going to be one of those fat cats. Not with the metabolism she had. Slowly not wanting to get up, she streches her body and laws sprawled in bed though she did manage to puff out a smoke signal to greet the cat woman.
"Hello, slept well?"
Was what the smoke turned into as the kitty made herself more comfy in bed.
*Thomas knew he had to get out of there, it was only a matter of time before he let on, he knew who she was, but he didn’t want her to know just yet. This Blake character was a more pressing concern now. He needed to locate this asshole and then bring him down, but right now he needed to think straight, he had a meeting with the Gotham City Board at 3pm, and he was running a tad late. The meeting was about the cell phone technology that was going to revolutionize Gotham, bring it into the 22nd Century, basically allowing every citizen of Gotham to have a cell phone, free of cost, but there is always a catch, and he needed to see what it was and how this would benefit Gotham. The last thing he wanted was a phone in everyone’s hands, that could be dangerous. So as he drove his mind drifted back to her, Irena, Catwoman, whoever, he needed her, not just as a partner but as an equal, he needed HER.
He finally came out of the daze he was in when the phone rang, it was Sam*
What do you have for me?
Sam: Facial recognition is still running as we speak, Cobblepot has his contacts checking every nook and cranny in the city for any signs of this Blake character. Also, the Board members are starting to arrive. Your suit is ready in your penthouse, all you need to do is shower and change.
Good, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, keep them busy for me
Sam: You got it boss, oh by the way, how was your date?
I’ll tell you later, it got interesting to say the least
*With that he hung up and floored it, zipping in and out of traffic as the Main Casino began to rise in front of him like Kilimanjaro rising above the African plains, Blake and Catwoman will have to wait, the Board is top priority now.*
~Later that Evening~
*Blake was getting restless, he needed a fix and he heard of this bizarre type deal that goes on in Gotham, but he needed to find its location. He heard rumors of it when he was in a local bar the other night, they said look for some graffiti that said “PHAR BIZZ-B3”. He scoured all of lower Gotham looking for any sign of this phantom bizarre and was just about to give up when he saw the graffiti, like a bright light shining the way to the Holy Grail, he hit paydirt. Now all he needed was to find the location, and from what the guys in the bar stated, the last digits were a grid location, and where else can you find a grid location, but on a map. He pulled out a map of Gotham, and looked for B3* Gotcha, midtown bypass *but that location was riddled with warehouses, I guess it was time for a scavenger hunt. He put the map away and then drove to the midtown bypass, when he pulled into the area, it didn’t take him long to find the location, pretty obvious, considering there was a big burly fella standing at the door, must be the enforcer.
He parked the car, in an alley way, and walked over to the door. As he approached the guy, stepped forward and into the light.*
Enforcer: What do you want?
Blake: Well you see, I’m here for the festivities, and I heard you can make a decent score inside
Enforcer: What makes you think you are allowed inside
Blake: Well my friend Benjamin says you’ll open the door and let me in, otherwise there might be some trouble
*The enforcer looked at the guy and then at the bill. He already got roughed up earlier by a woman, there was no way he was going to tussle with this guy, he might wind up in the hospital. He took the bill, and stepped aside, opening the door*
Enforcer: Enjoy your stay
Blake: Oh, I most certainly will.
*When he walked inside it was exactly the way he depicted it, at least 30 – 60 vendors, selling anything from drugs to weapons, his kind of bizarre. He was looking around when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a woman dressed all in purple. There was no way he could forget a figure like that, it was her. But how was he going to make his approach, direct or in a round about way.*
The inevitable acceptance of the task soon brought Kirishima behind the wheel of the transport vehicle. Upbeat music hummed from the speakers and into the night air, yet Kirishima's mind was everywhere but the tunes. This all happened so fast, the youth hardly had time to fully process the situation at hand.
Will he truly be able to take on all the guards, load up the cats and keep them safe by himself? Damn it, why didn't he ask for a team? Did he let excitement get the better of him again and bite off more than he could chew?
Enough. He blinked and shook his head a moment, ridding himself of the intrusive thoughts and willed his nerves to calm. He can do this. He will do this. Not for the money, but for the sake of the cats and bringing their captors to justice.
He turned the music off well before he reached the harbor. How odd... The flashing dance of blue and white lights earned a puzzled frown. He pulled up to a barricade, where he was stopped and asked for ID and paperwork. Kirishima obliged. He was allowed through after he was given the orders to meet the chief at a certain location.
The red carefully pulled the vehicle up to the designated location and stepped out. Kirishima looked incredibly out of place next to the cops that he approached: The 21-year old stood a bit taller than a handful of the cops there, and instead of day-to-day attire, he was doned in his trademark 'costume' as per his agency's work protocol. His lower half was covered with loose-fitting black pants and boots, along with a half-cape around his waist that was ripped at the hems. Gear-shaped shoulder guards and black sleeves were the only pieces of clothing that covered his broad and strongly-built upper body. His features were encased in a black metal face guard, four points angled inwards around his mouth like bared fangs of a roaring beast. His hair was not straight and tied back like it was during his meeting with Lionel; no, his hair was now bristled like the mane of a red lion. Oh, the irony.
"Red Riot, sir." He announced himself as he approached the chief with an extended hand. He did not acknowledge the stares he got, yet still picked up a puzzled murmur or two from the surrounding patrons. "I have orders to transport the cargo to safety."
"Can't say we expected someone like you to pop up. You missed all the action." The chief walked over and shook Kirishima's extended hand. Unlike the few whispering members of his team, the elder didn't seem as phased or impressed by Kirishima's presence, and it showed by the blank expression the younger man was met with."You got the paperwork?"
"I sure do!" Kirishima handed the documents over. A slight bit of nervousness twinged as the elder took a little too long to examine its contents. Maybe Kirishima should have looked it over before he got there...
"Cool. One less thing for us to deal with." The chief finally gruffed and handed the paperwork back to the red. "You need help loading them up?"
"Oh, that would be much appreciated, sir!" Kirishima responded genuinely.
Orders were barked, and members of the task force began bustling to action. Kirishima helped lift the large metal crates into his vehicle. He couldn't help but pause for a moment to peer in between the slots of a crate once it was set down. His eyes met the wild eyes of the white cat within, and the beast uttered a low growl. Suddenly, the puma charged at the side of the crate with a harsh hiss, promoting a gasp and a startled jump back from Kirishima as the cat banged loudly against the metal. He hoped nobody saw his startled reaction, yet it was almost inevitable that someone had.
"Alright, they're all loaded up." The chief said to Kirishima. "You're good to go. We'll wrap up here."
"Oh, that was quick." He commented absentmindedly. "I appreciate your help, sir."
Soon enough, he was back on the road. The slight unease was only accentuated by the sounds of the cats rustling and growling within their enclosures, and Kirishima regularly glanced at his rearview mirrors to watch for followers.
This mission seemed way too easy in Kirishima's opinion for such high stakes, but who knows? Maybe he actually lucked out this time around.
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"How did you not see the cops coming? Was nobody posted on lookout?" Jodi Miller hissed into his phone. The response to that sounded somewhat choppy from the other line.
"Were you able to actually identify who took the cats?" Another muffled response from his subordinate.
"Red Ri--..." The name was trailed off with an exasperated sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose. "This...complicates things. No matter, follow the signal from the cat's tracking devices and tail him. I'm sending backup your way, the two of you are not to actually engage with the targets until after they arrive."
Miller hung up and simply remained sitting at his desk in thought. How did the cops know where they were? Was there a mole in their ranks? He picked up the phone again; time to call Blake and keep him posted.
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The vehicle trembled as Kirishima drove it down a long gravel driveway with trees on either side. The midnight hour brought a deep darkness that his bright headlights cut through with ease. The red could see the faint glow of lights in the distance, no doubt coming from the farm belonging to the sanctuary in question. The road opened up from trees to pasture, and Kirishima continued to follow the gravel road until it lead him to an open lot in front of a very large two-story barn. He saw a small handful of dark-clad people stationed by the barn, watching him intently as he drove up. They signaled him to turn the vehicle around, which Kirishima did, and the workers guided him as he backed the vehicle into the wide opening of the barn.
Kirishima cut the engine off once the vehicle was in place and stepped out. One man walked up towards him.
"Riot, I take it? You weren't followed, were you?"
"Yes sir." Kirishima acknowledged his code name. "And no, there wasn't anyone tailing me."
The other nodded with a grunt began to walk towards the vehicle. A hand gesture brought a handful of workers forward to begin unloading the beasts.
"So, where are their enclosures?" Kirishima asked as he followed the man. "Do you need help unloading them?" The man stopped abruptly and turned to face the oddly-dressed.
"No, but thanks. Just do your job and make sure the outside perimeters are clear."
The last part seemed a little snappy, yet Kirishima thought little of it. It was late, the workers must be exhausted. The man watched as Kirishima nodded, turned, and walked out of the barn until he was out of sight.
'Scary looking motherfucker,' The worker thought in regards to Kirishima, before he made his way back towards the crates. One of the pumas hissed loudly as he passed. "Oh, shut up!" He snapped and kicked the crate hard with the bottom of his foot.
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Kirishima inhaled deeply once he made it outside- the air smelled much more fresh than in the dense cities he was accustomed to. He took his position in the middle of the open lot in front of the barn, and stood on guard with his arms folded over his chest. The young man intently scanned the treeline and pastures for any movement or lights.
Kirishima absentmindedly thought about how his job here was just about done; he would be back home in no time at all. So why did he still feel so uneasy? There was still something gnawing at the back of his mind, an instinct of sorts that heightened his senses in preparation for something to come. Were they being watched? Was there something going on? Kirishima didn't like this feeling, whatever it was, but he still stood tall and on guard.
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*chuckles and swirls the dark liquid in my glass. I look her over and breathe in the essence of the brave fear she's exuding. Such strength she puts forward in the face of detrimental danger and such defiance toward self preservation over mental misconceptions notably thought up to convince herself that there is nothing to fear. My eyes squint and I see the flight mode present itself for the briefest of seconds.*
- Oh how I've missed our chats. Your attempts to be brave are just so cute; your attempts to wound me so adorable. You're like a mouse meeting an African bullfrog for the first time.... to its own detriment. How very nice of you to visit the angel, I'm sure she was quite pleased to see you up on her holy pedistal. You should visit her more often.... maybe even take our boy up to meet her, explore that wonderous world and experience the light that will never be his after he turns 25.
*I stand adjusting the jacket and gulping the rest of the drink. I rest it on an invisible surface while i remove the cufflinks and pull back the sleeves slightly. I lick my lips and the glass starts to fall. In an instant I am behind her, sinking my hands into her back and breathing in all that fear she was hiding. With another deep breath I grasp her spinal coloum and lean my head on the nape of her neck. Her short gasps and moans a song in my ears. There is a prickling running along my extremities as my darker half signals its need to come out and play; but I bite back on that impulse.*
- I bet you think you are safe, I even bet you think your boy toy is safe, I'm sure you think that I will never do anything to destroy this little family of yours because you think I'm too hurt with the angel turning away from me. Your attempts to putting me in a human box is misplaced dear, I'm not guided by your morals or oppressed by emotional paradoxes.
But then your thought process is limited to this plain.
Your aversion to me is only based on fear... And thats alright, at least you feel something, but I'm not worried in the slightest. Often the pure hearts are drawn to darkness. It is seen as a forbidden thing and how easily people get tempted to break the rules. But I don't want it, when you love, you tend to want; making you forget your purpose for existance, your goals and aspirations. Whats that phrase? Love is blind? No.... love blinds.
I am no longer blind, I see very clearly now. I do not want your love, pitty or hate. Life's full that mess as it is, but let’s accentuate the positives, shall we? I got what I want a long time ago, the fruit of that labour has matured and very soon I will collect.
*With a deep rumbling chuckle, I dissolve into smoke and return to my realm. I watch as her plain fades away, leaving her a gasping heap on the ground.*
*chuckles* yet you never hesitate to respond, no there's no way I'd think otherwise. strong independent female like you? of course you don't want or need me....... until you do. careful female, you'll hurt yourself thinking about me so much.
*grins*
Ah yes... theres that dark, unrelenting hatred I know and have come to love.
*watches her from head to (tail) toe*
And I see we're still lying to ourselves... whatever helps you sleep at night sexy....
*leans back, pulls a glass of burbon from thin air, sips and places it on a table*
cuz we all know vampire boy ain't doing it for you....
*chucckles*
Ahhh.... so she does miss me!
Has the cat moved on from the bat...............? Interesting. *grins*
As the wolves waited for his answer Jason grew slightly more relaxed to be standing on the tracks. Only a little. The truth of it was, they wanted their answers and he had made it clear he had them. At least, he had something. If they killed him now, they would get none of that from him. No matter which way Kei’s luck swayed, he knew one thing damn well: how to buy himself a little time.
“I was hired months ago. I was told to wait for a date that would be given to me at a later notice. She paid upfront and she paid well, I didn’t question it. Wasn’t my job to ask questions at the time.” It was the last job he did before disappearing from the streets to train for the ‘greater purpose’ Alice O’Malley had promised him. What followed, he could have never expected. Just like he never expected a follow-up from that night. He slipped in and out of the bar like a shadow, but a scent could last forever in a werewolf’s mind. It was something the wolves and the vampires had in common with one another.
“She?”
“That’s right, She. I didn’t ask any other questions, ‘wasn’t my job to. We didn’t meet face to face, I only heard her voice. Early thirties I’d have to guess. Didn’t sound like she was from the city.”
He could see the shuffling of the wolves behind him and a distant chatter as they deliberated. The blond man in front hadn’t torn his eyes away from Jason like they might be able to burn holes through the man in the dim station lights.
“-She said something else though.”
“Out with it!” The wolf growled.
“She said the hit was to pay a due.”
Jason watched carefully as the man’s expression changed at that slice of information. Sharp eyes suddenly widened and the wolf’s jawline slackened from the scowl he had worn previously. Even the wolves on standby had grown still. Jason’s head tilted. The conversation was so shallow back then that he had never thought to question it. Mercenaries weren’t ones to ask questions in their line of work. Hunters were.
“Paying a due… so what’s that mean to you?”
There was a tense silence where Jason was waiting and hanging on for what the wolf’s words would be. The struggle was seen; whatever the story was, the Beta looked less than eager to speak it. Finally, the man drew in a deep breath.
“This woman is a witch. She did our pack a great service many years ago. A plague went through our community. By the time it reached the late son of our leader, he was desperate for a cure.
“A cure?”
The wolf only nodded begrudgingly. Jason’s head gave a tilt while he thought.
“You made a deal… didn’t you? What about that deal led to me?”
“It was over fifteen years ago… but I remember what she said. ‘She will be paid what she was owed in time.’”
There was another long silence where even from Kougar’s perch, their body language was hard to read for what it all meant. Jason wished, just for a moment, that Kougar was down on the tracks. No matter. He was about to gamble with a proposal.
“-what if this Witch was handled for you?” Jason questioned.
There was shuffling from the sentinel wolves further off. Voices of surprise, resentment, and debate were heard although he couldn’t gather what their words were.
Kilala opened her mouth to let out a cute yawn and made a little mewling noise as she did. After the big meal she had. She wanted to sleep it off and keep her girlish figure. She wasn't going to be one of those fat cats. Not with the metabolism she had. Slowly not wanting to get up, she streches her body and laws sprawled in bed though she did manage to puff out a smoke signal to greet the cat woman.
"Hello, slept well?"
Was what the smoke turned into as the kitty made herself more comfy in bed.
*Thomas knew he had to get out of there, it was only a matter of time before he let on, he knew who she was, but he didn’t want her to know just yet. This Blake character was a more pressing concern now. He needed to locate this asshole and then bring him down, but right now he needed to think straight, he had a meeting with the Gotham City Board at 3pm, and he was running a tad late. The meeting was about the cell phone technology that was going to revolutionize Gotham, bring it into the 22nd Century, basically allowing every citizen of Gotham to have a cell phone, free of cost, but there is always a catch, and he needed to see what it was and how this would benefit Gotham. The last thing he wanted was a phone in everyone’s hands, that could be dangerous. So as he drove his mind drifted back to her, Irena, Catwoman, whoever, he needed her, not just as a partner but as an equal, he needed HER.
He finally came out of the daze he was in when the phone rang, it was Sam*
What do you have for me?
Sam: Facial recognition is still running as we speak, Cobblepot has his contacts checking every nook and cranny in the city for any signs of this Blake character. Also, the Board members are starting to arrive. Your suit is ready in your penthouse, all you need to do is shower and change.
Good, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, keep them busy for me
Sam: You got it boss, oh by the way, how was your date?
I’ll tell you later, it got interesting to say the least
*With that he hung up and floored it, zipping in and out of traffic as the Main Casino began to rise in front of him like Kilimanjaro rising above the African plains, Blake and Catwoman will have to wait, the Board is top priority now.*
~Later that Evening~
*Blake was getting restless, he needed a fix and he heard of this bizarre type deal that goes on in Gotham, but he needed to find its location. He heard rumors of it when he was in a local bar the other night, they said look for some graffiti that said “PHAR BIZZ-B3”. He scoured all of lower Gotham looking for any sign of this phantom bizarre and was just about to give up when he saw the graffiti, like a bright light shining the way to the Holy Grail, he hit paydirt. Now all he needed was to find the location, and from what the guys in the bar stated, the last digits were a grid location, and where else can you find a grid location, but on a map. He pulled out a map of Gotham, and looked for B3* Gotcha, midtown bypass *but that location was riddled with warehouses, I guess it was time for a scavenger hunt. He put the map away and then drove to the midtown bypass, when he pulled into the area, it didn’t take him long to find the location, pretty obvious, considering there was a big burly fella standing at the door, must be the enforcer.
He parked the car, in an alley way, and walked over to the door. As he approached the guy, stepped forward and into the light.*
Enforcer: What do you want?
Blake: Well you see, I’m here for the festivities, and I heard you can make a decent score inside
Enforcer: What makes you think you are allowed inside
Blake: Well my friend Benjamin says you’ll open the door and let me in, otherwise there might be some trouble
*The enforcer looked at the guy and then at the bill. He already got roughed up earlier by a woman, there was no way he was going to tussle with this guy, he might wind up in the hospital. He took the bill, and stepped aside, opening the door*
Enforcer: Enjoy your stay
Blake: Oh, I most certainly will.
*When he walked inside it was exactly the way he depicted it, at least 30 – 60 vendors, selling anything from drugs to weapons, his kind of bizarre. He was looking around when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a woman dressed all in purple. There was no way he could forget a figure like that, it was her. But how was he going to make his approach, direct or in a round about way.*
The inevitable acceptance of the task soon brought Kirishima behind the wheel of the transport vehicle. Upbeat music hummed from the speakers and into the night air, yet Kirishima's mind was everywhere but the tunes. This all happened so fast, the youth hardly had time to fully process the situation at hand.
Will he truly be able to take on all the guards, load up the cats and keep them safe by himself? Damn it, why didn't he ask for a team? Did he let excitement get the better of him again and bite off more than he could chew?
Enough. He blinked and shook his head a moment, ridding himself of the intrusive thoughts and willed his nerves to calm. He can do this. He will do this. Not for the money, but for the sake of the cats and bringing their captors to justice.
He turned the music off well before he reached the harbor. How odd... The flashing dance of blue and white lights earned a puzzled frown. He pulled up to a barricade, where he was stopped and asked for ID and paperwork. Kirishima obliged. He was allowed through after he was given the orders to meet the chief at a certain location.
The red carefully pulled the vehicle up to the designated location and stepped out. Kirishima looked incredibly out of place next to the cops that he approached: The 21-year old stood a bit taller than a handful of the cops there, and instead of day-to-day attire, he was doned in his trademark 'costume' as per his agency's work protocol. His lower half was covered with loose-fitting black pants and boots, along with a half-cape around his waist that was ripped at the hems. Gear-shaped shoulder guards and black sleeves were the only pieces of clothing that covered his broad and strongly-built upper body.
His features were encased in a black metal face guard, four points angled inwards around his mouth like bared fangs of a roaring beast. His hair was not straight and tied back like it was during his meeting with Lionel; no, his hair was now bristled like the mane of a red lion. Oh, the irony.
"Red Riot, sir." He announced himself as he approached the chief with an extended hand. He did not acknowledge the stares he got, yet still picked up a puzzled murmur or two from the surrounding patrons. "I have orders to transport the cargo to safety."
"Can't say we expected someone like you to pop up. You missed all the action." The chief walked over and shook Kirishima's extended hand. Unlike the few whispering members of his team, the elder didn't seem as phased or impressed by Kirishima's presence, and it showed by the blank expression the younger man was met with."You got the paperwork?"
"I sure do!" Kirishima handed the documents over. A slight bit of nervousness twinged as the elder took a little too long to examine its contents. Maybe Kirishima should have looked it over before he got there...
"Cool. One less thing for us to deal with." The chief finally gruffed and handed the paperwork back to the red. "You need help loading them up?"
"Oh, that would be much appreciated, sir!" Kirishima responded genuinely.
Orders were barked, and members of the task force began bustling to action. Kirishima helped lift the large metal crates into his vehicle. He couldn't help but pause for a moment to peer in between the slots of a crate once it was set down. His eyes met the wild eyes of the white cat within, and the beast uttered a low growl. Suddenly, the puma charged at the side of the crate with a harsh hiss, promoting a gasp and a startled jump back from Kirishima as the cat banged loudly against the metal. He hoped nobody saw his startled reaction, yet it was almost inevitable that someone had.
"Alright, they're all loaded up." The chief said to Kirishima. "You're good to go. We'll wrap up here."
"Oh, that was quick." He commented absentmindedly. "I appreciate your help, sir."
Soon enough, he was back on the road. The slight unease was only accentuated by the sounds of the cats rustling and growling within their enclosures, and Kirishima regularly glanced at his rearview mirrors to watch for followers.
This mission seemed way too easy in Kirishima's opinion for such high stakes, but who knows? Maybe he actually lucked out this time around.
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"How did you not see the cops coming? Was nobody posted on lookout?" Jodi Miller hissed into his phone. The response to that sounded somewhat choppy from the other line.
"Were you able to actually identify who took the cats?" Another muffled response from his subordinate.
"Red Ri--..." The name was trailed off with an exasperated sigh and a pinch to the bridge of his nose. "This...complicates things. No matter, follow the signal from the cat's tracking devices and tail him. I'm sending backup your way, the two of you are not to actually engage with the targets until after they arrive."
Miller hung up and simply remained sitting at his desk in thought. How did the cops know where they were? Was there a mole in their ranks?
He picked up the phone again; time to call Blake and keep him posted.
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The vehicle trembled as Kirishima drove it down a long gravel driveway with trees on either side. The midnight hour brought a deep darkness that his bright headlights cut through with ease. The red could see the faint glow of lights in the distance, no doubt coming from the farm belonging to the sanctuary in question. The road opened up from trees to pasture, and Kirishima continued to follow the gravel road until it lead him to an open lot in front of a very large two-story barn. He saw a small handful of dark-clad people stationed by the barn, watching him intently as he drove up. They signaled him to turn the vehicle around, which Kirishima did, and the workers guided him as he backed the vehicle into the wide opening of the barn.
Kirishima cut the engine off once the vehicle was in place and stepped out. One man walked up towards him.
"Riot, I take it? You weren't followed, were you?"
"Yes sir." Kirishima acknowledged his code name. "And no, there wasn't anyone tailing me."
The other nodded with a grunt began to walk towards the vehicle. A hand gesture brought a handful of workers forward to begin unloading the beasts.
"So, where are their enclosures?" Kirishima asked as he followed the man. "Do you need help unloading them?" The man stopped abruptly and turned to face the oddly-dressed.
"No, but thanks. Just do your job and make sure the outside perimeters are clear."
The last part seemed a little snappy, yet Kirishima thought little of it. It was late, the workers must be exhausted. The man watched as Kirishima nodded, turned, and walked out of the barn until he was out of sight.
'Scary looking motherfucker,' The worker thought in regards to Kirishima, before he made his way back towards the crates. One of the pumas hissed loudly as he passed. "Oh, shut up!" He snapped and kicked the crate hard with the bottom of his foot.
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Kirishima inhaled deeply once he made it outside- the air smelled much more fresh than in the dense cities he was accustomed to. He took his position in the middle of the open lot in front of the barn, and stood on guard with his arms folded over his chest. The young man intently scanned the treeline and pastures for any movement or lights.
Kirishima absentmindedly thought about how his job here was just about done; he would be back home in no time at all. So why did he still feel so uneasy? There was still something gnawing at the back of his mind, an instinct of sorts that heightened his senses in preparation for something to come.
Were they being watched? Was there something going on? Kirishima didn't like this feeling, whatever it was, but he still stood tall and on guard.
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