see a seer cat
Adam Pikely
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#1
Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
Despite the whole war thing looming on the horizon, Adam was having a pretty chill time of it. He and Pet had found themselves a nice little hole to hide away from the world in in their cave and Torchline, while he couldn't partake in a lot of it's more crude delights anymore, was still his kind of town. He'd begun to come to a kind of peace about the inability to fuck or get drunk, because he'd had to.

Still, as much as he was enjoying the calm, he wouldn't turn down some fun when it came up; when Maeve asked him to help her find a Seer Cat in the docks, it sounded like it could become shenanigans quite quickly. He was in.

It was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to make it's descent in the sky; the day had been cloudy and mild for the beach anyway, but he still brought his parasol. Partly out of caution and partly out of a concern for fashion. Adam had found he was quite partial to the drama that the shade cast upon his face gave. Waiting for Maeve by the end of one of the docks, parasol in one hand and a knife flipping back and forth in the other, he hoped to look exactly like the cool rogue one might expect to see on the port of Torchline.
You've been waiting for this ever since you were young
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Maeve Ansel
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Madame

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#2
Maeve

Adam wasn't wrong. It could very quickly become shenanigans. Something Maeve was sorely missing in her life even with a son to chase after. The Nightshade is already there waiting for him and the smirk that curls on her lips at the sight of her friend with his parasol is downright predatory. Only Adam could make such a thing look good. She approached with all long legs and swaying hips, seeming to be incapable of moving any other way as she meandered towards him, pulling him into a hug when she got close enough. A kiss is placed against his cheek and she lingered just long enough to purr, "My my my… Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." She teased, pulling back to give him an obvious once over, "Fashionable as always, love."

The Nightshade finally smiled, bright and sweet, "Thanks for coming to help. Hopefully it won't be too difficult to catch one of these damned things." The queen was already keeping a Hel alive and to add a cat into the mix hadn't been on her list of to-do's, but when Safrin told you to do something, you did it.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
Adam Pikely
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Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
Adam thankfully had the presence of mind to close the knife and slide it back in his belt before  Maeve leaned in for her kiss, and lopsidedly grinned at the affection, huffing out a laugh and wiggling the parasol over his head. "Found it at the bottom of the fucking ocean, if you can believe that, but it does a good job of keeping the sun off." Though honestly, had it not been black, he probably wouldn't have used it - fashion always came first.

"Yeah - uh, what's it for? Just fancy a cat, or is there some weird God shit happening? It's always weird God shit." He concluded before she answered, assuming (though she was welcome to correct him). "Don't even tell me what for." If it ended up this blooming cat was somehow going to murder all Ascended, Adam would rather just not know his part in it. It was easier if he could just pretend it was all silly hijinks.

Taking a few steps towards the edge of the dock and kneeling to look down beneath, he hummed. "Cats like dark places and stuff right? So maybe we should look under the pier? In the gross bits?"
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Maeve

Of course he did. Leave it to Adam to find something like an all black parasol at the bottom of the ocean. His words drew a laugh from her, bright and airy as she drew back, no longer standing on her tip toes so her lips could meet his cheek. Her smile didn't falter as she looked up at him, rolling her eyes affectionately, "Leave it to you to find something like that." The Nightshade drawled, turning away from him to look down the dock, eyes narrowing in the fading evening light.

"It's just so I can get faster." Yeah, it was 'God-shit' and sure it might later assist her in fighting the Ascended should she end up in battle, but it wasn't just for that. Still, Maeve didn't blame Adam for not really wanting to know. So she only gave him what little details he might need. Which in the grand scheme, wasn't much.

In the gross bits. How lovely. Her nose wrinkled as she followed after him, kneeling down and eventually laying flat on her belly as she held the side of the dock, flipping her head over to dangle it past the edge and look beneath. It was hard to see much of anything with the lack of light, but she could swear that she saw two reflective eyes blink back at her before a shadow darted to the left towards the shore. "I think you're right. A good place to start." The Nightshade confirmed, getting back onto her feet and moving to jump down on the sandy shore below so they might duck beneath the pier.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
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#5
Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
Adam grinned and twirled his parasol in the air, how he imagined a fancy lady might do it, and bent his knees a little to give Maeve easier access to his cheek.

To get faster sounded innocent enough, though he had just asked her to not tell him the details, so Adam still bounced the words around inside his head, trying to pull out from them any kind of hidden meaning, or how more speed might equate to more power against the Ascended later. He supposed if it did, he'd just have to regret it when Maeve knocked him down going at the speed of light across a battlefield. "Aight. Do you have to kill the cat for it? Eat it or something?"

He hadn't expected her to get down and look with him, but he said nothing of it and looked just in time to see the eyes too. "Okay. Let's fucking go get us a cat." No longer worried about any aches or pains it'd cause, Adam jumped off the pier in the interests of looking cool, landing on his feet on the sand below (and nearly falling over, but he didn't, so that was what counted). "D'ya know a way to tempt 'em over?"
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Maeve

It was fairly innocent when looked at by itself. She was already fast, but some extra speed never hurt. Not that she'd likely be faster than any of his kin. No, it still likely wouldn't be enough. However, pairing it with her whip? Well, that was an entirely different story. One that Maeve wasn't exactly eager to write, but would should the time come. She hopes that she'll never have to cross Adam's or Pet's path like this. Out of all the Ascended, they're some of the few that she's the closest with. The idea of causing them harm makes her stomach turn, but war is tricky and soon it won't be an option to straddle the line any longer.

Maeve snorted, shaking her head as she looks beneath the dock on her belly, curls hanging down over the edge, "No, nothing like that. Just have to catch it." She supposed that's the feat in itself. Cats weren't easily caught. Especially not cats like these.

The Nightshade stood, hands on her hips as Adam jumped off the pier, landing (almost) gracefully in the sand. "I got some fish. I thought it might be helpful." And a sack to grab it with, but that came later. She hopped down after him, using a hand to brace herself in the sand as she got back to her feet, turning towards the dock. In the same motion, the Nightshade offered him the fish, nose wrinkling at the smell.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
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#7
Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
"Alright, cool. I don't wanna watch you tuck into seer cat." Eating as a whole had become somewhat distasteful since he didn't have to do it anymore, never mind ripping into a cat for magical powers. Adam reached out a hand for the fish, unable to smell it and taking it easily, though he did wrinkle his own nose as the slimy, cold scales touched his palm. "Eurgh. You're lucky we're friends."

At the moment he couldn't see the cat. Assuming it had slunk off to some corner or was hiding behind a pillar, Adam slowly crept to the middle of the dark area under the docks (kicking aside some particularly unpleasant mould) and knelt down, placing the fish on the sand. Lowly, he said back to Maeve: "Maybe you could try go around the edges and herd it in here - then again, you know what they said about herding fucking cats." A little laugh and a shrug came from him, then he took a few steps away from the fish.
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Be careful not to choke on your tongue
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Maeve

Maeve made an exaggerated gagging sound at the image that put into her head, "That's fucking disgusting." She huffed, passing off the fish with a little grimace of her own, hating the feeling against her own skin. It was definitely not the most appealing thing. "Your sacrifice is appreciated." The Nightshade quipped, circling over to the other side at his suggestion, kneeling down to take a look under the pier.

Her eyes narrow in the darkness, attempting to look into the darkness, trying to spot the cat that had darted beneath there moments ago. She clicked her tongue, clapping her hands a few times in an attempt to send the cat towards Adam. The cat surged forward with an unhappy mreow, heading straight to Adam and should the Ascended attempt to grab the cat, he'd find himself rather successful.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
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Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
"Hey, you're the one shoving dead fish at me." Adam joked back, rubbing his hands on the side of his pants - luckily, he wasn't wearing the expensive leather today, but some just as tight, cheaper, cotton leggings.

His Ascended eyes were more effective in the dark than Maeves and Adam could keep track of the Seer Cat quite well, watching it dart between the pillars of the pier swiftly and then be spooked towards him. He crouched down, hands outstretched; as it came past he grabbed the cat and did indeed manage it, though at first he was awkwardly holding it by one foot. Quickly he hooked an arm around the Seer Cat's middle and held it up to his chest, where it was securely kept, but very determinedly wriggling and whining about it's situation.

"Ah, Jesus, get it quick. It's all squirmy and the claws are out." Adam urged, angling his face away from the swinging paws.
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Maeve

Her nose wrinkled, rolling her eyes at him, "Don't be such a drama queen." The Queen quipped with a smirk, watching him clean his hands before setting off towards the other side of the pier in search of the cat.

The Seer Cat is rather displeased at being grabbed and it lets them know. Yowling and squirming and swiping at Adam as it tried in vein to get out of his grasp. Maeve ducked under the pier, jogging towards Adam and the cat, grabbing the box she'd brought with her. There were holds in the top so the thing could breathe. Maeve took the top off, grimacing as she attempted to get the cat into the crate without losing an eye, but they somehow managed. The Nightshade latched it closed and let out a breath. "That thing is going to be a bitch to take care of." She huffed, straightening up and pushing her hair from her face.

She turned her gaze to him then, seeming to become serious as she regarded her friend, a sick feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. "Adam... Have you, uh, thought about the war at all?"
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
Adam Pikely
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#11
Adam

You took notes on what you had to do
To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you
"Says the actual Queen." He shot back with a stuck out tongue. Once his fingers were suitably not-fishy (he was glad he had a limited sense of smell, because he bet his hands were pretty awful at the moment), he followed.

Thankfully Maeve was quick with the box and Adam wrestled the cat as gently as he could into the box, mumbling several curses under his breath as claws and kicking legs got close to things he'd really rather not have scratches on. "Probably be nicer when you're letting it eat and sleep and not shoving it in a box." Once he made sure the lid was on properly, Adam peered through one of the holes in the top - not the smartest move, but he managed to swing away before his eye was no more.

He straightened up and was about to make some kind of stupid innuendo about a cat in a box, but then Maeve's tone made him look over. Sensing the mood shift, oddly grim and serious for a conversation taking place under a grimy pier with a cat in a box, he huffed out a little chuckle and shuffled his feet. "I mean, yeah. 'Course I have. Can't really avoid it, can I? I wish it wasn't gonna fuckin' happen though. The Voice won't even talk to me and I've no interest in fighting anyway. Wish I could just ignore it, but.." He shrugged.
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Maeve

Her smile was bright and she rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder in one smooth motion, "And yet I'm not nearly dramatic as you." She taunted, a laugh bubbling up inside of her before the conversation shifted, growing more serious with each passing moment. "You're likely right." Maeve agreed, brows raising as the cat swiped at him through one of the holes in the top of the box, almost catching his eye.

A heavy breath pushed past her lips, jade eyes slipping towards him, examining his expression as the conversation grew somber. A weight settling in the pit of her stomach, sinking down to her feet, almost making her feel sick with it. "I don't want it either, but there isn't much of a choice." Maeve ran a hand through her hair, digging the toe of her boot into the sand, turning over the damp granules. "Adam, if things seem bad here or you don't feel safe... I want you to leave. I- I'll try to keep it from being like that, but..." She didn't need to finish the sentence. Not when they both knew what she meant.

Maeve sighed, bending to grab the box as she did, straightening up after a moment. "Just take care of yourself, okay?" It's with a kiss to his cheek and a small smile that she left him there under the dock, not knowing this would be the last time she saw him.

~FIN <3~
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife


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