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[Cy is playing off in a corner of the Plane, FAR FAR away from Mu and Hei and their messed up heads. She's got enough mess, thanks ~~and no matter what the mun says she isn't going near them~~.

It seems like she's been coming to this portion of this plane for a while; there is a large collection of bits and pieces of garbage. Cigarette butts, bits of linoleum, various and sundry dumpster rescues, lots of bicycle spokes and a shoe. She's muttering to herself and pouncing around amidst the junk, scaling piles of bottlecaps and hissing as they scatter everywhere, then promptly running away after a bit of tin foil.]

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[expression of GREAT DISDAIN for mess as he strolls through, brushing the trash off to the side with his boot, hands in the pockets of his coat]

Must you make a mess everywhere?

[GAH HE MESSED IT UP. She goes to the bits he kicked aside and starts shoving them back in place with her head, tugging and kicking and muttering to herself.]

Wasn't a mess afore you came along. [She is in a bad mood today.]

Oh, don't get prissy at me. Unless you're a practitioner of deconstructionism, which I doubt, this is a mess.

[Hei is wandering the Plane, looking for some place without people when he finds the trash pile.]

...Cy?

[Goes back to her bicycle spokes and starts arranging them in apparently random patterns. She's muttering to herself again, making a point of ignoring you, Master.] Everything's broke open, the dams all made of noodles that couldn't catch a slow-moving brick, and he comes home and smashes the dishes...

Edited 2008-06-28 22:45 (UTC)

[Oh God- the mess. He'll be dropping from the Plane now and returning promptly with a bin bag.]

[ALSKDJ NO. She leaps away and starts hissing.]

No more broken gateways, no more madmen's dreams!

[smiles (evilly!) and picks her up] No no, kitty. If I was really smashing things, you'd know. This is just playing.

[NOOO WRRRYYYY. She races over to stand between him and her precious collection.] No! No touching! Mine!

[SQUIRM. And biting at his fingers now, because OW, she STILL HURTS from when Deitrich kicked her. He kicked hard. D: ]

[Picking up a stray bottle cap.] You can't just leave all this lying around.

Not lying! Mine! Mine! [Jumping at his hand, trying to retrieve her cap]

[And the cap goes straight into the bin bag before he bends to start picking up the rest.] It's just rubbish.

[Stops and watches the cat for a while] Having fun?

[Yowls and attacks his leg, kicking viciously. NOT THE SANCTUARY.]

[Stops and looks up at him.] Working, Domino. Working!

[NOT THE SUIT. Prying her off, and looking at her.] It needs cleaning up. You can't just leave rubbish lying around the Plane.

Not rubbish! Not!

Oh? [He sits down near the piles of...stuff] What are you working on?

[Hands her a piece of foil- because that can't hurt, can it? Then he continues to fill up the bin bag.]

[eyes narrow and he holds her by the... erm, flesh at the back of her neck, which mommy cats can grab hold of]

I would advise you not to try that sort of thing with me again.

[pulls out his screwdriver and prods the spark with it turned on to a low frequency]

Edited 2008-06-28 23:06 (UTC)

[Attacks the bin, mewling in the most desperate way.]

Serious business, Domino. [Picks up a bicycle spoke and carries it to a pile of linoleum.]

[Quickly pulling it out of her way, inspecting it for damage. Fortunately it isn't still shredded, and still usable.] What's up with you? It's rubbish.

[YOWL and flail that turns into a seizure as the drums come pouring in.] Sing as they close the doors of earth upon him! One verse for the heavy hearts of soldiers!

Edited 2008-06-29 00:16 (UTC)

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