The Road Not Wanted

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[A massive, primitive-looking creature appears on the Plane, vaguely resembling a snow leopard, but bigger. Stockier. With longer, shaggy fur. It's paws are huge; its teeth long enough that a half-inch of fang protrudes down from its upper lip. Its tail is a long gray plume.

A glint of metal peaks from the nest of hair on the crown of its head. A spark plug, embedded in its skull. Cy shakes herself, the smell of snow and thick musk rolling off of her. When she speaks, her voice is deep and rich and wild.]

I fell in. Fell in? The pool should be covered, the Road should be blocked. How could I just fall in?

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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Wolfwood stares at the large cat creature and wishes he thought about bringing his BFWoD]

...Nice kitty...

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Sits down, giving him an anxious look.] Yeah?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[does not expect a talking giant cat but keeps his hands open and away from any weapon]

You're a big one but you're a nice kitty, right?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Takes tentative steps toward him.] Not usually a big one.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Really? [is pretty sure that if the giant talking cat wanted to kill him that he would be cat kibble by now so he squats down holding his right hand out to her] You okay then? Outside being bigger than normal?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Bumps her big, shaggy head against his hand.] 's not bad. 's what happens. But should've gone away by now.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

It is? [scratches behind her ears, thinking her hairs almost as soft as the hairs along the back of Vash's neck] Maybe it needs some time 'fore it goes away.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Leans her (very heavy) self against his hand.] Goes away quick, though. Soon as you leave the roads. Sposed to. Nothing's right no more.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[braces automatically against the weight, Cy the same weight of his Cross-Punisher] Yeah? I've been noticin' that. Can't go travelin' beyond th' sands an' we've got a few weird buildings appearin'.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Flops, offering her shaggy tummy for petting.] The beaches be the Doctor's, the oceans be his seas.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Wolfwood chuckles and pets away] I think I met one o' 'em. We've got sands without oceans where I'm from.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

No Man's Land, with the sky's twin eyes!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

That's what Vash calls it. I ain't used t' that name, myself.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Rolls back over, shaking herself.] Can smell the Smoking Gun.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[takes a seat on the ground] Talkin' 'bout my gun?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Lays her head in his lap.] The whole world stinks of it.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[awww big cat or not, Wolfwood goes back to scratching behind her ears and along her ruff of fur] It does, but there's good people there. One day, it won't stink like that.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Starts up her rumbling purr.] Always good people. You're good people.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[smiles softly - his real smile - and continues to pet] He said that t' me too. You've got good people in your world?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Rumble rumble rumble] Always good people! They have pizza topping.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[scratch petpet] Pizza's good food. Have you ever tried salmon?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Fish wrappers. Never stole a whole.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

I can get ya some salmon sandwiches iffin you wanna try some.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Goes to dab at his face with a paw, as she normally would in her itty-bitty self, and ends up covering his entire face instead.] I like sammiches.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[has a face full of fuzzy paw! he gently pushes her paw down] So when I get some, who do I call for?