Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30744559-20181220155634/@comment-26892768-20181221200031

Elsewhere, in a city of various ports and docks...

"I am really hating today..." A twenty-something year old woman mutters as she runs through the alleys of Little Innsmouth, her ears and tail twitching. Yep, she has a tail - this woman is a Feral, you see, but unlike most Ferals, she has a mostly human appearance, with the only indicators otherwise being her cat ears and cat tail.

An example of a typical Feral can be seen in the anthropomorphic dog that pops up from below, fangs bared in a grin.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, kitty ca-"

"Don't have time for this!" The dog is promptly smacked in the face by a foot attached to exposed muscle, as the woman's leg has split into several sections now, with each section connected by strands of muscle.

Oh, yeah, Now would be a good time to mention that this woman isn't a normal Feral by any stretch of the imagination.

As the dog reels back, the woman pushes past him, and she's soon followed by someone chasing after her.

"You can't run forever, Fortune!" A younger woman shouts. Unlike the Feral she's chasing, this girl's completely normal, save for her athletic ability. The most unusual things about her are her somewhat questionable orange and black outfit with a diamond pattern, and her hat.

Mainly because the hat has arms. Really muscular arms, too.

We can't make this up if we tried, folks.

"Isn't the cat supposed to be the one chasing people around in a game of cat and mouse?" The Feral, whose name is Ms. Fortune, grumbles, before she's suddenly grabbed by tendrils of blood.

"Did you forget about me?" A figure steps out of the shadows, revealing it to be a beautiful woman wearing a provocative, clearly Egyptian-based outfit...whose her arm is currently pure bone, with what little flesh on it trailing off into pure blood. "You wound me, really."

"I liked you better when you were just some celebrity..." Ms. Fortune struggles in her bonds. "Can you go back to doing celebrity things? Recording albums or whatever? Not binding me with blood because apparently you can do that?"

The figure simply shrugs, giving her a small smile. "No can do, deary - I'm afraid the Medici have my hands tied."

Ms. Fortune looks at the other woman who finally catches up, with the dog close behind. "...riiiiiight..."

"Finally!" The younger woman sighs, relieved. "That took longer than I would've liked...now, Fortune - just tell us where the Life Gem is, and we'll be out of your hair. We kinda have a schedule to keep."

The figure looks at the younger woman for a moment, before looking back at Ms. Fortune with a grin. "Isn't it adorable how naive she is? Really, you wouldn't suspect her of working for the Medicis at all..."

"Hey! I'm the one talking here!" The younger woman speaks up, glaring at the figure.

The dog and another figure - an anthropomorphic hawk of some kind - step towards the young woman with various degrees of anger on their faces, but the figure waves the Ferals off before speaking to the younger woman. "Listen...Cerebella, was it? She's not going to talk like this. We'll have to resort to more...brutish measures. It'll be a shame to harm such a beautiful child of Bastet, but her blood will surely be-"

"You don't know that!" Cerebella interrupts, her hat poking the figure in the stomach.

The figure merely raises an eyebrow, before looking at Ms. Fortune. "Well?"

"I'm not talking to her, and especially not to you, you crazy cat lady!" Ms. Fortune struggles some more.

The figure turns to Cerebella with a grin.

"...just put her down so we can fight already." Cerebella sighs.

The figure nods, putting down Ms. Fortune as she holds her microphone stand at the ready.

"You should have taken the chance to speak when mistress Eliza gave it to you." The bird shakes his head as he goes behind his employer.

"Make sure to call me if you need me, boss!" The dog gives a grin as he joins the bird.

Ms. Fortune glances between Eliza and Cerebella. "So...two on one, eh? Alright...I'll just have to take this up close and purrsonal!"

Somewhere in a futuristic city, a six foot humanoid robot slams into the ground feet first, glaring at her adversary as she enhances her fists with metal knuckle dusters. "Couldn't you have picked a more convenient time to attack the city?"

"Well, it's not like I have anything better to do," Another robot remarks - this one also humanoid, but having more insectlike features, and a clear Egyptian theme to her look. She's currently standing on a massive machine armed to the teeth with various lasers and with a giant drill on the front. "Perhaps that's the bright side to being dethroned - it gives me all the time in the world to get my revenge on you, XJ9!"

"Well, some of us have tests today!" XJ9, or Jenny Wakeman, as she prefers to be called, flies up and the dives back down, punching the insectoid robot in the face before turning to the machine and flying past one of it's sides, cutting off the lasers on it with a buzzsaw. "And besides, you had trouble dealing with me even when you had an army on your side! We've done this song and dance before, Vexus - maybe you should give up and...I don't know...become an effective member of society? I mean, it's not like Cluster Prime is taking you back anytime soon-"

"And that is because of 'you!" 'Vexus rams into Jenny, her "hair" having become a shell around her that makes her act like an oversized bullet. The shell unfolds, revealing Vexus' snarling face. "I will never give up! Never!"

"Then you're going to have to deal with a lot of this." Jenny remarks, before smacking Vexus with a massive mace, sending her flying. She turns around to the machine, and hits it with the mace until it's flat.

"...hope I have enough time to finish that test..." Jenny dashes off.