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There it is! so close I can taste it! Security's tight, but there is probably a safety release on the door from the inside, Sasha darts through the door while the men are putting the cards back in their wallet/breast pocket respectively. Sasha hides in the shadows of the collected objects and peeks out to check that there is indeed a safety latch.
Holy cow, could I roll any worse? I don't think I have rolled positive all game!
Sasha gives him a 30 second head start, changes human, cracks open the door enough to let herself out and goes furry again. she then follows him as quick and quiet as she can. 'Nice guy, Hope I don't get him in trouble' Sneaky, silent, moving shadow down the hall. Can't get careless now, I can follow him right to the vault. Sasha proceeds with caution, darting from cover to cover. She catches sight of 'nice guy' in short order, but stays a bit behind him, silently shadowing him to the vault. At least I know Van Horn is having a snack right now, I don't think he would be as easily played as his henchmen
Sasha allows him to pick her up and even cuddles closer,purring and being careful not to accidentally claw him. She is going to go along for the ride and let him take her wherever he is going. She is still going to keep her eyes open and be alert to escape routs and valuables. if he is taking her outside, that is ok, she will wait and go back in later. If he is going to put her in a room, also ok, when she is alone she can change back human and crack the door open, go furry again and escape. Slim knows if an animal control truck shows up that he can pick her up at the pound again later, having been supplied with her registration and various pictures.
Quick, Cutemode! Sasha starts batting the ring around and purring, rolls onto her back and presents her tummy for petting (the ultimate move in kitty distraction). If it doesn't look like it is working Sasha will dart under the bed and keep up the kitty act. If the man is openly hostile Sasha will dart out the door and try to find a place to hide.
The top priority right now is to find the Breath. But there is nothing to keep Sasha from keeping her eyes open for other opportunities. specifically small movable objects that will fit in the small pouch made of thick black velvet that she carries in her well practiced jaws.
While Slim is watching the manor and stating the obvious Sasha unzips her skintight leather jeans, pulls off her black lace blouse, and jumps out of the van, Feline before she even touches the ground. Keeping her ears perked for any sound out of the ordinary she darts through the underbrush and squeezes through the iron bars of the fence. She keeps to the shadows under shrubberies whenever she can, trusting her silence, careful quick movements, small size, and dark coloring to hide her. She works her way around to the servant's kitchen entrance and watches for a few minutes. when she is sure the coast is clear she runs through the door and ducks into the first hiding place she sees.
"The Client didn't say not to take anything else, right? Let's see what we are dealing with and we can figure out what we can get away with." Sasha wants to be careful and do the job right.She knows that the richer a person is the more paranoid they are about it being taken, and this guy is richer than god. She has given her word though, and even the wriggling in her spine telling her that this will not be as simple as it looks will not keep her from her target.
@Zoe, I love it, thank you, I think that is the last thing i needed to finish up. I will post everything this afternoon, couldn't quite finish it today, surgery and sleep took up too much of my day.
Hi Guys, sorry about the not posting, life has really been kicking my ass hard these last few weeks. I will be needing a little assistance getting into the swing of things, my brain is a wee bit fried from Murphy's law... Rising conflict: What doesn't kill us I got reckless. After all, who in the world would believe that a 9 pound kitty that liked to sneak into museums and private showrooms was actually a 5' 10" 130 pound college student majoring in Anthropology? someone did. I ripped off the wrong people and they came after me with a vengeance. While I was in my classes one day they found my house. I came home late that day, If I had been home on time I still wouldn't have been able to save my mother.They must have gotten there right after i left. No, they didn't kill her, it would have been kinder. they put out her eyes, split her tongue and crushed her fingers. they carved sigils into her flesh and beat her until she almost died. They torched our house. Then they dumped her at an emergency room. Turns out one of the items i had stolen was the prize possession of a cult of madmen. They had set a watch on the hospital and waited for me to show up. I did. The nurse came in and insisted that visiting hours were over, No i couldn't sleep here. i left the hospital and was heading for a hotel when the lights in the parking garage went out. That was not as big a deal as you might think, i have amazing night vision. the crowbar, on the other hand put the lights out much better. when i came to i was in the trunk of a car, we were moving and i had some sort of bag over my head. my ears were ringing, my head was throbbing and i think i could taste purple. Then the car hit a rut in the road and i bounced into the roof and go go gadget concussion, lights out again. When i woke up next i was sitting upright, tied to a chair with that stupid sack still over my head. The place smelled like blood and expensive incense, with undertones of fear, and something else that it took me longer to identify. death. The whole place reeked of death. I have no idea how long i was there, it felt like days. then i heard foot steps running around, more than two sets, running fast. Then an explosion and again nothing at all. When i regained consciousness again there was something cold dripping on my face and i had a slab of building material wedging me into a corner. the chair was broken and it was easy enough to wriggle out of the slackened ropes, but i was trapped under the rubble. i might have gone mad if it had taken longer to find me, but i have no way of knowing how long i was out. When i started screaming for help I was heard and the firemen managed to get me out without crushing me under the debris. when i was safe in the ambulance i passed out again. I found out later that there were more than a dozen recent corpses in the warehouse, and even more buried underneath, dating back to before there was even a warehouse there. i spent a week in the hospital bed, and hated every minute of it. my mother was on the mend, but she would never see again. her fingers were too badly damaged to even write, but her tongue would heal well enough to talk, they said. If her broken mind ever came together enough to face the world again, that is.
I'm here too, I will post a bunch tomorrow, but I am definitely in!
Sasha Mau Cat Burglar, Literally Trouble: OOH! SHINY! Background: The nine lives of the Mao family
Is it a problem having two feline shapeshifters? Zoe strikes me as a fighter type, Sasha is more the stealth type. we also have an extremely divergent source of power. If it is a problem I can sit this one out, or come up with something else. |
