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Cat King (fascinations) wrote in chances_rpg,
@ 2025-01-23 13:47:00

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9-1-1: evan "buck" buckley, dead boy detectives: cat king

THREAD: Cat King & Buck

WHO Cat King & Evan "Buck" Buckley
WHAT Buck encounters a free range Cat King
WHERE Courtyard
WHEN Now?
WARNINGS TBD

Cat King was always happy to be pleasantly surprised.

The courtyard was one of Cat King's favorite places in the building that he called home; it was no abandoned warehouse, but his subjects in the city could find their way there easily enough anyway to air their various grievances to their monarch. That was really all that mattered for a place to hold court, in the end. He was stretched out in a patch of sun, black fur soaking up the rays and leaving his whole body pleasantly toasty as he waited to see if anyone else would be showing up that day.

Most of his neighbors still just saw a regular cat. Most of the time he didn't bother disillusioning them, unless he really had something that he needed to say... or unless they were Rapunzel. He didn't understand what it was about that one, but she was special. Most people? Weren't. Plain and simple.

Of course, Cat King was always happy to be pleasantly surprised.

Lazily, he licked a paw and dragged it over his face. The grooming was half-hearted, more habit than an actual desire to go through the motions. It was a quiet day and he was bored.

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yeahthatworks
2025-01-24 05:57 am UTC (link)

It had been almost four months since Buck had found himself trapped in this alternative universe. While he was grateful not to be completely alone—his sister, Maddie, was with him—he couldn't help but miss Tommy. He missed the 118 as well. Although there was nothing wrong with the firehouse he was currently in, the 118 felt like home to him; it was his extended family. He often wondered how long he would have to endure this strange place and its peculiarities before he and Maddie were sent back. Would they ever return?

Not wanting to sit around indoors and do nothing, Buck decided to go for a walk. He had no specific destination in mind, but somehow ended up in the courtyard. Eventually, he found himself sitting on a bench, and his attention was drawn to a black cat lazily grooming itself nearby. After watching the cat for a moment, he grabbed his phone to check the latest text message that had come through. It was from Maddie. He replied and then put his phone away.

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fascinations
2025-01-25 09:34 pm UTC (link)

Cat King spared a glance for the man who entered the courtyard; he'd seen him around of course. There was hardly any avoiding catching a glimpse of someone once in a while when you lived in the same building. He'd never cared enough to learn his name though, which was more of a reflection on Cat King than the man himself to be entirely honest.

Nevertheless, he stretched and then rolled gracefully to his feet, weaving his way over casually to inspect the man. There was no subtlety in that action. No, Cat King sat at his feet and stared at him with large round eyes, very obviously watching him.

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yeahthatworks
2025-01-26 06:05 pm UTC (link)

Buck glanced down just in time to spot the sleek black cat settling at his feet. The creature looked up at him with wide, luminous eyes, evoking a strange sensation, as if it were probing his soul. He chuckled at the silly notion—after all, it was just a cat he’d never seen before today.

"Hello, little one," he said, smiling despite the oddity of talking to an animal. "Are you having a good day?" He looked around, searching for the cat's owner, but didn't see anyone. "Looks like you’re on your own," he mused, returning his gaze to the confident feline.

"I wish I could help you, but I don’t have any food. How about a scratch behind the ear instead?" He slowly extended his hand, gauging the cat's reaction, eager to forge a connection with this unexpected visitor.

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fascinations
2025-02-08 04:09 pm UTC (link)

Cat King inspected that extended hand with palpable suspicion. He was fond of scratches behind the ear, it was true, but he was usually pickier about who he let do the scratching. Edwin was welcome to touch him any time, in any form, of course, but woe betide anyone who thought it was a good idea to try to pick up the sleek black cat and return him to his supposed owner.

No one owned Cat King. He wasn't a tame cat. He was feral. Wild. Free.

But he did have an itch behind his ear that he couldn't quite reach and it was never the same scratching it in human form. He just didn't have the same anatomy that made a good scratch behind the ears so satisfying as a cat. He inclined his head graciously, allowing the physical contact. The man seemed harmless enough for the moment, and honestly? It was funnier to change into his human form after they'd already gotten used to him being a cat.

His eye slitted nearly closed as he regarded his new... acquaintance. They hadn't broached friend territory yet by any means, obviously. But he'd allow acquaintance.

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