Wren | Matter Melding (soldering_on) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-11-14 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashby thompson, marina mcnab, wren |
Who: Ashby, Marina & Wren
What: Wren returning Ashby's 'cat' right into a carefully laid trap
When: Friday 14th November (after this rigmarole) 5pm
Where: NKN facility
Warnings: Possible mention of past lab experiments, to be updated if needed
Status: Ongoing, closed
Wren would have been lying if he'd said he hadn't been a little disappointed and a little heartbroken when his new pet's true owner had stepped forward to claim him, but knowing that his- the cat had a person waiting for him, someone who was worried and waiting for his safe return made him feel a happiness that ran more true than his superficial upset. The cat had a place to belong and he was wanted and that was worth everything in the world as far as Wren was concerned.
He'd found a cereal box and had ushered the rat into there, at a loss of what to feed it as he'd been unable to find any milk or catfood. He'd been carrying it around in his kangaroo pocket for most of the time he'd had it and it had bitten him more than once, and deeply on a couple of occassions. He'd only cried twice and had neverminded the rest, understanding that the cat was alone and afraid and that it had no speech and no other way to express itself other than with it's teeth and claws. He didn't know why he connected to it so deeply but he didn't pause to think about it, introspection not really being something that he tended towards. He'd healed the bites over with his powers after sucking at the wounds in that childish belief that this would take away the pain and make them better, but he still had a couple in the soft meat between index finger and thumb and one in the crook of his arm near his elbow that he'd forgotten about for the time being.
He crooned quietly to the not-cat as he carried it close to his chest, dressed in dark colours, jeans and one of King's large hooded sweatshirts, the hood pulled up as he was careful to dodge both people and traffic. He'd left a note to tell King where he was going so that his friend wouldn't be worried about him, telling him he was returning the animal as it was okay to come clean now that he wasn't planning on keeping it.
He made his way to the big school, a place that he'd come past to gaze up at sometimes but had never thought about attending; not only did the building seem foreboding and forbidding to him, he barely had enough education to scrape through everyday life and he felt anxious even setting foot into a building like that. He settled in a nook out of the way, the box held to his chest visible enough that the cat's owner would see him, his annoying mechanical eye click-whirring and letting him see through the box that the cat inside was scurrying around, it's teeth beginning to find purchase on the cardboard. They'd make short work of the inside of the box once they got going and Wren amused himself remelding the card together when those chiselled teeth seemed to be breaking through, his use of power small enough that it attracted no attention to anyone walking by.
He waited, shifted his weight and started humming something blusey to himself as it drifted into his mind to say hello.