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Zoe Washburne (warrior_woman) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-08-18 23:32:00

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bad moon, hannibal lecter, zoe washburne

The cats will play...(Hannibal)
Zoe didn't see Jesse after that morning. She wasn't exactly mad at him, but she wasn't happy with her situation either. She didn't like not being in control; she knew she'd adapt, live with it, but it put a slight damper on being the Batman.

When she went in to work, the Amazon send Alfred a quick message to explain why Batman wouldn't be patrolling the streets again. She suggested that he notify the ones who had helped rescue Jake if anything were to come up. Alfred was kind enough to send her information about werewolves, not that she was one, but it seemed fitting. She read and went home to await the change.

As night fell, she started pacing. The apartment, while spacious and rather Spartan, seemed too small. She wasn't sure if it was the coming change or just simply the need to be in motion that had her pulling on running gear again to head out to the Park. She needed to do something other than wait.

The Park felt strange, as it had the night before, and she wished she could go fight bad guys or do something more than run. She wanted to save someone, be a big damn hero. Yet, she knew that she couldn't save anyone as a really big cat, probably. The run was nice, but it wouldn't last. Thankfully on her run, she felt the pain coming before it completely incapacitated her. Finding a set of bushes, she disappeared within them to experience the shift that made her want to cryout..yet again.

Moments later, a clouded leopard appeared from the bushes, its tail trailing behind it like a banner. Now what was she supposed to do?

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warrior_woman
2011-09-16 08:16 am UTC (link)

"No, actually, I haven't." Zoe had a hard time with the idea of large cats, especially one as large as the one she was currently talking to, playing with balls, string, or anything else. She'd always imagined large cats either eating, terrorizing some area, or stretched out napping. That was if she thought much about them at all.

"You're strange." She jumped from one branch to another, moving easily enough along it. She hadn't meant it as an insult. If she wanted to insult someone, she'd put more into it than that. She found where she wanted to come down, and rather than jumping as she could have, she climbed down it, face first. Another thing she didn't realize cats could do.

"You remind me of the dog that bit me. He wanted to play...fetch." The word had escaped her, or more she'd gotten distracted by something. It wasn't the same smell as before, thankfully. No, it was his tail moving in the grass. She grunted softly at herself once she realized what was moving.

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i_consume
2011-09-16 08:23 am UTC (link)

"You have no idea." He closed his eyes and just smelled everything around them. The night smelled wonderful. He opened his eyes again as her scent got stronger, signifying her approach.

He missed her descent from the tree, which he would have appreciated very much.

"Fetch? Good for you that I don't wish to play fetch, then, isn't it? I would hate to bore you with games you've already tried." Hannibal tended to think of the cat games as a little more sophisticated, though he wasn't going to say so.

"You were bitten by a dog, and became a cat?" He thought a moment. "A regular dog? Not a wolf?"

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warrior_woman
2011-09-16 08:29 am UTC (link)

"Oh, he wasn't regular." Zoe had indeed approached, settling down just a yard or two away from him. They could both easily cover that much ground quickly, and she had no idea how good a climber he was. "He wasn't a wolf, no. He had been bitten by a bear."

She didn't mind sharing this information. What could possibly come of it? There were other ways to find someone. She hoped that this someone, the human side of him, was not someone she knew. Though, the way he acted...It was almost as she were speaking with Simon Tam when he first boarded Serenity. There was something about it.

"Fetch wasn't bad. It was odd that he wanted to play it. Then again, he is a simple man with simple desires." She had no real problem with that last bit; she liked a man who didn't have complicated wants and wishes. That didn't mean he was truly simple; it just meant he didn't want more than he should. He didn't overreach.

"You? What were you bitten by? A wolf?" That was what he had asked about after all. It didn't take a genius to follow that line.

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i_consume
2011-09-16 11:22 pm UTC (link)

"A dog, bitten by a bear, makes a cat." Hannibal was quiet for a long moment, working it out in his head. "No, that doesn't make any sort of sense at all. I was hoping briefly that it would be a pattern of some kind. But there is none."

He didn't really like that. He had a feeling that in any other world, this would have more sense to it. Here, it had none. Like most of the other things the City consisted of.

Hannibal didn't comment on her dog friend and his love of fetch. He couldn't really say anything to it anyway, could he? He was also asking her to play.

"Yes. A wolf. I think by one of the first to change, actually. She had no idea what was happening, which the other animals I have met did not share. She was frightened and in a lot of pain. I believe she may have been the origin of the mess, if not the very top of the chain, then close to it. I don't believe I am the only one she bit."

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warrior_woman
2011-09-17 05:12 am UTC (link)

"The City doesn't make sense. Kind of the only sense to make of it." Zoe's own tail curled slightly around her. The thing was long, longer than any other cat's, but it was still very mobile. It rested over her feet, the tip tapping at the grass.

"The origin was probably the naked male. He was the first to be seen, if he wasn't a simple streaker." As if streaking were ever really that simple. Her ears swiveled slightly, listening to the world around them. She had no problem with the darkness, not as a cat anyway, but she knew she couldn't forget who and what she was completely. The City might not need a Batman, but it did need someone to look after it. Most times.

"Perhaps at the top. Do you know who she was?" She had to ask. It had to be asked. If the girl could be stopped, then maybe there wouldn't be as many shifting types. While the other cat thought this would be over quickly, there could always be a chance that the City would make something drastic and devastating last much longer than usual.

"What game did you want to try?" Her paws stretched in the grass under her tail, kneading it a little between the more flexible toes.

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i_consume
2011-09-21 07:51 am UTC (link)

"Undoubtedly." Hannibal agreed. The naked male was the only logical choice for the origin point. The escaped wolf and the man had appeared on the same day, yet very few people had put two and two together.

"I do know who she was." He, in fact, had her medical file in his office. "We had occasion to exchange names before she began her ordeal. She didn't leave in a timely manner, either."

Hannibal curled in on himself a little, feeling the bones of his ribcage twist and bend with him in a way that no human body could manage. It was delightful.

"There are plenty, and I've named a few. Do any of them strike your fancy?"

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warrior_woman
2011-09-22 12:41 am UTC (link)

Zoe watched him, the tip of her tail still lightly beating at the grass. If they had been human, she may have been able to read him a little better. Her ears swiveled picking up noises that normally she'd never hear; she hadn't realized until just now that she had been listening for whatever had made that smell - Reavers?

"Who was she?" Zoe had no intention of hurting the woman if she didn't have to. She needed to know who it was, if that could get her on the right track of fixing whatever this was. Not that Zoe knew how to even go about righting this particular wrong.

"Chase or wrestling may be of interesting, but both could lead to someone being hurt. I try to minimize the damage done." To her body anyway. There were times that she'd had to cause some very extreme damage to get her point across. "Balls are no where to be seen. Swimming..." She paused. "No, the only thing I wish to do with water right now is drink it."

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i_consume
2011-09-23 09:06 pm UTC (link)

"A young redheaded Scot named Amy." Hannibal answered. There was a lot more information he had on her, but if he started to give that, the other cat would wonder how he'd gotten it. He didn't wish to reveal too much about his occupation. He would be very easy to find if he did.

"No swimming." Hannibal was a little disappointed. His cat very much wished to go into the lake and play. But if her cat did not want that, he would have no way to force the issue.

"I don't see how chase could end up with somebody getting hurt. It's not like it's full contact tag." Hannibal bent his head and licked his paw again. She was so difficult. "We could make rules."

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warrior_woman
2011-09-24 06:35 am UTC (link)

The information wasn't as helpful as she would have liked; it really could lead anywhere. The Amazon in a cat's body shifted her weight a little as she watched the other cat. He wasn't telling her everything, but there wasn't many ways for now that she could get what she wanted. He was bigger. She could fight him, but...

"No swimming." Her eyes narrowed as he didn't seem to understand why chasing could end with someone being hurt. "Animals begin the chase, and they forget. What happens when they catch what they're after? Even humans can get a little...aggressive when what is being is caught."

She stood at all fours and rolled her long back, stretching out her tail, creating a rather long line. Soon she was moving slowly toward him.

"Animals do not follow rules. Not even humans follow all rules." She was very close now, her eyes locked on his. Her head tilted slightly. "How do you know I won't bite you in the heat of the moment?"

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i_consume
2011-09-30 07:16 am UTC (link)

Hannibal listened to her explanations of the complications of chase. She was right about most of it. He couldn't deny that fact. He thought that she might be forgetting that they were both of the big cat variety, and not on each other's menus in nature. She seemed to think that he might try to kill her once he caught her.

It was a little ironic, in a way. If it were another day, and he weren't a cat, that might be the case. What he wanted right now was honestly just a game. Just to play. He would have given his word on that, but it would have clued her in to other things.

"A bite is easily forgiven." Hannibal shrugged one shoulder, something that wasn't pulled off very well. "Our skins are thicker than you seem to give them credit for, and our fur further deflects teeth and claws. It has to be a fairly vicious and purposeful movement to get through and cause damage."

She really needed to be more familiar with animals. Hannibal had never met anybody who was so unknowing.

"But if you do not think that chase is acceptable, you come up with a game."

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warrior_woman
2011-10-01 11:42 pm UTC (link)

Zoe actually wasn't concerned about whether or not he might kill her, but she wasn't going to make any distinction on who she thought would do the actual killing. The cat, while facing a slightly larger cousin, and the woman, while facing an animal she was only aware lived as of now really, both were pretty certain that the larger cat would die should that be the desired end result. When she pounced Jesse, it had been the cat and woman acting together; the body moved as the mind, no matter which, wanted.

"How many cat skins have you bitten through?" That was a tricky question, or one that could be. The smaller of the two moved closer, curious to see a cat this close. It wasn't exactly a common thing after all; the cows and beagles had been...an interesting experience for the usually space bound first mate.

There was only a slight shift in body that might signal that the cat was about to pounce, and whether he stopped her...No claws were out, and no fangs bared. It was a simple pounce of a very long body.

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