04 ❂ Hydra

[absentconstellation]

[ For whatever reason, Pounce has chosen to make this post while lying on top of a file. It isn't evident from the video whose file it is, though that will become apparent in a moment. It does kind of look like he found it and immediately decided it was a bed, though. ]

I have evidently been entrusted with Arthas' file. Given the circumstances, however, I believe it is safe to assume that I will not be taking the role of his permanent warden. None the less, until I am told otherwise I shall consider myself responsible for him as though I were.

I presume you are still free of the Lich King, Arthas. So long as you do not try my patience I will keep my claws to myself.

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Spam

[brbculling]

[Arthas grinds his teeth. Fine. The cabin can hold in superpowered beings, he's tried it twice. The first time hadn't exactly been him initiating the experiment, but the point was -

He takes a half-step backwards into the hall and shuts the door.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ If cats could sigh, Pounce would probably emit enough carbon dioxide to kill a large room full of people. As it is he simply pads up to the door and takes a swipe at it with his claws - the equivalent of a 500 kg beast with all its strength focused into less than 10 square centimeters. The result is a hole the size of a cat door and a large chunk of rent metal.

He doesn't even go through it. He just stands there and stares up at the man.

There is judgment in his eyes, the kind of judgment only a cat can give.

You made him do this. ]

Spam

[brbculling]

My door!

[Arthas is absolutely offended by this. His door.

He also throws the knife through the gap. Eat metal, door ruiner.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ The whole world saw that coming, and quite suddenly the cat is behind Arthas' ankles. ]

You begin to try my patience.

Spam

[brbculling]

[Arthas pivots to face the cat.]

So do both of us a favor and go away.

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat has had quite enough of this bickering and refuses to say anything at all. He will simply stare up at Arthas with those purple eyes and waving, agitated tail.

Spam

[brbculling]

You can evade all you want, [Arthas says, after a few seconds of the impromptu staring contest.]

If you can't stop me, you're irrelevant.

[He strides off down the hall again. He doesn't expect to make it to Letty, but the only way to see what the cat can do is to push it to act.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ Apparently the door was not enough. Pounce knows where this is going and honestly doesn't see the point in waiting until Arthas actually gets there. He waits until Arthas is a sufficient distance away, then leaps at his back with all the weight of that prehistoric monster of a cat. ]

Spam

[brbculling]

[Arthas falls like a log, even skids a bit. Knowing how to fall doesn't really help. The most generous thing that could be said is that his head doesn't bounce off of the floor.

The armor keeps him from being crushed, but limits his range of motion. He calculates in an instant: enhanced strength, illusory weight, short-range teleport. Good. What else?]

That's it? [he wheezes. A taunt.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ Pounce ignores him, instead choosing to knead his inmate's back in preparation for settling down. ]

Spam

[brbculling]

[The steel and kevlar, at least, keeps him from getting claws in his back. Arthas concentrates on trying to flip one shoulder and roll out from underneath.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ He has no desire to be tilted off, so he jumps down to sit mere inches from Arthas' face. ]

Are you quite finished?

Spam

[brbculling]

[He's expecting something heavier, and uses the extra momentum to roll to his feet.]

I'll never be finished.

Spam

[absentconstellation]

Then you are going to be very badly bruised.

Spam

[brbculling]

I've had worse.

[So. Advantages. Small bodies poison faster. Succumb to plague faster. There's an idea, if he had his Defile back. Small bones break quicker, if he could hit the damn thing. Something it couldn't dodge, or didn't know it had to. (Sniper?) A distraction is necessary either way.

Arthas resumes his purposeful walk.]

Don't you have a real inmate?

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ This poor, sad little baby. Pounce shakes his head and follows after him. ]

I do not. I have all the time in all the Realms to look after such a wayward kit.

Spam

[brbculling]

A what?

[Arthas is... Not sure if he's insulted?]

I'm a grown man.

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ The low level of indignation tells Pounce that Arthas is not actually familiar with the word. ]

Kitten. An infant feline. If you wish to be treated as a man then you should behave like one.

Spam

[brbculling]

I want to be treated like a threat. You're doing that already.

[To the staircase again. Let's see where Letty lives.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

So be it.

[ He reaches out to bat at Arthas' leg with a Sabertooth's strength. ]

Spam

[brbculling]

[This time he catches himself on a wall. That would be a broken leg without his armor and he spits a curse.]

I'm not going to stop.

Spam

[absentconstellation]

You will stop, even if you must be confined to the infirmary for the remainder of the month.

Spam

[brbculling]

You'll have to chain me to the bed.

[Arthas is grinning like a man possessed, now. He gingerly puts weight back on his leg and continues forward.]

Spam

[absentconstellation]

[ He has lost his patience, and this is not working. He yowls, and a wall of purple fire encircles them both. It doesn't burn, but it does create a solid barrier. ]

Spam

[brbculling]

[Arthas' smile gets wider and he slips his hand into the fire - or, tries.

Damn. That's not even real fire. His fingers bonk off of it, then curl into a fist which he slams into the barrier like a sledgehammer. It doesn't give. Great.

That established, he looks back at the cat.]

We're going to stay here in the hall all day?