A Promise

[€l SonikkÜ]

((...Wha? No, the kid has gold fur and green eyes. And Scorch has been drinking from the bottle the whole time, lol))

[Warrior Poet]

Alex smirked. Well, it seemed he wasn't liked. And perhaps Ashton was somewhat famous around these parts. That is to say, infamous, perhaps? Hmm. What a lovely instance of confusion. "Unlikely," he responded. "Something tells me her delightful friends kill parties, and I'm all about a good time. It'd be interesting, though. Wonder if I'd come out of that relationship without her skinning me with a broken beer bottle or something." Bonus points for added alliterative appeal.

At this point, he decided being held was annoying. Perhaps he'd annoy back. Nobody liked over-alliteration. "Release me, Reprehensable Ruffian, and Rapidly! I don't Rejoice or Relish in Restraint, Rather, I Resent it with Repulsion and Rancor." Here he flipped his gravity upside down, flying up toward the cieling. "Relieve my Raiments, Rascally Reprobate!" Fourteen R words and counting. "I'll not Repeat my Reproachful Report." Seventeen. Good enough.

[€l SonikkÜ]

The golden feline...thing, stumbled down after being sorta' kicked and tripped over. He snarled slightly, which was kind of unexpected judging by the face of perfect innocence seconds before. But he quickly climbed back to his feet and redirected his intent focus on Alex. Maybe it was his weird clothing, or the weird way he spoke, or just the fact that he was a stranger in the hideout that hadn't been promptly blown to pieces. Who knew?

But that interest only intensified as Alex suddenly shot up to the ceiling, the kitten's eyes widening as that bushy, wolf-like tail waved. And the next moment...

-SCRATCH-

Using Wraith as a sort of climbing post, the kitten dug in his claws as he scrambled up the leopard's back in vigorous haist - probably knowing full well he only had a few seconds before Wraith slapped him against a wall, eh? He pushed off his shoulders, claws gleaming and reaching as they went straight for Alex's face. Though...he hadn't quite realized the reason Alex could stay that way was because the gravity around him was reversed. And instead of slicing through his nose, the kitten found himself face-planting against the ceiling with a startled, "Oof!"



The door opened as Scorch lead the way up the staires, his and Ashton's "private chat" apparently over. He didn't give much attention to the...er...scenery, and simply stepped around Wraith to make his way to what they liked to call the living room. "Make yourself bloody useful and pack some food. We're heading out for the tunnels in 15." He glanced back over his shoulder at the ceiling situation, particularly, the kitten now clinging uncertainly to Alex's leg as he tried to stand. "Hey, Hazmat," The kitten looked, "remember the super punch? Do one right between that guy's legs for me, will ya'?"

The kitten, Hazmat, turned to give Alex a wicked smirk as he pulled back a fist.

[Pyre]

((Oh, to clarify, Wysocke controls his own personal gravity, not so much the gravity of things around him.))

Ashton piled in after Scorch, quickly taking stock of the situation. Her new ticket to riches was on the ceiling, their hellion of a rabid cat-rat clutching his leg like a life preserver, and her brother was in a heap on the ground. Wraith groaned, rubbing his head, swearing like he hadn't done since he'd gotten that golden band around his finger. He winced, pain lancing through his skull, trying to remember what had happened.

The fox had either pulled some kung-foo ninja crap or-- his eyes fixed on the ceiling, at the pair of faces threatening to drop down on him. Wraith's brain spun and he snarled a little. "Yea, deck him hard, Hazmat!"

"Wraith!"

"I don't like your new boyfriend, Ashton," he grumbled, scrambling to his feet.

"Knock it off. He's not my boyfriend. I haven't even kissed the guy."

"So you've known him for less than ten minutes? Good, means there's still time for me to chase this one off."

[Warrior Poet]

Wysocke immediately tensed. No. Not again. He refused to get a knock in the griznahs. Not again. Last time wasn't that long ago. The pain was still somewhat fresh in his mind. It had happened when he got the injury on his leg. Since then, he'd been practicing ways to prevent a repeat performance.

Both of his hands whipped up and he grabbad a pair of crosses from around his neck. Deftly removing them, he swung them down and across, grabbing the kid's wrist just before the fist made him sing soprano and swinging upward to leave the poor veck hanging from the crosses in his hands.

"Now, you. Hazmat, was it? This nonsense is not awesome. Rather, it is the antithesis of awesome. I do not appreciate violence upon my mantenna array." Having said this, Wysocke equalized the pull of gravity in all directions, compensating with an up pull in proportion to the kids weight, leaving them both floating as he swung himself down. "Come on, down we go." Alex reduced his gravitational pull upward and floated calmly to the floor, the child pulling him. Once the tyke bomb landed, he completely equalized himself, removing the chains and replacing them around his neck and floating in the middle of the room.

[€l SonikkÜ]

And so began a frenzy of snarling and growling one had never heard. Hazmat did not seem to like this whole gravity thing. Claws unsheathed, he kicked and knawed at the chains right up until Wysocke placed him on the ground and yanked them away from him. His fur was standing up, fists balled and held out at his sides, chest puffed. Then he started to pounce after his nemisis until a crash in the living room seized his attention.

Scorch had kinda leaned on the lamp, or something. He wasn't sure what happened. Didn't really care. You'd think with all the alcohol he'd drank in his lifetime he'd have one heck of a tollerance for the stuff. But as is, that bottle of whiskey hadn't put him out of his mind, just...made the world spin a little. He turned back to them with a chocolate bar hanging out of his mouth and a backpack of Lord-knows-what slung over his shoulder. "A'ight, food ah no food wer' leaving now." He removed the candy bar and swallowed his mouthful, turning his harsh stare on Wysocke's floating form. A curious thought in mind. "If you can make yourself and the brat hover can you make the rest of us fly?" They'd get to where they needed to start in record time.

[Pyre]

Wraith brushed himself off, but at the suggestion he suddenly snorted. The idea of hot air balloon fox had just hit him. "Yea, then you could loose all traces of dignity. Hey, Scorch, where we going?"

"Treasure hunting. Scorch says you two saw a ghost freak show downstairs earlier. We're following up on it." Ashton had picked up a series of duffel bags and backpacks and was shoving things into them, starting with whatever food wasn't rotten in the fridge.

"I, ah, but...I need to tell my wife at least, my kid--Oof!" Ashton's duffel bag of food had just landed in his arms.

"She'll live. Come on, the faster we move the faster we'll get back."


The she-leopard paused long enough to pass Wysocke's shoulder, flashing him a winning grin. "That mean you're coming, puppy?" she asked softly. "We could really use your help... And you could even get a cut of the profit when we get out of there." No one had really explained to Wysocke what was going on yet, but Ashton let him put together what he could. The less he knew, the better, probably.

[Warrior Poet]

Wysocke blinked. He'd never thought of that before. Perhaps....

He yanked himelf off to one side, then stopped, then off to another. "Ho ho. Seems you might be on to something." Then the other snow leopard made the hot-air balloon comment. "Whoa, whoa, we might have a winner."

After Ashton's grin, Alex smirked self-satisfactorily. "Bow wow." He winked and made that clicking noise with his back teeth and tongue. With that, he swooped his way out the window, over the establishment, and back to the front, where he landed outside. "Nazzin' flip horrorshow! I can nazzin fly! Talk about a party trick." He cast his eyes about or something to test his Wraith-bourne theory with.