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star_kingdom2012-10-05 02:05 am
salvagedlight) wrote in star_kingdom2012-10-05 02:05 am
≋ They're Small and Fuzzy! [Video]
[The video comes on unexpectedly, from a rather awkward angle - down on the ground, facing up. Looks like someone dropped the communicator again; the darn things just love to turn themselves on, don't they? What it shows isn't too unusual: Ven's in the town around the Coliseum, fighting Heartless - a small group of Shadows at the moment that are pretty much on their last legs. A Firaga takes care of one of them, and after a quick dodge roll out of the way a Strike Raid with his Keyblade finishes the other two. He straightens up about ten feet away from the camera, breathing a touch more heavily, and the Keyblade vanishes from his hand as he looks around for more enemies. Heartless he doesn't spot, but his expression when he sees the communicator is surprised, then resigned, as he starts to move towards it.]
Again? I really need to get that fixed, this is getting- [He's interrupted in whatever he was going to say by a sound, quiet enough that at first the communicator doesn't pick it up. He's not even sure he heard something, until it comes again - a high-pitched whine, demanding and insistent. Something living, that's for sure.] What is that?
[He grabs the communicator off the ground but doesn't turn it off, moving into a slow jog after the noise, which gradually gets louder and... multiplies? Yeah, there's definitely more than one thing making the noise. And the closer he gets, the more it resolves into something familiar to most people - the crying of hungry felines. Probably very young felines as it sounds like a bunch of weird squeaky toys.]
[And indeed it is as Ven turns one last corner and finds half an old clay jar in the corner between two buildings, on its side and more or less serving as a "nest" for a pile of five or six patchy-colored kittens, who really aren't very old at all, still with short fuzz that sticks out all over their bodies instead of fur that lies down sleekly. They're very thin and clearly very hungry; when he appears they launch into another series of meows - loudly - and a couple start making their way cautiously over to him as if they think he has food. No sign of a mother anywhere, but maybe she'll come back later...? Or maybe not, if they're as hungry as they look.]
You guys alone? [He puts his hands on his knees, bending over to see them closer - one's retreated back to the meager shelter of the broken pot, but the other that had approached him takes that as a cue and starts to mewww at him while winding around his feet.] You kind of look it... What should I do with you?
Again? I really need to get that fixed, this is getting- [He's interrupted in whatever he was going to say by a sound, quiet enough that at first the communicator doesn't pick it up. He's not even sure he heard something, until it comes again - a high-pitched whine, demanding and insistent. Something living, that's for sure.] What is that?
[He grabs the communicator off the ground but doesn't turn it off, moving into a slow jog after the noise, which gradually gets louder and... multiplies? Yeah, there's definitely more than one thing making the noise. And the closer he gets, the more it resolves into something familiar to most people - the crying of hungry felines. Probably very young felines as it sounds like a bunch of weird squeaky toys.]
[And indeed it is as Ven turns one last corner and finds half an old clay jar in the corner between two buildings, on its side and more or less serving as a "nest" for a pile of five or six patchy-colored kittens, who really aren't very old at all, still with short fuzz that sticks out all over their bodies instead of fur that lies down sleekly. They're very thin and clearly very hungry; when he appears they launch into another series of meows - loudly - and a couple start making their way cautiously over to him as if they think he has food. No sign of a mother anywhere, but maybe she'll come back later...? Or maybe not, if they're as hungry as they look.]
You guys alone? [He puts his hands on his knees, bending over to see them closer - one's retreated back to the meager shelter of the broken pot, but the other that had approached him takes that as a cue and starts to mewww at him while winding around his feet.] You kind of look it... What should I do with you?
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[More people needed to like animals, to his way of thinking.]
Uhh... help? I don't think I can keep these guys, I've already got my own pets to look after. I'm not really sure what to do with them though.
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