Stories by: Mirri |
Chapter Ate
Tika! Get out of the shower!! rises the voice
of his twin sister, followed by a hard pounding on the massive door to the bathroom.
Tikas eyes snap open as he is instantly and rudely awakened. He finds himself
sitting on the floor with a sleeping tiger in his lap.
Mirri probably only just woke up and have
been banging at the door for a few seconds. Enough to be yelled at still.
Just a dang minute! Tika replies,
as he runs out of the shower, grabs a nearby towel and does his best to dry off Senajit in
an awful hurry. The tiger simply *mwrrs* sleepily at the somewhat panicky leopard running
around and rubbing at him with a white piece of fabric.
Tika on the other paw only needs to put on
his loin cloth. An easy task. A few impatient seconds pass before the door slowly opens,
revealing Mirris form.
Are you done yet? she asks in an
annoyed tone.
Patience striped one. I thought from
all those magic classes, youd be taught that. Yknow, shield your mind from
annoying things. Tika grumbles.
Mirri rolls her eyes, Tika, no measure
of mind shielding could possibly block out your idiocy.
The leopard uses a towel to calmly dry off
Senajit, who is also standing in the doorway and looking around with lidded eyes,
Sen needed a bath.
Oh really? And why is that? she
asks with an amused smirk.
Tika replies, non-worried, non-stressed,
You shoulda smelt him before. He needed one. After a few more scrubs to the
back, Senajit thinks he has had enough petting for now and leaves with a rough nuzzle to
Tikas leg. The tiger walks out with a proud look, certainly not as depressed as the
other day.
What got into him? Mirri says
aloud. Her brother merely shrugs, Dunno.
She turns to him again, So, he needed a
bath, hmm? What about you? Why are you all wet?
My dear sister, Id think
youd have gained some common knowledge through all those courses, but since that
does not appear to be the case, let me enlighten you. Isnt it obvious that a tiger
cant bath on its own? he replies back. A sly remark too. The twin feels
rather proud of himself for that answer, and feels its effect, as Mirri is silent for a
few long moments, most likely feeling a bit stupid.
And what does it matter too?
Shouldnt you be dreaming about Kes? he chides, giving her no time to
retaliate. His tone seems to give a musical emphasis on Kesonams name.
Who says I wasnt? the
tigress replies back. The left brow on her face raised slightly above the other, in a
questionative form. But quickly, a smile ensues her muzzle and she giggles.
Grow up.
The two finally move downstairs to greet the
rest of the family and get ready for school. A moments worth of breakfast, and then they
hurry out the door. The twins take their normal route to school, the city not even visible
in the background yet. Almost at the same time that Tika is about to complain about how
far they have to school each day, a JX-200 hovercraft pulls up along side them. Here they
are, way out in no-where land and a state-of-the-art hovercraft pulls up and parks a foot
off the ground. Needless to say, four ears are perking with curiosity as the door glides
open with an audible *swoosh*
Hey guys, thought you might want a ride
to school, comes the voice of Kesonam from inside.
This is your car? Cooool! Tika
chimes with amazement and checks out the set of coils. He steps back to take another
gander at the vehicle, looking like a cub with his nose pressed against the window in the
candy store.
Whyd you come all the way out
here? Mirri asks in a dreamy voice. Of course, she knows the answer, but she would
like to hear it with her own ears, rather than listen to her thoughts. She fidgets with
her book bag and the edge of her skirt.
Just thought my friends could use a
lift to, uh, school for once, Kesonam replies, suddenly feeling a bit nervous as he
does his best to send Mirri a charming smile. Tika seems to be the only one not fooled by
it.
Tikas expression is not too displeased,
but rather bored as he watches the two get lost in each others eyes for who knows
what time again. He concentrates on his inspection of the hovercraft and not do or say
anything foolish so he will miss the opportunity of riding in this thing, Yeah,
thanks Kes. Very thoughtful of ya.
That seems to tear the two apart, Uhh..
yeah, sure, no problem, just hop on in and well get going. And dont worry
about walking home either. The lion adds as the door on the opposite side glides
away. Mirri gracefully steps in, having no trouble at all. She takes a seat next to
Kesonam, giggling with all sorts of shy comments to herself, but the spacious interior of
the hovercraft tends to carry voices, and Mirris words are doubled in volume. Her
ears turn red, followed by her cheeks.
All the time while Kesonam is just grinning
away like a Hyena, Um, thanks, Mirri
he says embarrassed.
By this time Tika has entered the craft,
I take it I missed something funny?
Kesonam smiles and winks at the tigress,
Naw, nothing youd be interested in hearing.
Probably not. Tika slips in under
his sister, putting her on his lap since the silvery hovercraft only has two seats. But
what seats. Tika slowly sinks down into the extremely large seat and stops as soon as he
has reached what a team of scientists and developers have agreed to must be the perfect
position for just him. The fact that he has his Mirri in his lap should not matter too
much; it is the form of the body and individual weight that is used for the
computers calculations, regardless of possible additional load. Tika is a bit
surprised at finding that the windshield goes all the way from one door, over the front
and to the other door, just one big half circle. Especially since you cannot see it from
the outside, everything just looks like metallic silver.
The dashboard is sleek and silvery like the
rest of the craft, almost looking a bit fluent at the right angle. Mirri is most occupied
with smiling and blinking cutely at Kesonam, while Tika is looking around at everything,
much more interested in the hovercraft than the other two.
Kesonam presses a silver button on the panel
at his door and the other door glides shut again, giving off a slight beeping noise as to
indicate that it is now hermetically sealed like the rest of the craft. The vehicle lifts
off the ground an additional several inches and hums softly to itself. The leopards
curious eyes move to the roughly two feet wide main control panel in front of the driver
and hidden under the design of the dashboard.
The same image is projected onto the
windshield in transparent colors that change against the background at different viewing
angles since some colors might be hard to see against other colors. The computer appears
to display just about every value of anything science can possibly measure in and around
the vehicle. Even the fuel gauge is too complicated for Tika to figure out, but there are
a few things that he can guess what might be for.
Tika recognizes an altimeter, a compass, a
speedometer, a clock showing both local planet time and Galaxy Standard Time, a 3D map
with the route to the school seemingly already plotted and various counters for traveled
distance, remaining fuel, acceleration, air pressure, relative air resistance, light
intensity, outside and inside temperature and humidity, hull condition, atmospheric
composition, magnetic fields, efficiency and temperature of the reactor core,
gravitational pull, angles to the sky and horizon, total weight of the craft, acceleration
strain of the hull, outside radiation, wind velocity, wind direction, length, width and
height of the craft, which seem to be changing constantly etc. etc.
Plus a lot of smaller screens in the main
one, tirelessly plotting every information they can get their sensors on and logging it
all to the shipboard computer. There is also a radar that shows all organic forms close to
the craft with larger mass than a bird, but only relevant objects such as other vehicles
more than a mile away.
Kesonam touches the top of the screen to
bring down the main menu and before Tika can blink, he has already gone through several
other menus and deselected most of the counters, resulting in larger divisions of the
panel and bigger instruments. The windshield display changes to a smaller one that is only
in front of the driver and all shown in a neon green color.
I hate that default screen,
Kesonam mumbles and prepares to lift off. His paws grab around the steering joystick by
the side of his chair on the right and the accelerator handle on the other side, and he
turns his head to the other two with a smile, Hang on.
Tika grabs around Mirris waist to hold
her in place, but neither of them feel anything but a slight dizziness at looking out the
windshield as the craft suddenly whisks away frictionless through the jungle, silently.
The characteristic low hum of the engine is barely audible inside since Kesonam turned
down the volume of outside noises in the cockpit. Mirri and Tika look and feel around
curiously, but cannot find any other evidence of the craft moving at all beside the view
of the jungle blurring past the 180 degree window.
Mirri is the first to question her mate about
this remarkable piece of modern technology, So.. umm.. how high can you fly with
this thing?
Kesonam smirks and applies a bit more
pressure on the front of the joystick while accelerating a bit, suddenly tilting the
scenery about 80 degrees up towards the tree tops. Mirri gasps in surprise and grabs onto
the handle by the door, but she cannot feel any difference from just a moment before, as
if she was merely watching TV through the windshield. Only a slight brushing noise is
heard against the hull as the craft forces its way up through the leaves and finally
emerges over the wild growth above the jungle. Mirri sees a very familiar scenery as they
all fly along the top of the jungle, just above the highest branches. She loves climbing
all the way up in the trees and watch the breathtaking sunset as it clears the jungle. The
tigress reminds herself to take Kesonam climbing next time.
Wooow.. Tika is not talking about
the view, however, Can you fly even higher than this?
Kesonam nods, Yeah. Youre not
really allowed to, but this wonder can fly just as high up the commercial transports.
Pretty good for a hovercraft.
Tika is fascinated at that main control
panel, Whats all that blinking stuff for?
The lion grins, Well, the computer
measures everything around us and shows it to me here. I think this whole craft is just
one big sensor, coz theres not a thing in the world this control panel doesnt
want to tell me about. I switch most of it off, no need to make it so confusing. He
points to the screen with his left paw, See? For instance that thing shows us what
the fuel is made of with every little components in percentages. Completely useless when
youre driving. He presses it once and then selects hide on the
appearing menu, making it vanish and all the other graphical instruments rearrange neatly
again, both on the screen and the windshield.
Oh, it even has voice control,
Kesonam presses one of the buttons below the control panel with his left paw and raises
his head, Computer, thrust 24.6%.
The computer affirms with a pleasant beep and
the jungle below them starts gliding a bit faster until the speed is matched. The two
twins just stare in amazement.
Pretty neat, unless you want to talk to
somefur in the craft too, then it can get slightly annoying having to say every speed and
such in the middle of a conversation. But when youre alone in the craft, its
actually possible to avoid having to say computer at the start of every
command and then steer by verbal commands alone. But unless you have that switched on, you
dont wanna let go of the joysticks.
The puzzled look from the two furs in the
other seat demands a demonstration. Kesonam lets go of both the joystick and the velocity
handle, and the craft breaks so rapidly that they all feel the pull forwards.
Tika grins, Cool. No driver, no
speed.
The lion chuckles, Something like that,
yes. Its a safety precaution of course, but the craft still decelerates so slowly
that you dont get ripped out of your seat. The seats constantly sort of suck you
into them and hold you back in case of a crash or something. If you really wanna drive
reckless you should wear the seatbelt, but at normal speeds under 500 mph, the seat can
hold you back in case of an accident.
Mirri frowns and recalls her physics classes,
Not if you smack against a wall, right?
Kesonam shakes his head, Of course not,
but collision radars are standard on all hovercraft. Some are more advanced, but Im
sure none of them will allow anyone to drive into a wall.
Tika ponders, Collision radar... That
means the computer steers you away from anything dangerous, right?
Mirri turns to glare down at her brother.
Hey, bear with me, I dont have
all those fancy classes in school. He pokes her side.
Kesonam grabs the controls and slowly speeds
up again, deciding to take over before the sibling rivalries flare up, Thats
right Tika, without that we probably wouldve hit a few branches on our way through
the trees a minute ago.
Tika gets that gleam in his eyes, So
how fast can this thing go?
Kesonam grins, Fast enough. It can go
from 0 to 1000 in 3.2 seconds, but then you can also really feel the pull of the engine.
Normally the hull absorbs most of the G-force, which is why you can only feel which way is
down if you close your eyes and concentrate. The 2 G gravity we have on the surface are
only felt if we hover. My dad and I took it for a test drive not too long ago to see how
much power we could squeeze out of it. We started in the middle of the Pratawi
desert and measured 3.24 seconds for the feat. I think my dad pushed it up to a max speed
of about 2040. Im telling you, this thing turns thin as a line at that speed.
Tika furrows his brow, Huh?
Oh, well you see, the craft
doesnt look the same at different speeds. If you go fast, it sort of flattens out
and stretches in some places. Something about reducing wind resistance I guess, luckily
the computer takes care of everything. At slow speeds it looks roughly the same. There
probably isnt a lot of fuel to save by changing the shape when winds from the side
still have an influence on your driving.
Mirri smiles, So what else can this
thing do? Acting as if her question was not one that could take days to answer in
completion.
Kesonam takes a deep breath and exhales
slowly, Well.. Ive tried fiddling with the computer settings. Theres all
sorts of things like roll, horizon calibration and stuff that you can set yourself if you
know what youre doing, but most of it is something that youll let the computer
handle automatically. It makes sure to level out the craft so its horizontal when
youre not changing your altitude, it takes care of fuel intake to make it most
economic, it monitors outside activity, it changes the shape of the craft etc. I even
found an option where you could set the maximum amount of G-force you want to feel in
here, so even if you fly at top speed towards the ground or make a really hard u-turn, the
computer will not allow the craft to accelerate above the G you set. It will simply slow
down or flatten out the turn. He grins toothily, Its really cool if
youre going for a thrill ride. You just set it to max 8 G or however much you wanna
feel, then you turn down the amount of G the hull automatically absorbs and you start
making loops and acrobatic turns and stuff. Endless fun. I think its possible to
change every little detail of the whole craft to suit your own needs, but as long as
neither my dad nor I are race drivers or anything, I think well put our faith in the
factory settings. Except for all the silly instruments. Normally I have my own settings
for what I think is relevant to look at, but I think my dad accidentally switched off the
custom selections and we cant figure out how to turn them back on.
Mirri blinks, It doesnt say in
the manual?
The lion turns to her, looking a bit
surprised, Of course it does, but who reads a manual??
Tika grins, Yeah, if we cant
figure it out ourselves, wed rather be without it, right Kes?
Mirri rolls her eyes, Males...
She takes a peek at the time. With this thing
it will not take long to get to the school even from way out here, so they still have time
to fool around since Tika and her left so early, Okay. So whats this
thing? She points at one of the graphic screens in the corner of the main panel,
which resembles the hovercraft drawn in an outline of yellow.
Kesonam looks and frowns a bit,
Thats just the shield, dunno why I bother to look at that either. See, it says
the shield is running at maximum efficiency, it has no malfunctions and everything in
general is peachy. The yellow line around the craft shows if its damaged or breached
anywhere. I think its set to switch on automatically if there are more than a few
other craft visible on the radar, or if there is a potential hazard nearby. Maybe it can
see the big trees just below us.
Mirri tilts her head at the screen,
Theres like a force field around us?
Kesonam nodnods, Exactly. Its
beginning to be standard equipment on hovercrafts too. Previously only spaceships and big
cruisers had shield generators; they could already make ones small enough to put on a
civilian vehicle, but didnt because it was too expensive. Now they found a way to
make them cheaper and just as powerful and they say it makes transport much safer. I
believe them. The shield can actually protect the craft if you smack against a wall, or if
you ram into another craft. Accidents before usually ended in crushed furs or explosions,
but Ive seen two hovercraft hit each other head on and neither of them get a scratch
in the hull. Powerful stuff. Plus with the superconductors, the shields only draw energy
from the reactor when they are turned on or hit with something, so they automatically
solve the problem of getting a good burglar alarm. You need to drain the whole core to
lower the shield and then recharge it again to get enough power to start the vehicle if
you wanna steal it. So now they are working on a fool-proof way to shut down the core
completely if the shield has been drained abnormally.
Mirri nods interested and Tika smiles
unsympathetically, Cool. But we better get going if we wanna make it to the first
lesson.
Kesonam grins, Well make it,
dont worry. He pushes the thrust handle on the left and the G-force measure on
the instruments increase until the velocity instrument reads 473 mph. The jungle below
flies backwards it seems, until Kesonam forces the craft down through the leaves and
branches once more, much to the dismay of the already nervous squirrels.
Mirri and Tika grit their teeth as the huge
tree trunks fly past them, the collision radar is alert and working overtime to avoid
hitting any of the wide obstacles and blowing into a million pieces as the craft races
through the jungle. Suddenly it clears the edge of the jungle and soars out over the top
of the hill, gleaming in the sun at the city below. From way up here they can find the
school pretty easily. Since they approach from the uncivilized side of the urban area,
they do not have to keep to the designated roads and can keep flying above the rooftops
without worrying about traffic until they reach downtown.
Kesonam is cheeky enough to just fly over the
school parking lot and set the craft down in his usual spot instead of following the roads
that everyone else does. The doors *swoosh* open again in both sides and the four wheels
come down to park the hovercraft at ground level. Mirri jumps out first, then Tika a bit
more reluctant and finally Kesonam exits on the other side, closing the doors and
activating the locks and alarm with the key ring.
Tika moves over behind the hovercraft and
stares checks out the back with the trunk and everything. His sister moves up to Kesonam
and looks at him critically for some time before asking him what is on her mind,
Okay Kes. This *really* isnt yours is it?
The lion blinks and is about to keep to his
story, but he cannot lie to his mate. His ears droop a bit, No.. Its my
dads.
Mirri grins and gives him a quick kiss on the
cheek, Thought so. Its cool, tho.
Furs start rushing inside already and the
trio makes set off too for another day in school. Mirri takes the east wing, with Kesonam
mindlessly tagging along.
Yo, Kes! Were going this
way? Tika shouts to alarm Kesonam to his senses.
Oh, ehm. Yeah. Right. Sure. See ya later Mirri! he calls out and
waves vigorously. He quickly joins the side of his friend and proceeds to ramble about how
beautiful she looks today. By now, Tika has developed a keen sense of blocking out
anything involving his sister for a while.
Once Kesonam and Tika step through the gym
doors, little attention is brought to them. Kesonam does not seem to mind it one bit, at
least not from what Tika can tell by his bright grin. Which troubles him a bit. He is used
to a little more attention, even if it usually is negative. The class appears normal in
attendance, activities and noise. But something itches in the leopards mind. He
cannot do much about it now other than ride it out.
Their cougar instructor blows his whistle and
orders a circle up, all students taking their place and forming a semi-perfect circle.
Tika is anxious to hear what the instructor has planned today, bobbing his knees up and
down in anticipation, I hope we learn more staff fighting.
So do I, and then practice on your
sister. The lion whispers just so Tika can hear. His voice must remain low,
otherwise it calls for push-ups, or some other non-sense exercise.
Not the best thing to say around Tika, and
Kesonam soon finds out with a painful jab to the ribcage.
Tika. 5 minutes dodge practice, move
it. Comes the crisp and sharp voice from the instructor. By now, everyone is looking
where the instructors finger points. Tika.
The leopard has no choice but to follow
orders. All the students are murmuring amongst themselves, knowing that dodge practice
always bites the big one.
Awww, jeez
the youth
mutters under his breath. Tika can only dread when *this* much attention is brought to
him. The downfall of his day approaches, and it started out so well. Slowly, unwillingly,
he gets in position to face the onslaught. All the students have now broken their circle
and taken interest in how well Tika will do.
Just as the particularly embarrassed-looking
Kesonam feared, the teacher is pointing at him right at this moment, You, up
here.
The lion droops his ears and walks up beside
the cougar, who places a pail filled with tennis balls on a table as he looks to the
leopard against the nearby wall, Ready?
Tika hesitantly nods, and then gets in a
defensive position. A small murmur through the crowd occurs, then silence as the
instructor slaps Kesonam hard on his back and steps aside to let him do his thing,
Go!
Naturally, Tika could have dodged the first
ball even if he had been tied up on the floor and had to crawl away from it. Which does
not help on the instructors mood at all, Cmon! Faster! Harder!
Kesonam throws another ball, and another
ball, and another, each one faster than the other and more accurate due to the tireless
yelling their teacher is doing behind him. Eventually Tika actually has to put some effort
into moving away from the tennis balls as they come flying in his direction in rapid
succession. He knows the drill by now. A ball comes, he dodges to his left. The next ball
bouncing along the ground causes him to lift up his right leg and hold it in place with a
paw. Balancing on one foot, another ball bounces along towards his standing leg. He has no
choice but to hop over it with his other foot caught in his paw. The agile leopard takes a
leap over the ball, and lands on his feet again. He releases his left foot just in time to
swing it out of another blurred streak. Kesonam might be just a little too eager with this
now, the tennis balls are traveling much faster.
Very good Tika, but this isnt a
ballet the teacher comments.
Tika knows he is in for it. He tries to put
off the showmanship for now and just concentrate on not being hit, his feline eyes locked
on each ball as it follows through to its designated target. Each command being sent to
his body is rather blunt, Swerve left. Duck. Throw out your arm. Cross over to your
other arm. Handstand. Land on feet. Pivot body. Jump. But unfortunately not all of
these commands work as well as he could have hoped for. Often, follies such as doing a
handstand let a few balls strike him on the chest and legs, making him lose his balance
and quickly revert to a more upright position.
In the end, Tika is left on his back, tennis
balls scattered all over the area. His chest rises up and down with his loud panting. Not
only is he sore in various circular places, he is also rather bruised up. Something just
blew away his concentration today.
Dont pay attention, pay the
price, Mr. Btaaro remarks to his class, looking rather proud at his pun.
No wonder. Must have taken him years to
think that one up, Tika figures. The leopard and his body got the message, however,
but could have done with just a verbal remark. This is not a good way to start the first
lesson. He rises to his feet and stumbles over to his place next by Kesonam, who has sat
down already. Tika shoots a sharp glare to his friend. Not one that should pierce a hole
in their friendship, but definitely a clear message that Kesonam should just shut up and
make himself invisible for the rest of the day.
Luckily for the lion this is one of the days
when they only have a few classes together. After three hours of jumping around and no
staff training whatsoever, Kesonam leaves for science class in another wing and Tika and
the rest start their soccer practice.
It is just one of those days for Tika as his
team is beaten repeatedly. He is plain mad for the rest of the day and goes home the
moment his classes are done, not waiting for any of his friends.
After making his way home through the jungle,
he is almost trampled down by his mom as she rushes towards the elevator just as he is
exiting, Whoa!
Sorry Tika, listen, I have to go to the
city and were still having problems with the satellite receiver.
Tika frowns, I didnt know
weve had any problems.
Well, its been acting funny. So
Ive called the electronics store and they said theyd send someone out here to
have a look at it. Youre not going anywhere, are you?
The leopard shrugs, No.
Good, stay here and.. help with
whatever you can. Gotta run. Mika sort of shoves him to the side and is halfway down
the tree already.
*Sigh*
Tika goes upstairs to do nothing for a while
until he hears the somewhat unfamiliar beep of the doorbell. Not a lot of furs come all
the way out here. He drags himself down the stairs and hears the beep repeatedly again,
Alright, alright, already.. chill, will ya?
He presses the button to move the elevator
all the way up and open the door. The sight that greets him is the most beautiful female
wolf he has ever seen. She must only be a year or so older than him, maybe even the same
age and she stands there smiling and making Tika weak in the knees. That very intelligent
part of the brain, which is activated around gorgeous girls kicks into action with Tika
too, Uhhhhh...
The wolf grins and tilts her head slightly
while leaning into the room, I was supposed to fix a sat receiver for your TV
here?
Only now does Tika see the toolbox beside her
on the floor with the same logo on the side as the little black box they have beside the
TV, Uhh.. yeah.. this way. He walks into the living room, followed by the
slender lupus beauty behind him and tries desperately to remember what a TV looks like.
Fortunately, she spots it herself and moves over to the far wall of the room, Tika just
following behind and staring at her. Her fur is a pleasant light gray all the way through
except under her chin, around her paws and her feet about halfway to the knees where she
is pure white. She is wearing a dark green skirt and a dark t-shirt with the company logo.
But strangely enough no shoes of any kind as most furs from the city. Either she lives in
the jungle or she is just dressed for the occasion.
The magic is broken as a big, curious tiger
shoves in between them both and sniffs rudely at the wolfs feet.
Tika frowns and pushes at Senajits
side, Sen. Go away!
The wolf grins and rubs the tiger behind his
ears, Its okay. He just wants to see who I am, dont you big guy?
Senajit *murums* and rubs against her legs
happily.
Tika still does not seem too happy about the
intrusion, but at least it has knocked him to his senses a bit, So.. um..
whats your name?
She stops rubbing and looks back at the
leopard, a bit surprised, Rawy.
Tika smiles, Rawy. Kewl. Im Tika.
Where do you go to school?
Rawy grins and shakes her head, I
dont go to school. Im an apprentice in this company, learning how to repair
electronics and such.
No chance of hanging out with her in school
then, I see.. so, you live out here or something? He gives an indicating nod
towards her outfit.
Oh no, I just know how humid it gets
out here. Another right hook at Tikas hopes.
Senajit leans over and licks at Tikas
face.
Stop it, Sen! He pushes his tiger
friend back, Whats the matter with you?
Rawy merely laughs and then grabs the little
black box and disconnects it, Well, I better get to work on this thing.
Tika nods and walks towards the kitchen,
Okay, Ill be upstairs in my room, just yell if you need anything. And if
Senajit is bothering you Ill take him with me.
Oh no, its okay. He can watch,
Im sure he has a lot to learn about electronics. She winks and scratches the
tiger again.
Alright. Good luck. With that he
retreats upstairs, walks all the way to the second floor and then sneaks back down to hide
on the stairs where he can see through the kitchen and into the living room.
Senajit sits neatly and watches as Rawy opens
the box, puts a few tools against it to test various things, but she cannot seem to find
anything wrong with it. Must be something with the TV then. She gets on her paws and knees
and tries to squeeze in behind the TV to check the connections and everything. Senajit
*rowls* softly and moves up to rub his head against her side playfully, making her giggle,
Hey, that tickles.
Rawy finishes checking behind the TV and
thinks she found the optic cable that needs to be replaced. She backs out, grabs a cable
from the toolbox and smiles at the tiger, who now sits neatly beside her and watches with
interest. He has been wondering for a long time what that little black thing beside the TV
does.
About half an hour later, Tika comes down in
the living room and sees the wolf still fumbling around with the black box. Senajit paces
back and forth in front of her and tries to help.
She looks up as Tika approaches and smiles at
him, Okay. I think I got it now.
Tika is not very interested in the TV right
now, however, Thats great, so I bet you get to meet a lot of nice furs when
you have a job like this, huh?
Rawy grins, Some nicer than others,
but.. yeah.
The leopard smiles wryly, I see.. so
which category would I fall into? The nice, the really nice or the exceptionally
nice?
She giggles and puts the top on the black
box, much to Senajits dismay. He had only just begun to sniff through the
electronics in it. Id say you probably belonged to the really nice
category. She blinks her golden eyes softly at him and smiles a smile that could
stun a herd of charging Voracious Jawoen Wildlions.
Hmm.. would what it take to advance to
the next? There is no end to the confidence of this guy.
Rawy puts a paw to her chin in thought,
Well.. I think only my closest friends belong there... and my boyfriend of
course...
She might as well have smacked him in the
face with a 20-pound sledgehammer; probably would not have hurt as much.
Uh...
Well, Im all done here, better
get going. Your mother said youd prefer an old-fashioned bill, so Ill send one
in a few days. She rises to her feet, grabs her toolbox and is already on her way to
the elevator. Rawy turns once inside it, smiles and waves at the shocked leopard,
Bye. Nice to meet you two.
The elevator closes and takes her out of
Catwood again. Tika still sits and stares at the closed door, Senajit looking at him with
a concerned expression. A paw moves to the tigers neck with a sigh, Think
well ever see her again, Sen?
The tiger looks up at him and *mnruws* a bit
sadly.
Yeah, me neither.
The tiger jumps back with a slight start as
his master sort of loses all the muscles in the torso and slams his head against the
floor, Gaaah... why dont you just throw me off the balcony..
Senajit grabs the leopards neckscruff
and starts dragging him towards the window.
Hey, hey, hey! He bats the tiger
away with a paw and points at him with an angry stare, Dont act like you can
understand what Im saying. Stupid animal.
Tika retreats upstairs and Senajit cleverly
stays downstairs.
At that moment Mirri enters the room and
barely notices the two before she floats happily up in her room, giggling and laughing to
herself...