Kitty-robics! Cats-ercise! Nya-thletics!

[nyanpire]

[Action - 1649 Albright]

[There's a package on the doorstep for Nyanpire, but it's several times larger than him. And heavy, very heavy. He's trying his best to shove it inside so he can open it, but there's no real progress being made. It's stuck against the bottom of the door frame.]

Help! I need help! Nyaaaaaaa!

[Action - Park]

[Mayfield was a pretty scary place. The phone had some people saying some pretty serious stuff. Something bad could happen to his friends and any moment, and he didn't want that! He'd have to protect them! And the only way to do that, tiny-tiny as he was, was to get stronger. Up until now, he hadn't been too sure how to go about this. But he had just gotten back the giant pile of fitness gear and health products that Masamunya had bought for him. So now he was gonna use them! And get strong! And protect everyone!

So there's a little kitty with little kitty-sized weights on his legs, and a sweatband on his head, and a wagon full of highly questionable vitamin supplements nearby. The kitty is working out quite hard, doing side lunges and squats and running around in circles... and occasionally just falling over and panting and looking quite exhausted.]

N... nyaa... it's hard to be strong...

Comments

[Park]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Just when Sniper thought nothing Mayfield threw at him would surprise him. So he's just gonna ... stare for a bit.*

Well. I'm glad yer not fifty feet tall anymore. What uh.. what're ya doin' mate?

[nyanpire]

Nyaa?

[What was that? Who was that? ...oh. It was someone who he remembered being a LOT smaller. Funny, that...]

Exercising! I'm exercising, nyaa! I have EQUIPMENT and everything!

[He holds up his forelegs to demonstrate the little weighted bands he has strapped to them. And sets them down again shortly afterwards because... yeah, heavy.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*In all his six foot seven glory Sniper peers down at the cat and the ... well that certainly is cat sized workout equipment.*

I see that yeah. And why exactly is a cat workin' out?

[nyanpire]

I wanna get strong, nyaa! Big and strong!

[He puffs himself up proudly.]

I gotta protect my friends, nyaa!

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yer gonna ...

Look mate, even if ya get all big an' strong, yer still just a little cat. How ya gonna protect 'em?

[nyanpire]

I'll... I'll bite the bad guys really hard! And drink all their blood! Nyaa!

[bye_to_yer_head]

Alright. I'll give ya that. You do have a set 'f teeth on ya.

What's this about drinkin' blood? I think that's takin' it a mite far.

[nyanpire]

I'm a VAMPIRE! Vampires drink blood, nyaa!

[He sits back, frowning and letting his little wings flap.]

So I should drink BAD GUY blood!

[bye_to_yer_head]

Yer a vampire cat. That lifts weights.

*This really should unsettle him more than it does. Mayfield is making him numb to all kinds of craziness.*

Shouldn't ya melt in the sun or somethin'?

[nyanpire]

[This is small potatoes weirdness in the grand scheme of strange Mayfield crap, really.]

N...nyo? The sun's okay for meow...

I like garlic, too!

[bye_to_yer_head]

So what's the nemesis of vampire cats? Dog priests?

*He .. may not even be joking.*

[nyanpire]

N-nyaa! That sounds SCARY!

[Perhaps he is right. Perhaps he is very, very right.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

I take it I'm close then.

Tell ya what. If I see any, I'll tell 'em t' steer clear of you. How's that?

[nyanpire]

That's good! I don't wannya get chased by a dog priest!

[He seems to be simmering down. Good thing he's got such nice people on his side to protect him from the scary stuff, yeah.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya ain't gonna. I'm sure there's plenty 'f people around here that would help you out.

*He's seen how people fawn over kittens, he has nothing to worry about, vampire or not.*

[nyanpire]

Nyaa! I have lots of friends, yeah! So... so I protect them, and they protect meow.

[Aaaand fwump, he's sprawled forward on the grass.]

...getting strong is hard work, nyaa.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Uh-oh, kitten down! Sniper reaches down and gently nudges him with a finger.*

You alroight there? You know, lifting weights probably ain't the answer. Ya gotta play t' yer strengths mate. Like how yer little an' can get in tight places. You can trip people, bite 'em, probably run real fast.

[nyanpire]

[He reaction to the poke is a small "nyaa" and some continued laziness. Cats, man.]

...I.. I gotta be fast? Aah! Trip people! I can trip people!

[Hup! And... now he's sitting. Better than being sprawled.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya see? Ya got plenty of skills without workin' out.

*Though he's still wondering where the cat got a tiny sweatband.*

[nyanpire]

I do! I do, I do, nyaa!

[A little pawing and wriggling, and he has popped that little sweatband off of his head. Some picking with his teeth, and off come the weights.]

I've worked hard. I'm gonna go have a nap.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Roight then.

*He shakes his head, but he's smiling.*

'ave a good one then. You've earned it.