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mayfield_rpg2012-08-10 05:57 pm
nyanpire) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-10 05:57 pm
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Kitty-robics! Cats-ercise! Nya-thletics!
[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...
[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...
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Exercising! I'm training! I'm gonna get STRONG, nyaa!
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Strong? Got any reason in particular?
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[Inwardly he's wondering what a little cat could do against Mayfield, but the attitude is admirable.]
Want some help?
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[He sits back and beams.]
...how're you gonna help, nyaa?
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[Fighting-- which is what Firo assumes Nyanpire is preparing for-- can be tough when you're tiny, but there are techniques to make up for it.]
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[He sits on the ground to be closer to Nyanpire's height. He holds his hands out with all but the little fingers folded down.]
A good one, if you can reach 'em, is to grab their pinky finger and twist it around. Hurts like hell.
Can you use those wings of yours?
[That could be a huge advantage, and there are some weak points that it might be difficult for Nyanpire to reach otherwise.]
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Weak points? Oooh... Pinky fingers! Okay! Okay!
[He gives his wings an encouraging few flaps! Nothing happens other than the flapping, though.]
I can't fly with them, nyaa... meowbey they'll get bigger someday...
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[He didn't. He really didn't. Lacking further insight, he scratched behind his ear, and then yawned.]
I.. I have fangs, too! Big ones!
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[He looks at Nyanpire expectantly, right now he doesn't see any fangs that are as impressive as what he's imagining.]
How big are they?
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They're... somewhat larger than what a kitten of his size ought to have.]
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...Is that it?
[Don't be rude, Firo.]
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... [He sits back down. He closes his mouth.]
That's... that's my fangs, nyaa.
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[He scratches his head. He feels a bit guilty for saying that.]
...Are they sharp, at least?
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[Apparently no offense had been taken to Firo's lack of awe.]
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[He stands up and starts poking around the ground until he finds a stick. He holds it out to Nyanpire; it's not too thick, a little more than a twig.]
Can you break this with your teeth?