Hey-this is rpg-related stuff about my main character and her first meeting with Feral.
I’ve been up all night writing it(had to jump on the idea), so you might want to look it over…if you would like to see what ayori looks like, there are pictures and info at this url: www.geocities.com/paris/leftbank/6807/lonewolves.html
….i’d love to hear what you think!
But for now, i need sleep…TTFN!
Things started to come into focus, not that the experience was pleasant. Ayori sat up, rubbing at her sinuses and taking in her new surroundings. She found herself on a rooftop, said rooftop belonging to an alarmingly tall office building. From over her head, the face of a clock overlooked the new, strange metropolis that thrived and went on with its usual rhythm. No, Ayori thought. This unfortunate city had no idea what had arrived to it.
This city, in this dimension, was the latest stop for Ayori Mera, who had been sent on a rather unpleasant tour of various times and dimensions.
She carried a burden with her in her travels, being the leader of a diverse group of resistance members.
Their furry, wolf-like kind was under the gun, literally, as Ayori’s own mother–the Empress of Cerberus and its Empire–marched boldly ahead to conquer as many worlds as possible while paying little attention to the homeworld.
The Cerberan Resistance Armed Forces was indeed armed to the teeth…due to some not entirely-legal use of government equipment.
And, Ayori was compelled to remind herself in her weaker moments, she was their Kitsura, the Commander of the whole affair.
Things often got bad and were followed by the worst, when an old age of
Cerberan sorcery was brought back to light, renewing the folklore of the blood of the gods that flowed through the veins of the royal line.
Ayori’s mother had found the spark of power in her supernatural ability, and as it was considerably stronger than Ayori’s own powers (which included hovering, fire-conjuring, energy-channeling and the like), she vowed revenge against her daughter, and wielded it with little restraint.
Ayori’s punishment was an unpredictable jaunt through turbulent times and places, each stopover wearing her down just the least bit.
And so, here she was,a princess, a trained military specialist(to the dismay of those who lost her to the Resistance), and a would-be goddess incarnate, running the proverbial gauntlet.
She felt a need to get back to her officers, her friends, but she never knew when it all would end, and she had started taking each new place a step at a time.
Such with this place.
She stood, brushing off her black, red-trimmed Commander’s uniform, double-checking her weapons, and most of all, her Cerberan fighting blade.
Safe in its scabbard and slung across her back, she made herself invisible to life in general and wandered towards the roof stairway.
Megakat City was the name of the burg.
Ayori dodged pedestrians and eventually gave the effort up to hovering above the crowds.
It was going to be a bit hard to fit into the public; they were, unenterprisingly, kats.
She was closer to wolf, with her wide ears, thick tail and strange legs.
She saw a newsstand, and paused to read from the rack.
There was something about Enforcers, and a SWAT team.
It left her mind with the arrival of a symphonic stomach growl, and she realized she had no food and no means to obtain it.
Pirate though she may be, it was not for her own welfare.
She would not steal, for herself anyway.
She wondered if there wasn’t a way to get a bite any time soon, and feared dinner had to be earned.
She also needed a place to stay during her visit, and forced her mind to concentrate on housing instead.
She had gone through this particular detail before, and quickly found herself a cozy nook, in the attic of The Megakat City Concert Hall.
A few blankets and some clothing, which she did have, and her home was secure.
There was a utility closet, and a rather small restroom that seemed to be rarely used by backstage hands.
It would do.
With the previous obstacle averted, the food issue returned.
She thought that she would be useful, perhaps, as a little bit of help to the local law enforcement.
Her own advanced tech was miles ahead of what the locals seemed to utilize, from the looks of the newspaper photos.
She decided she’d bite the bullet and present herself to the fuzz, allow them to take her as she was, and hoped that some small payment would come her way before she passed out from hunger.
Ayori had to admit , there were some original faces among those she received from passers-by.
She did look pretty close to this kind, but the differences were quite obvious.
She ordinarily would have remained invisible, but her energy was diminishing.
She had learned from a befuddled street vendor that the Enforcers kept the peace here, and that they had one Commander Feral as their leader. She considered her own rank, and thought that perhaps she would stick with her alternate Resistance name, Hunter, for the time being.
No need to have a battle of superiority, not when the odds glared down at her in evident contempt.
The Enforcer building was an interesting one.
It had its own runway, with planes and choppers coming and going about their business.
She went inside, followed the directory to the upper floors, where the bulk of the offices were.
Ayori found the outer offices of the Enforcer commander, and sauntered up to the secretary’s desk.
“I’d like to see Commander Feral, please.”
The secretary glanced up, and took on a look of surprise at the unusual sight in front of her.
“Err…Do you have an appointment, Miss?”
Ayori shook her head, and ventured into a bit of verbal maneuvering.
“No, but I’m to see him. It’s urgent.”
She shifted, giving her blade a hitch.
“The name’s Hunter.”
“Uhhh…just a moment,” the secretary stuttered.
Ayori’s presence had thrown her quite off-guard, apparently.
She pressed the intercom button.
From the inner office: “Mrs. Katz? Is there something wrong?”
“Uh, Commander, there is an officer Hunter here–not an Enforcer. She says she’s to see you.”
Then, the same resonating voice.
“I don’t think I’ve heard that name before.”
Mrs. Katz looked to fall apart, the poor dear.
“She says it’s urgent, Commander.” She swallowed.
Ayori could only guess at the thoughts rolling through the Commander’s head, and was prepared to work up the charm, but–
Show her in, Mrs. Katz.”
Mrs. Katz seemed all too pleased to dispose of her at the threshold of the inner office, and scurried back to drown her tremors in antacid, perhaps.
Ayori opened the door herself, knowing this next part would be the most difficult.
It was time to resurrect the unused charm, her most powerful means of persuasion.
The office was well-lit, large, and bordered by a wall of glass. In front of the glass was the Commander’s desk.
The Commander, however, was no where to be seen.
She mused on this for a moment, and was caught short by a sharp jab behind her ribs.
“It’s loaded.” She hadn’t picked up his scent from behind her; her powers were definitely fading.
A hand tugged lightly at Ayori’s scabbard and gunbelt.
“Lose them or not; it’s up to you.”
Not really having a choice, Ayori unhooked each from her heavy leather belt and surrendered them behind her back.
The unseen hand received them from her own, and the gun barrel withdrew.
She rubbed her side, turning to face her attacker in some imprudent disgust.
“Is this how you treat all your guests?”
Ayori’s expression changed when she found herself talking at Commander Feral’s chest.
She looked up to his face, which was thick-jawed, with neatly-trimmed whiskers and dark, incriminating eyes.
He was well-built, with close-cropped black hair, and dressed in military-issue boots, pants and shirtsleeves.
The Commander was likewise taken somewhat aback, sizing Ayori up and masking any outward expression of astonishment.
He clutched her weapons, and was armed with his own pistol as well.
“Hunter? Is that your name?”
“It’s what they call me,” Ayori replied, dryly.
Feral nodded to himself, and turned back toward his desk.
He set her gun down and drew the blade from the scabbard, pausing at halfway.
Eyes shifted her way.
Ayori moved forward cautiously.
“Commander, that blade is terribly valuable–”
“I’ll be careful.”
He drew the blade out and examined the edge. “It’s like nothing I’ve seen before..”
Ayori pursed her mouth.
Feral returned the blade to the scabbard and pulled a chair over from the wall.
Feral took his place behind his desk, and leaned forward, fingers interlaced in front of him.
“Wha…who are you,” he asked, “And what are you after?”
Ayori breathed deeply.
This was going to be harder than she thought.
“I’m no kat, Commander,” she began.
Commander Feral snorted.
“No, you certainly aren’t.
I’m now giving you a chance to explain yourself before I have you taken away.”
Institute-funded feedings occurred to her.
So did better judgement.
“I came here to offer my services to the Enforcers.”
“Yes, Commander,” she assumed one of her more casual, relaxed moods.
“My specialties are in espionage and detective skills. Undercover investigations.”
“And,” Commander Feral raised an eyebrow.
“Why do you think the Enforces are in need of such a specialist?”
“Well, apparently, only your SWAT unit seems to be getting anything done.”
Feral looked shocked for a moment, and then gave her a dark look. “The…SWAT Kats aren’t a part of the Enforces.
They are vigilantes who take the law into their own hands.”
At that moment, Ayori felt the beginnings of a wickedly convenient plan conjuring between her ears.
“These SWAT Kats; do they have a habit of pulling just the right trick at just the right time?
To succeed at catching up with criminals, I mean.”
Feral brooded at nothing in particular.
“There seems to be such a pattern…”
Ayori put on her most engaging smile.
Feral looked back at her.
Ayori stood up again, leaned forward into the Commander’s space with palms flattened on his desk.
“Would you like to catch more of those criminals yourself?” She could see he was a little dishevelled at her advance.
She lowered her voice to a seductive purr.
“I can make it happen.”
Feral was immediately speechless, to Ayori’s delight.
He swallowed and, averting his eyes again, tried to regain his graven composure.
Ayori fell back into her chair, smiling widely.
“The Enforcers don’t need help from an…outsider,”
He found a spot on the ceiling of interest. “We are quite capable.”
Ayori was crestfallen, but was ready with another ploy.
She made a sweeping ascent to her feet, and helping herself to her weapons, she turned to go.
Halfway to the door, she stopped and looked back.
“Perhaps my offer will fetch better results with the criminals themselves.
Money is money to me, Commander.
Ayori continued on her swaggering way.
She reached to open the office door.
“Wait,” Feral stood up abruptly; she heard his chair fall.
She turned back to face him, and waited for him to cross the office to her.
“We may be able to work something out.
Do sit back down…Miss Hunter is it?”
She grinned again, in spite of herself, and returned to her seat.
Feral did not ask for her weapons.
Having regained his place, he shot her a wary look.
“I could just have you arrested for blackmail, you know.”
“But,” Ayori interjected, “I’d escape easily.
And if you did arrest me, you wouldn’t be able to find out all about me.
She had struck another chord.
Feral heaved a sigh, and looked her straight in the eye.
“What kind of money?”
“Not a lot.”
She glared right back.
“Enough to…keep fed.” Her stomach growled, right on cue.
She stood her ground, shrugging it off.
“The necessities, Commander.”
“Have you eaten? Is that why you need to work..?”
Feral seemed to stumble into what she’d hoped to cover.
“If that’s the case, I can–”
“No.” Ayori spoke firmly, looking at the floor. “Thank you.
I don’t take handouts.”
“Well,” Feral looked a little quashed.
“I would like to hire you, then.
But I wish I knew where you came from.”
He looked her over, this time not bothering to hide his amazement.
“I’m sure you’re not a local.”
Ayori had to laugh.
“Quite an understatement.”
she felt a wave of relief overtake her, along with weary gratefulness.
“Commander, thank you.”
Feral looked up from the folder he was rummaging through.
“I know it’s not my place to pry, but you look as if you’ve been through a lot.”
Ayori felt that.
“A lot” had a hell of a context meaning when she considered it.
Maybe it showed.
Feral set the folder aside.
She looked to the side.
“I’m…not from around here.
But my trust needs to be earned, Commander.
I’m afraid I’m not in a position to take risks without knowing who will stab me in the back.”
Feral was extremely interested.
“Who would betray you, Miss Hunter?”
Ayori shrugged. “That’s what I have to find out…”
She realized she was sharing more than she should, and shut her mouth.
Is that your real name?”
Feral shook his head. “I wish I knew what you’re doing here…a wolf in a city of kats.”
Another probing glare.
“If we make a deal, could you tell me?”
“That’s something that I have to consider.”
Ayori felt uneasy, as though her privacy had been invaded.
“Commander, please, just give me something to do.”
“Wouldn’t you rather eat first?”
Ayori’s stomach was screaming.
“Just give me pay in advance.
I’ll get something.”
Feral shook his head again.
I’ll buy you something.”
“Commander–” She protested.
Feral held up a hand.
“As payment, tell me your name.”
Ayori’s eyes narrowed.
“No, not really.” It was his turn to smile.
And, it’s a fair trade, don’t you think?”
Ayori sighed and stood.
She turned and paced for a moment.
And came back to where Feral sat, still smiling, Damn him.
Ayori crossed her arms and faced the wall on Feral’s right.
“My whole name?”
“Just your first, if you prefer.”
She lowered her eyes and ears in defeat, mostly driven to desperation by her empty stomach.
Feral grinned even wider, then seeing her evident displeasure, assumed a more sober expression.
“Ayori,” he repeated.
“I’ve never heard a name like it,” was his inevitable conclusion.
Pouting, Ayori gave Feral a look that could sour milk.
“It’s a pretty name.”
Ayori felt her ears go slightly pink, but decided it was her turn to retaliate.
“And your first name?”
Ayori muttered a few choice words, and Feral laughed all the more.
“My name is Ulysses.
She was quite embarrassed.
She was the one who was supposed to be chewing away at Feral, but found herself being manipulated instead.
It was a rare feeling for her–probably the lack of food.
That was it.
It had to be.
“My job, Commander?”
Feral went after his coat.
“I’ll go over what I need done while we eat.
Come on, now, Miss Ayori.”
She continued to glare at him.
“I’ll keep your name a secret, I promise.”
Ayori brightened a little then.
She led herself be herded out the door, past the fragile Mrs. Katz (who was trying to recover and not doing well), and down the hall.
“May I call you Uly?”
Ayori had to do her best not to crack up.
Feral stopped at looked at her oddly.
Then he continued, Ayori following.
Enforcers up and down the hallway gawked.
“I’ll think about it.” He answered finally.
When Feral glanced over, she pulled two knives from sheaths in her boot-sandals, dangling them in front of him.
“You didn’t get these.”
Feral looked startled, but when he realized she wasn’t going to knife him he relaxed.
Ayori thought then that she and Commander Feral were fairly evenly matched.
She wasn’t sure what would happen if it came to her dealing with criminals, but it didn’t look like she’d have to, if she had SWAT Kats to deal with first.
The End…of the Beginning!
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