vatheon | Two superheroes, a cat, and a big tree

Who: Cloud, Zack, and YOU
What: Vatheon's Dynamic Duo is off doing dynamic things. Like rescuing kitties.
When: Backdated to Tuesday night
Status: Open!
Style: Starting with prose but I will match

A scream of panic alerted the two heroes. The city may be full of crime, but no scream or cry for help would go ignored by these two. No deed was too great or too small, too lowly or too risky for them. So with capes fluttering in the wind, they set off for the scene of the emergency, muscles tensed and minds racing in anticipation of whatever awaited them. What cruel mishap, what foul deed, or what horrid crime awaited them?

Honestly? The most fearsome thing was the panicking old woman trying to scramble up a tree for her beloved cat.

An easy fix, or it would be if the tree weren't so damn tall. A single bound or leap up the tree would suffice, or it would if the old lady didn't insist the branches would break if they did that. It was an old tree, apparently, and heaven forbid a branch break and her poor kitty plummeted to the ground.

So that's how Zack and Cloud, the most daring and awesome spike-haired pair the bubble has ever seen, can be found that night trying to get a darned cat out of a tree. Zack is on Cloud's shoulders, giving him directions and helping him maneuver him towards the trapped feline.

Now if only it would stay still...

((ooc: Feel free to join in in any manner! Help them, hinder them, or just point and laugh.))

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Cloud had been hoping for something a little more... exciting. Maybe a little more life or death. But cats were important things to and that lady (annoying as she was with her worries) was definitely in distress. Which was why he was grumpily standing with Zack on his shoulders, arms locked around his legs to hold him steady and occasionally glancing up as he tried to adjust to whatever new angle they were attempting to get the cat from.

"Are you getting close?"

Because really he was pretty sure he was going to say fuck it and jump up anyway if this took much longer. Cats are cats, if the branch broke, the thing would land on its feet.

"Almost! You keep shifting away though just when I'm within reach!"

Because clearly Cloud should have the capability to stand Perfectly Still with a grown man on his shoulders.

"Couple feet to the left, and then hold still. Then I can get it!"

Maybe. This is Zack the Optimist, after all.

"Maybe you should stop eating so much if you don't want me shifting around when I'm on the bottom."

It seemed like a viable option. He was heavy. Though it was probably more because of muscle than anything and not eating would definitely not help that.

He shifts a few steps to the left as told, glancing up the best he can. "Better?"

"Hey, I burn a lot of calories! I gotta eat a lot. And you do too!"

But Cloud's repositioning worked, and Zack finds himself face to face with the cat. Slowly, he reaches a hand out towards the cat, hoping to coax it into coming over.

Instead, he's met with a hiss and a swipe of its claws. Right across his face.

"OW!" he screams as he rears back.

The sudden rearing makes him stumble a little off balance and - oh. Oh, yep, he's dropping him.

"Dammit--" He's at least going to try to catch him before he hits the ground. But this could just end messy.

She's seen these two before. They always seem to be like this, rushing off to the aid of anyone who needs it, or who they think needs it, like children chasing bright objects. Well, mostly it's the so-called leader of the duo who acts that way. She's always suspected the quieter blond would make a more adept leader.

Tifa, or Raptor as she's known by night, considers herself a more respectable hero. In her body-hugging black suit with the bird decal, she patrols the city fighting actual crimes. She's been out since sundown, and has just recently left a robbery where the perpetrator now sits bruised and trussed up, waiting for police to come pick him up. So she can afford to stop a moment and watch the absurdity of the situation.

Ah yes, Raptor. Vatheon's resident tight suited, well endowed, kick ass female superhero who might need to lighten up a tad. Just a little. Or so Zack thinks. She always seems so busy and focused...

But this is coming from Zack, who probably doesn't take things quite as seriously as he should. Still, he strongly believes superheroes aren't above doing any job. If they're needed, then they should be there to help. That was the burden one took when donning the cape or suit.

He catches Raptor from the corner of his eye, but he says nothing for now, more focused on getting said kitty out of said tree. If she wants to watch, feel free. See some teamwork in action.

Cloud normally wouldn't the type to suffer from pride. But, somehow, when you're around said tight suited kick ass female superheroes, there's just a tad bit of it that might sneak in when you're on the bottom of a two person tower, trying to ignore a frantic old lady, and not even really close to getting her cat down out of a tree anytime too quickly.

So there might be the slightest sigh - just a slight one! - before he's trying his best to focus on this teamwork thing.

He still lets go of one of Zack's ankles ever so briefly to spare a wave though. Cat rescuing superheroes can be totally friendly to the more classic sorts after all.

Her expression softens just a bit at Cloud's wave, though she's sure it's imperceptible beneath her mask. She doesn't wave back, but she does step closer and tilt her head up to look for the cat stuck in the tree.

"I'm sure they'll have him down any moment, ma'am," she remarks aside to the old lady. "They do this sort of thing all the time." There's a hint of teasing in her tone. She's not completely uptight, okay.

Zack heard that remark, Miss Catsuit.

"Hey, someone's gotta do it. And we take pride in all of our jobs!"

Although he knows she's teasing, he's heard it a lot of times before. Maybe it's not saving people's lives or stopping criminals, but it's still someone in need.

"Little more to the left, Cloud!"

He goes to shuffle in the shouted direction, glancing upward to make sure he's not going too far.

"Practice makes perfect."

The longer she watches this, the harder it is not to at least smile in amusement. For a pair of so-called superheroes to spend this much time just getting a cat out of a tree... But in a way maybe it's almost sweet. Not impressive, but sweet.

"Watch out for her claws," she offers helpfully as the two maneuver closer to the cat.

[Darkleer, or 'Big Shot' as he was known when he donned his heavy mech armor, had only come back to the park to make sure that there weren't anymore bombs or some such thing.]

[He... didn't expect to see this kind of thing.]

[He stops and just stares for a moment before speaking up in his slightly roboticized voice.]

Do you two need... assistance of any sort?

[Another spectator. At least this one seems to want to help, if albeit a bit unsure of the whole situation.]

We got it, I think. The tree's old so we can't get the cat out the usual way.

Two superheroes, a cat, and a big tree

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