#kleese

(also my student's slugcat OC)

Well I’ll be a SH** F*** C*** B*** A** C*** F****** how the hell are you Kleese?

ISIC: i’m going to put on some booty shorts and walk around town till i’m not mad, asshole

Being the leader of the Rogues had given Reyna certain expectations for the day... mostly that she shouldn’t have them at all. Her ragtag group came from all walks of life with varying personalities that somehow managed to work together. It was the chaos that had become the norm, which not only helped her win many a scuffle against Jennerit forces but also forced her to keep an open mind on a daily basis. Which was why she was taken aback on her way to meeting Kleese aboard Nova. “What the f**k is that?!” She would have leaped up into the rafters if her short stature would have allowed her. Parading across the table was a cat... or something that she guessed was a cat, which she was terrified of on her own. Its skeleton was completely visible through its skin, which was glowing with twinkling starlight. The eyes were great moon-like orbs with no visible pupils to speak of. It was unnerving to watch, yet Kleese sat there in that big, stupid battlethrone of his, making notes like he was writing about the weather. “Huh...?” He looked up from his datapad, wrinkling his nose at the Valkyrie’s sudden interruption and state of alarm. “Oh, it’s just an experiment. We don’t really have a name for it yet. Don’t worry, it’s friendly.” Then he went back to his notes like nothing was amiss. “That doesn’t really tell me what it is, Kleese!” She knew the old man wasn’t obtuse, and that’s what made him more annoying than anything. “Does it matter? Now sit down. Ghalt is going to show up here any minute.” “I’m not sitting down with that thing! What if it’s radioactive?! Or has laser vision or some s**t!?” “You think I’d be sitting here so calmly if it did?” “You’re a lunatic so I can’t really take your word for it, Kleese!” He had made ISIC after all, though personality “traits” extended from entirely different, external sources. She didn’t want to take that chance. The LLC were always pulling some strange shit like this. “I’m appalled. Appalled and offended that you think I wouldn’t take any precautions to keep anyone aboard this ship safe.” He looked perturbed, but Reyna knew better than to apologize. “You wouldn’t. Because you don’t care about anyone else but yourself.” “Well, you’re not wrong. But look at the thing. What could it possibly do to harm anyone?” The “cat” sat and stared at the two - at least, Reyna thought that’s what it was doing - before it started to clean itself with its tongue. A harsh buzzing sound, like a scrub brush against bricks, filled the air as it continued its cleaning ritual. It put Reyna’s teeth on edge. “What is with that infernal noise!?” The hologram bust of Nova appeared, fading in and out more than usual. The feline creature didn’t seem to take too well to her appearance as it turned and raised its hackles. It spat in her direction, minute sparks of light spraying and fading into the air. The sound reminded Reyna of radio static, turned up to twelve. “Nova, calm down. It’s just a... like I said, we don’t have a name for it yet.” “Well get rid of it, it’s giving me a headache!” “Magnas don’t get headaches,” he reminded her dully. But the angrier the “cat” seemed to get, the more she flickered in and out of existence. “Uhh... I think it might be a good idea to get the thing out of here, Kleese...” Reyna suggested. Nova was the ship, and the last thing the Valkyrie wanted was to be stuck in a vessel that was out of control. “You’re all just overreacting!” Just like that, the lights all went out, leaving the little experiment and the battlethrone as the only sources of light in the room. With its “enemy” gone, it returned to cleaning itself. “... okay... how are we going to explain this to Ghalt...?” “The same way we always do,” she sighed. “We tell him it’s your fault.”

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