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Marko Huovinen

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              CAT TENDED TO VIEW THINGS with a pessimistic air. humans could be cruel even without being violent or villainous. bullies alone were enough to degrade a area into savagery. perhaps she was too USED to seeing others in pain over things they shouldn't be. life had a way of not working out around her, or maybe it was just a coincidence to be surrounded by misery... maybe it was just the w e a l t h struggle. people with money didn't have to worry about as much as those of them without. maybe she just focused too much on when things went wrong, ignoring when the brighter signs of life happened.

              she knew happiness, after all. though it was often seem like she didn't... maybe she played pretend to ignore... or maybe she was simply blind to it all. when situations went right, it was just luck. refusal to acknowledge that maybe there was a chance the world wasn't such a bad place after all.

                         because if she believed that, then she had to believe there was a chance for h e r s e l f. and hope? that was cruel.

       "oh... uh, yeah, i think so. based off what i know. i never got to go. i wanted to when i was little, pretty much every kid dreams of going t'disney but. things didn't quite... work out." hollow admittance. there was no way she was about to break down over the desperation she had once had over visiting that theme park. of dreams her little mind had conjured up; back when she thought she was loved. had a home. such a fool. only a kid, but she disregarded herself deeply as not having had the foresight to see how broken it all was around her.

                        at his next words, the street rat would roll her eyes, though humor twinged her lips. she kept walking, destination not far from sight. "hey, y'never know. earth here is PRETTY big, different countries have different foods, i wasn't sure about other worlds." it was said with laughter to her tone, a mixture of teasing and honest. feeling lighter than she had earlier that day. maybe that was just the excitement for a doughnut...

        "...i guess i've always loved 'em. i don't know. i don't get sweet things often... so i just. get excited for something... nice."

{➹} – IT WASN’T AS though the hedgehog’s own world didn’t have issues as well. One thing he would admit to, though maybe not easily, was that he had a habit of seeing the best in things and overlooking some of the bad. He was always one of the first to praise his own world, his home, but he knew more than most people that it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Despite what some of the brochures might have tried to convince others of.

He had seen it himself; the underbelly, so to speak, of things. Had done a brief stint in it even, though that was never a story that left his lips those days. Crime was relatively low in most areas, but not devoid of it. At the end of the day, it was how people could act that always threw him for a loop. How callous, cruel…that much he had seen far too much of and it had taken a lot of time for him to realize that it wasn’t anything he could fix.

That not every lousy thing, or person, out there was something he had to work out.

“That’s a big amusement park, right? I’ve heard of it but…eh. I don’t think I’d do too well with the crowds even if it was a Mobian thing. ’M a bit of a homebody,” he admitted, no shame at all. He still loved exploring, mind you, but he didn’t do it as often as he had when he was younger. He had far better reasons to stay home those days.

But today was one of catching up with an old friend with just a touch of new adventure, it seemed. And he was perfectly alright with that as he followed after her, giving a hearty laugh at her question.

“Eaten one or two in my lifetime, yeah. We also have things like cakes, pastries an’ other sweets like them.” He couldn’t help but tease a little, his own stride calm as they went. “’S funny though, since I was a kid I’ve never really cared for sweets. Maybe one here or there but ’m not as int’ them as others.”

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Delirum's coat in Sandman Season 2

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[said with increasing amount of distress] i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this i got this

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got cat's drafts done and queued here! been managing to keep her going and alive even if i'm not on the dash much! time to try and work on the multi and hope/daigo's things... maybe i'll be fully caught up and then i can finally just focus on finishing up daigo's sideblog lol

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                STIFFNESS TOOK HOLD of her spine, and so cat was as tall as her physical structure could attempt when the woman spoke. far from an intimidating look - still running a solid under five feet, after all... but it wouldn't stop her from STEELING her entire composure like she had the threatening appearance of someone much bigger.

           people tended to run over those who flinched, at least in the world she had come to know. cat didn't really take to craving some powerful facade, but she did mean to prevent anyone from thinking she was an easy target. t o o many times had she suffered under the heels of someone who saw the scared girl she had been. no more no more no more...

              ( maybe she was still scared, but she was better at not showing it )

      the stranger before her presented anxiety through her limbs, a trembling inside her bones that luckily wasn't obvious. green depths regarded this other, searching for anything that might reveal she was some sort of undercover cop or the like. a setup... slipping through the cracks was easy, but there was always the chance one day someone ACTUALLY might find her.

                     every muscle was tense with preparation to run if needed.

       "...who are you? wha' kind of help you even looking for that someone like me would be of use, hm?"

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     "Glad you're here," her voice was calm but deliberate. "I need your help. There's something in it for you too." Mae knew what she was doing. And it had taken her a long time to get to where she was now.

     Mae was used to working through files of unsolved cases. Police often didn't have the capacity to keep investigating loose ends. Every few months, she'd gather a small stack of them - the ones that whispered unfinished in the margins. Like this string of abductions: children and teens who had gone missing several years ago, never truly investigated. Scattered, low-priority cases, but Mae noticed the pattern. The timing matched the rise and fall of an obscure crime ring - one barely mentioned in official reports.

     Her work began to take shape. She tapped into her network on the streets, asking about a child with a Barbie backpack who had been seen fleeing one of the scenes. One officer had noted it simply because of how out of place it was in the middle of a violent crime scene. Finally, Mae put out quiet feelers for a 'skinny girl with a Barbie backpack and a red hoodie' in the New York underground.

     Eventually, she found her - through a staged job arranged with a few of the city's gangs. Now, as the girl arrived, Mae was waiting. Not to capture her. But to talk.

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Why isn’t love enough?

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                 "DO I A'LEAST GET A HINT?" but it felt like her question fell to empty air even though the other hadn't fully left yet. "or is this literally a game of hide and seek... with a key? wha' does the key even LOOK like? a normal key, a keycard, an ancient tablet?"

          she wasn't sure what she was even saying at that point, perhaps she was just rambling as the awareness of being alone was going to set in. not that she feared it any, but the silence tended to s u f f o c a t e if one wasn't prepared, and someone swinging away on a grapple hook felt sudden. wait. a grapple hook?

                       confusion contorted her features, but companion was gone in an instant. leaving the brunette staring into space. well. cool.

          she'd check it out, she supposed, but was it worth digging into? for all she knew, this was a goose chase meant to humiliate her. so when her feet carried her to the mentioned building, there wasn't a particularly strong effort to search; she was just a tired teen, not a mystery solver.

Carmen chuckled in response. "Don't want to make things too easy. It doesn't hurt to work just a little bit to get what you want. Consider it like a mini-test if you're interested." It was unfortunately how she was raised and on some level the thief repeated that process.

She perks up once her target starts to move. Ah, it was time to get things started then. "Well, we've certainly had a talk. It was...nice. Do take care of yourself, hmm? Perhaps I'll see you again." Or not. Only time will tell.

The thief tips her hat before standing on the edge and utilizing her grappling hook from within her sleeve to reach the other building and start her means of getting to her target.

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me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate

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In another universe I was loved right as child. I didn’t search for love in everyone I’ve known and tear them to pieces by doing so. In another universe I’m not a monster.

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but anyways, another reminder of my gratitude for bearing with my slowness, friends! my brainrot for hope and haylee is still potent so, yeah. still mainly on their blogs. but cat is caught up, her drafts are in my queue !!! still trying to pop in to check things out, just being quiet on the dash overall but muwah <333

will still always be down to plot/chat slowly if you ever want but otherwise i am leaving a bowl of candy out for you all on my blog doorstep hehe.

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i actually just did and queued the drafts i had to do here on cat, i am amaze

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Sessiz ve derin uykular diliyorum bazen. hiç karışmadan rengarenk rüyalara..

Cute baby duck..

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I'll be fine