#✠ Puuuresto | ic

[meowgiciann]

[ Bubblegum ]

❝ Uh... I heard Combo talking about how we found some stray cat in the dumpster and we were gonna adopt it.... ❞

He narrows his eyes until he's squinting hard at the feline-man standing before him. He really didn't fit the bill of the animal Combo had been describing. He had made it sound like some filthy flea bag; old, round, lazy, scruffy, smelly. The man before him was finely dressed, elegant — suave, even. He certainly didn't bear any resemblance to the idea Bubblegum had formed in his head thanks to their head chef's description.

Still. Combo had said they had found a stray cat, and suddenly this person shows up... Maybe this was that very cat after all? It would be a very strange coincidence if that wasn't the case.

❝ ...That you, Meatball? Pspspspsps, C'mere, Meatball...❞

@beithirs

✠ Sadly, the elderly “gentleman” who Faust was feeding the past days wasn’t there; probably moved to a new block since the mice’s population decreased. The magician was about to leave when a stranger’s voice was heard. It’s not the first or last time people mistake him for his fellow felines, he’s used to that treatment due his past, it’s not surprising. Instead of addressing the mistake, the mink simply looves to go along with it to test the limits of human’s stupidity. He shortens their distance. “Cough cough.” He says the words instead of the action, raising a paw. “Meeow meeow.” Mischievously blinking in slow pace, speaking in a humanely tone that doesn't sounds a bit like a cat's meowing. “Meeow meeow.”

[meowgiciann]

" Mrreeeoww mew mew meww mreowww. Mrew mrhew Eustass, Mreww mew mrew. Captain Hawkins, mrew mrew mrew mreeooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuw. "

❝ Mreow Mreeeooow Mreow Mreow MREOW    !   MREOWMREOW, Mreow mreow mreoooow. . . ❞

[meowgiciann]

"Another year of mischief completed, Faust," Hawkins said, a rare smile gracing his lips as he scratched his Mink friend behind the ear. "And I hope many more to come. I procured something for you as a token of congratulations and, I suppose, gratitude for your loyalty and endless entertainment." Gesturing to the rest of the crew, a large box was brought over. Within was a giant scratching post, a terrified, well-dressed man tied to it. Around his neck was a familiar cross. "It seems that noble I liberated you from had distant family in this part of the Grand Line. The cards revealed his location and told me you might enjoy keeping your hunting skills and claws sharp with this fool."

Making another gesture, a member of the crew picked up the box and hauled it down below. "And yes, the box is also part of your gift. It'll be in your quarters for your post-hunt nap."

(from @waraxarcana)

@waraxarcana | Faust's Birthday

If any other day of the year the black haired mink already indulged in his own desires, in his birthday couldn't be different. Faust turned worse by the time the clock hit midnight, the purest form of egoism allowed one time per year. Only one man was above his mischief; his captain. If you didn’t count the friendly nibbling on his feet to announce the clock had passed midnight. 

Loud purring echoes as his eyes are half closed, tongue just a tad in a blep. He turns around, choosing which places those pleasant nails would scratch just in the right spot until one of his legs raises up, wiggling in the air. “ Loyalty, endless entertainment, incredible strength, amazing puursonality. Don’t I bring so many things to your life, Captain Haawkinss. ” Ears shoot straight up as the big box arrives, eyes that were shaped like a moon turn into a thin line. 

Slippering from the sorcerer's hands without thanking him as his excitement speaks louder. Fixes eyes into the cross at their neck. The crying and screaming from that man doesn’t mean anything to the mink, they’re like the seagull cries when they’re torn apart. Faust runs towards his gift, excitement in his voice clear that battles through his purring. “ Rejoice; as for you had been granted a lifetime opportunity. Your cries should be of happiness instead of fear; ” Claw traces through legs; craving through the skin of the ankles as in a single swipe it blood pours like wine. Tendons cut clean.

“ But fear is good too! I deeply appuuurreciated. ” Same claws are swiftly to climb the giant scratching post. Each knot and even the texture was of perfect quality—he knew the magician was up to something when avoiding conversations around him. 

At the top, Faust sits calmly; tail moving side to side. He enjoys listening to the bargaining of the noble under him, it’s fun. A great way to start his little birthday ritual. “ Oh, Nyah nyah nyah! It’s not about innocence, my good man. Innocence has nothing to do with anything here. This is a test! A approbation! Cleansing. A pledge of forgiveness. ” “ All you have to do is survive 30 minutes—no! 20 minutes because I’m in such a good mood. Survive 20 minutes and I’ll let not only you, but everyone from your bloodline alone. Nyaahh ~ Sounds pretty fair to me. ” The mink stands, balancing himself at the top. The wind from the sea made his long dark cape dance in the air. With a single click at the pin on its shoulders it let loose. Open arms; eyes closed. His dark fur was engulfed by the moonlight fully. “ False gods; the ones that some of you claim to descend upon—or one Good that hears the claim of many declawed tortured souls of my brothers and sisters; ” Eyes open in fully red velvet. “ Who's stronger? ”

“ Those who have faith do not fear death; as their god shall hear their claim. As for this only night, I shall be your Judge, Jury and Executioner. ”

New members fall at their feet, old ones sweat as the image of the simplistic black cat grows; as if his skin can’t fit his new form and slowly contorts to adequate it. Claws, fangs, mane. All fit the monster form that Faust takes. His curse. The darkness leaves for white pure fur; and once the transformation is complete. Faust, claws out the man from his bonds letting them fall on the floor; on his knees, begging, praying—crying. The sand clock starts—as the Mink jumps from his scratch post. The entire carnage lasts nothing more than 10 minutes, a vicious playground of a feline that doesn't seek to kill. Just the pure raw instincts of playing with their prey. It doesn’t cut more than it should, doesn’t slasher to kill and seeks pain more than anything else.

Once the shine from their eyes finally disappears it’s when the mink stops. A disappointed clicking of tongue. His jaw opens only to engulf the whole head of the corpse as instincts demand him to. New record. He wondered if their children (if that man had any) would have the same endurance in 10 or 20 years. Faust brings the corpse along and drops at his captain's feet. Kneeling, his forehead—only part that wasn’t drenched in blood touches softly on Hawkins’ knee. Although right now his primitive instincts took over and his voice would only speak in rough roars. He wishes to say thanks. 

His whole act is not only for himself, it is a warning—that little push new members need to fully throw themselves at his best friend and captain’s hands. For now, the transformed mink carries the corpse at his mouth as he climbs the mast of the ship in direction for the highest place possible. It’s his birthday gift, he doesn’t want to share it with a certain horse at least for that day. He will indulge on his new scratch pole later and in special, that box will be his sleeping bed until it breaks apart. 

[meowgiciann]

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[meowgiciann]

cont'd | @ikkaku-of-heart

✠ Yellow iris stared back, unchanging; analyzing for seconds that seems like hours. With a blink, his tail swagged to both sides as his chin leaned in as the nails scratched his fur. Eyes closed in delight and soundly purring confirmed his enjoyment. “.... Hmm. Ikkakunya. I understand that better than anyone.” Unlike the brainwashed cult members that easily saw Hawkins as the light of a new god. His devotion came from years spent together and all the good things he admired in his captain, and by extent; he knew exactly the dirty parts that man had. Part he didn’t care due to his own build narcissism and egoism. Rolling on his back, Faust sat down. Ears lowering slightly. “ I swore to protect everything that my captain judged precious, and this includes from himself. We pirates are the worst! and my captain is one of the worst.”

“I’m so proud of him!!!!" "That's why; let’s keep that between us. Ikkakunya. Sadly knowing my Captain he may go after you even in the afterlife. Take your time ~ we got pleeeeeenty of it.”

[meowgiciann]

@draconxs

✠ Ears immediately turned straight and firm as pupils turned into fine lines. Mischievously defying eyes locked with the emperor as the finger approached. Not many had courage to try it—even his captain had his fingers bitten depending on his mood. It wasn't about liking or finding offense in any way. It was just more amusing to bite fingers for his own entertainment. War crimes and slavery against Wano's residents be damned, Kaido knew how to give a goooood scratch. That leathery skin hit just in the right spot as the mink’s ears lowered—closing eyes as his chin slowly raised up. “..puurmession plus a bonuus!?! Uhaaaa. If I knew that would be rewards I would made his head explode or something more incredible. ” Head canted to scratch also over the cheek. Would be better to warn Hawkins right away but Faust took a couple of seconds to enjoy that scratch a bit more before jumping from the man's leg.  "Me and my captain are extremely grateful! May I take my leave~" He detached the black cape from his shoulders, waved it in the air and covered himself with it. Instead of disappearing or anything too flashy, like a explosion or magic trick of the sorts. The bump covered with cloth simply scuttered to the exit and left. Shazaaam.

Unlike what most would like to assume of him, Kaido could be a very patient man. Large palm tilting so he could run a finger beneath the minks' chin wondering if he'd respond similarly to a cat getting its chin scratched. it was mostly done out of curiosity rather than bigotry as he felt none towards minks and fishmen as a whole.

"If he's worth that much then he should be fine. Do you want anyone to think him weak?" Weakness was unheard of to the beast pirates, their hierarchy was determined by strength and willingness to endure. The idea of handing out breaks made the emperor scoff but he'd play into Faust's little game regardless.

"...Fine, have it your way." He doubted the mink would be able to guess but surprises could always happen and as he watched one of his men go down and cough up paper he should've figured some black magic bullshit was in the air. Can't say he wasn't impressed with the way a brow rose when it was revealed the paper held his exact number '35'.

"It seems I was wrong to underestimate your... Talents." Did all of Hawkins crew have these uncanny magic tricks? He supposes he'll never find out. It was tempting to recede on the bet he'd made and make Hawkins work harder anyways but something about Faust despite however mischievous he may be, intrigued him.

"I suppose I can permit Hawkins a break."

//@meowgiciann

[meowgiciann]

@draconxs

✠ “Can't blame a guy for trying.” Ears twitched slightly, leaving his comfortable pose as he crawled and sat over the emperor's leg. Paws pulled Kaido's hand by the wrist so it laid over his own lap. Palm facing up. “That would be your loss, Master Kaido. My captain is worth at least 50 people! Way more!” With a wriggle of fingers, Faust laid the beans of his paw over the man’s hand. Closing his eyes after. “Sounds good fuur me. Now, please pick a number and repeat it out loud only in your mind.”

The mink would stay put, tail surrounding his own body for a whole minute. Until his eyes shoot open as he turns around. A single tap on his own ears—searching for something but nothing can be found. He reaches for Kaido’s ears as well, but when he’s back. Nothing. Faust's ears lower, both hands pondering on the side of his own head, shrugging. Then, one of the lesser soldiers that kept at the entrance started to cough uncontrollably. Failing on his knees—choking as others try to rescue them. After he passes out, another one raises the cause of it. A single white paper with a number written in bold letters—exactly the one Kaido though. Faust just raises his arms upwards with a devilish wink. “Taaaa—daaaaaaah!”

Unprompted - always accepting! @meowgiciann asked: Something jumps on the Dragon Emperor's hair, claws that indiscriminately stab over the rougher skin as it climbs its way up. Stopping by his head as an upside-down face with unblinking yellow eyes stare directly at him. "Master Kaido, you're going to kill my Captain that way." He rolls forward, tumbling and peacefully falling over Kaido's lap while facing up. The feline quickly getting distracted as his both paws reach to tap Kaido's long mustache that was hanging in the air. "Since Captain Hawkins became a headliner, all he does is work work work. Moou, that taking my puurrecious petting time away. He's always soo tired." He bites the strand of facial hair, pulling it but letting go as soon as an idea pops into his mind. " What if~ What if! I guessed a number from your mind? Would a marvelous magical trick bring my captain more hours to relax? Sounds good, sounds fair." Faust just presses it, ignoring if he would accept or not. Hands going behind his own head as his tail mischievously swung side to side. "Pick a number from 0 to 1."

Did mink always behave like the animals they took part of their appearances from? That was what Kaido was thinking as he watched said black cat mink tumble up from his head down to his legs where he'd swat and play with his moustache.

He didn't feel a thing even if it were tugged but growing intolerant of this playfulness, he'd swipe both hanging lengths of hair off to the side and out of reach.

"Now you are making this ridiculous, I cannot agree to these terms." His voice boomed naturally loudly though he didn't sound too annoyed with his subordinates attempt at freeing a former captain of excess labor.

"Do you want me to send Hawkins to the factories instead? Otherwise, give me a broader selection to choose from." Lest the mink want to risk losing one more of his nine lives (if mink even abided to that tall tale) he'd listen to the opportunity Kaido was humoring him with.

"How about 1-50, or is that too high for you to guess?"

[meowgiciann]

" MRREEEEEEEEEEEOW MREEEEEOWWWWWW MREOWW MEOOEW MREOWWW MREW MEWWW MREEOW MREWWWW MREWW MREEEEEEEEEEEEW MREEEEEE MRE MREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MREEE MREOOR MREEOWWW. "

❝ Meow. ❞