#M!A: Catwood

[nicholas-wolfwood]

It took a fair amount of finagaling, and dismantling one of his precious cigarettes, but all in the name of science. Once the nip was lit, he took a breath to see if he would feel anything...

....

.....He’s pretty sure he can smell colors.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Oh....

...............

OH.

Vash would in fact feel the rumbling, and possibly even the heat now blazing off of Wolfwood's face as he notices this as well, quickly trying to force himself to stop, but with Vash this close... well, he's not entirely sure how other than to talk instead! He folds his arms with a scoff (thoroughly ruined by the rest of him).

"Fuck-! It's not what it looks like, it's involuntary! Don't go thinkin' it means anything."

Ohhh now he wasn't sure if he should tell him-- but...!

"The purring?" his eyes flicked down to Wolfwood's chest, then back up to his face. He absently reached out to touch, right hand landing in the middle of his collar to see if he could feel the rumbling. "Guess they didn't mention that in the curse, but, uh... you are definitely purring right now."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Hey! He doesn’t RECIEVE nicknames, he just GIVES them!

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Highs and Lows

The world is spinning, flashes of color and shapes filling his brain as he feels the fur on his new appendage fluff out. He’s flying. No, he can feel something solid under his hands. They try to grab it, but only digs his nails in. That won’t be enough, he can’t hang on like this if he falls!

The colors are back, but maybe the high is starting to wear off? He doesn’t feel light anymore. Heavy? No, not heavy. It’s familiar, just like this cacophony of colors and shapes and light is familiar. 

Restrained. That’s what it is.

He swears he can feel the pressure of the cuffs on his wrists and he digs his nails further into the floor. The colors are making shapes he can recognize now. Shapes he wishes he DIDN’T recognize, feeling his heart begin to race. There are tubes in his arms again, needles stabbing his skin and he wants to pull them out but he can’t move, it’ll only hurt worse if he tries to move. He’ll be hurt more if he tries to move!

There’s more shapes, images, he can hear laughter, the Doctor’s voice, muffled through the flashes of equations in his head, neurons forming and firing and forming and firing and he should be paying attention but he can’t, his head is splitting open at the seams and so is the rest of him. 

Is he screaming? He can’t tell. He hopes not, all screaming must be silent, you’re not ALLOWED to scream! He bites his tongue. He wants it to stop. He wants to go back to his cell, to the dark and quiet, it’s SAFE there, until it’s your turn to go under the knife again...

Maybe this was a bad idea...

[nicholas-wolfwood]

...Maybe this was a bad idea...

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Aaand out comes the Punisher.

“Laser shave it is!”

@nicholas-wolfwood: "I am NOT above shavin' your head bald in your sleep, Needle-Noggin."

"Aw, come on, Woof woof~ don't be like that~"

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Current status...

...Still grumpy.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@cakotopia​ @pacifistwithagun​

Something moves! ...It moves again!

ATTACK!!!!

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@needlenxggin​

“Oof. That had to of hurt. You alright, Needle-noggin?”

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Wolfwood frowned, eyes hardening further behind the shades.

"Mind tellin' me how ya know my name? Pretty sure I'd remember a face like that." He gestured to... whatever it was the man had going on with his face, posture closed. Defensive. While the Wolfwood he would be used to was dangerous in his own right, the wildness in him had still been domesticated to a fair point- mostly by Vash.

This one was all wolf.

"Well?"

@nicholas-wolfwood continued from here.

Tim is smiling up to the point Nick asks if he knows him. He had no idea there was another Wolfwood around, he'd blame vault if he had known but for now he just sort of deflates looking hurt. It had been awhile since they last spoke yeah, but Nick couldn't have forgotten him right???

"C-come on Nick, don't joke like that." He had to know how insecure Tim was about himself as a person, how horrified he was of being forgotten and vanishing... Right? This wasn't a funny joke, he hoped just admittign that would have Nick drop the... act... Though looking at him he looked... smaller? Was that part of the cat thing? "... It's really not funny."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@adventures-written​

“Oh yeah? I’ll be here for when ya eat those words~!”

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"Sorry Catwood. Couldn't resist the temptation ~"

"Bitch."

[nicholas-wolfwood]

@pacifistwithagun​ @avataroftheswarm​

Fortunately(?) for Nai, the human in question has tired himself out, and is currently staring through the fabric of reality, until- wait. He knows that smell.

THE WIGGLES! 

With a snarl, he leaps at the pile of bugs in a trench coat with the ferocity of a drunk toddler. A drunk toddler with super strength, maybe.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

“I said don’ laugh!” Wolfwood grumbled, tail flicking in annoyance as he batted Vash’s hands away. “An’ I didn’t say you could touch, Blondie! Jeeze.”

❝ don’t laugh. ❞ (-Nico for Vash)

Don't

"Ok -- I won't laugh! But can you come out of that closet now?" he smiled, "I promise I won't laugh!" A promise which he likely wouldn't keep as he saw the cat ears and tail.

Though, the laugh was more of an 'awwww' as he saw them, reaching out instinctively to touch them...

[nicholas-wolfwood]

(out of event shenanigans obvs but-) Vash is just gonna offer some of his salmon to Nico.

He's quite sure he's not on the planet anymore. His nose isn't working either, tasting sound when he should be smelling it. Wait. No. Is that right? Whatever.

Something does catch his attention, and the undertaker wobbles to his feet to investigate... but by the time he reaches Vash, he's flopped over again, landing in his lap. Yes, this is a nice spot to rest his head while it's spinning.

Yes, good idea. Definitely not something he'll regret when he's lucid again.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Having no sense of self preservation, a plushified-version of herself is approaching the cat man. She is chirping and wanting to poke at him. Dangers be damned, this is just a giant cat. Probably not a great idea to be bird-sized, and wearing an avian mask when she does this.

DANGER! DANGER BLOB OF COLORS AND FLASHES! ATTACK! KILL IT! SEND IT BACK TO THE RAINBOW'S ANUS FROM WHENCE IT CAME!!!

He hisses, swiping at her.