open [✧] TAKING WHAT I WANT AND CALL IT MINE

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Halfpaw bounded around, trying to find the source of whoever was yelling. It sounded like Romanpaw, but she couldn't be sure. "Where are you?" She yelled, looking in room after room. She was close, she could tell, but where on earth was the demiboy?

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[justify][size=7pt] "y-yes, we can't help if you won't calm down!" The fox shouted, or, well, attempted to. He was never very loud, but he did his best for Rome's sake. [/size][/justify]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Now, Miyu's no good at English, but he can approximate maybe around three times he's heard Rome yelling.

One was ... um ... alright. No. The only time that Miyu could really think of was when he'd practically hurtled in the wolfdog's direction and squashed him flat, driven from an adrenaline-pumped fearful combination of absolute terror from being agonisingly slowly trundled in the direction of the lifesucking vortex of inevitable doom (whatever hung behind those shiny plasticky flaps that obscured the black hole's gaping mouth, that is) and the blind sort of compliance that came with immediately reacting to any shout, especially groggy from only recently having been awaken.

So, yeah, the wolfdog had then unleashed the most mighty of all shocked battle cries, and they then proceeded to struggle like it was the battle between life and death itself and ... Yeah. It was a very valiant struggle.

But regardless, the times that Roman expresses these types of things are few and far between. Sometimes you can catch a few blinks of astonishment from the wolfdog, maybe, if you were paying attention, and it wasn't too uncommon (at least for Miyu) to have a disbelieving sort of blank expression sent his way ... Ahem. Basically, this was a pretty big deal.

So Miyu of course charges with an equally big war cry.

'III'M COMING FOR YOU.'

Except the tabby, having been darting wildly through the hallways to reach Rome's yells, entering the scene at a dead sprint, slams on the brakes and slides almost all the way up to the closet. The tomcat blinks, glances up at the closet that towers over him, then sniffs delicately; his expression contorting within a single second at not Romanpaw's scent but more the very distinctive trace of, eck, not-very-freshkill.

Miyu wrinkles his nose. Nope, he'd have to disagree with the answer to question four.

' ... Maybe you'll conveniently realise that the power to teleport was always vested within you?' Miyu suggests, tilting his head to the side and casually taking a couple ten steps away from the closet. He sneaks a look over to Halfpaw and Nico, his ears flattening. 'Because, y'know, that actually happens a lot. Heh. Maybe?'

Or maybe Romanpaw is just going to be stuck inside that closet for the rest of eternity. Ah, powers. So finicky.
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"Miyu makes a good point," Halfpaw agreed, more jokingly than the leader, as she approached the closet. So Rome was in there? He sure did manage to get himself in some of the strangest situations. Now she just had to figure out a way of escape for them. The Executive tried hitting the door with her paw, but nothing happened. "Can you try teleporting? Is the door locked maybe? What's in there?" If Rome had an axe, he could just destroy the door.

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[justify][size=7pt] "H-halfpa-paw?" He stuttered, looking at the liger with concern "I do-don't know what you w-want him to do, b-but he ha-has no hands..." He stuttered out, looking cautiously in Halfpaw's direction.[/size][/justify]

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Halfpaw glanced over at Nicostrata and shrugged. She was just saying things off the top of her head. Rome sounded genuinely scared, and despite his grumpiness, she felt a twinge in her heart for him. "First you should probably calm down," She told him, "Look in the boxes, check around. I'm going to go see if I can find something to help." And then she was off.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Sometimes Miyu was too honest for his own good - with a hideous incapability to lie to boot, it seemed as if the tabby tomcat was neatly slotting into every single stereotype of the naive, brash, reckless and a little useless rookie adventurer protagonist archetype - however, at least it gives him the ability to slip in little anecdotes that sounded one hundred percent genuine. Heh.

Though he was really bad at hiding those, too. Mostly due to the snickers that just poured out as a side effect.

The tabby nods seriously along with Halfpaw's agreement of his words, yellow eyes bright, before being unable to stop breaking into a wide grin at Nicostrata's words. They'd all had rooms in the Enterprise's old territory - not only that, but also the miraculous ability to open and close doors after themselves. Just one of those convenient things you swept under the rug all hush-hush. Maybe Rome couldn't close the door because they were all paying attention to him. Maybe, if everyone turned away, then they could manage it!

'Uhhhh ... I don't really know, actually.' Teleporting was odd in itself; did it have its own rules? Miyu tilts his head to the side, eyes rolling thoughtfully diagonally up to the ceiling. 'Hey, maybe you just have to think really hard about where you wanna go?'

And, yep, they can all smell the rotten meat just fine. Rest in peace, Rome.

The tabby flinches with a huge jump when there's a thud from the other side of the door and a following scream; but somehow it gives him an idea. Miyu gasps loudly before an absolutely ready wash of focus floods over his expression, the tomcat backing up a few steps and crouching his lower half down low like a lion in wait. Or, you know, a cat in wait. Same general species. Genus? Ah, maths.

'Alright, you guys,' he mutters, flashing Halfpaw and Nico a conspiratorial beam. 'Let's tackle it on three!'
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[justify][size=7pt] Nico flinched, not liking the look in the tom's eyes. "I-I don't th-think that'll work..." He trailed off, looking at the hinges of the door. It looked as if they would open outwards, but hey, what did he know? [/size][/justify]

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Tackle it? Sure! Halfpaw backed up and crouched, ready to barge into the door with all her might. "Hang on Rome!" She exclaimed, waving her tail. Her eyes were excited, glad they finally had a plan of attack to free Romanpaw. He sounded really pathetic in there.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]Hush, Nico, all is going to be okay. Miyu has this under control. On lock down, if that was actually how you were supposed to use that phrase, and everything. He knows how to handle this.

After all, if you didn't have any nifty twoleg legs that were good for the kicking and if you weren't a kangaroo, what other method of brute force could you use but your own body? See, this is okay. It happens all the time in action movies.

What do you mean action movies are unrealistic? No, that can't be, the matrix just takes skill.

Coughs.

'Get ready!' Miyu instructs, flitting the other two, again, a mischievous glance, but overall his focus is on the door. His ears pin back tightly to brace himself, actually pawing at the floor somewhat much like a bull readying itself to charge. Or a rhino. Or any charging animal, really. He's running out of battery but maybe this'll bring him up back to one hundred percent. 'Alright ... oooooone ... two ...'

His eyes turn into lasers. Maybe only metaphorically, but that is the true extent of his determination.

'THREE!'

Hence Miyu shoots forward like a bullet. Pew pew.
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[justify][size=7pt] Nicostarta groaned, his face halfway through a frown and a small smile. That would probably count at a neutral face, but it was an expression all on its own.

Grimace. He was grimacing, grimicing mightily. He looked away, not wanting to see Halfpaw or Miyu squish against the door and become feline pancakes. That would not be a pleasant sight. [/size][/justify]

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Halfpaw likes to do what Miyu does, just slower. She was just a second behind the leader as they went careening towards the door. She jumped at it with all her force, hearing a splinter both from the door and from her face. The liger fell backwards and landed in an awkward heap before jumping back to her paws. "Did ith burk?" She asked, nose bleeding but green optics bright.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][size=7pt]The only thing that Miyu manages to squeeze out before almost being knocked out cold is a last-second yelled, 'INCOMING - '

But by then his warning had come too late, he had slammed mightily into the door almost at exactly the same time that Halfpaw did, Nicostrata had turned away from the whole occurrence with a distinct cringe of anticipatory horror, the door rocked very unsteadily from its hinges before disconnecting unexpectedly with a very decisive crack, and Romanpaw only managed to slot in one last scream before just like that the door was falling slowly inwards.

You had to wonder about physics, because generally if you put force on the lower half of something then that pushed it in and left the upper half careening forth instead, but in this case the upper half fell mightily first as if it anticipated it would be the almighty rolling pin to a terrified wolfdog.

Beggars couldn't be choosers, you know.

In any case, Miyu's dazed, just a wink away from concussion, and seeing birds swirling slowly around his head as his vision blurs a worrying black before flickering to white. Over and over again. Phosphenes dance tantalisingly in front of him like mice on two legs. It's a very surreal experience.

And all through the brown tabby's momentary frozen stupor, the background noise of Rome's yells become apparent.

'Oh,' Miyu meows blankly, yellow eyes affixed on but at the same time not affixed on Halfpaw who was beside him; he raises his head slightly before it keels by itself to tilt over to the side, unable to hold stable. 'Just ... gimme ... a sec ...'

He flops back on the wriggling plank of wood and takes a solid breather. Whoo. Maybe Nico had the right idea.
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