Posts by BATTERYCHICKEN

^{"Who are you?" Batterychicken exclaimed, looking extremely shocked to see a stranger right by the mansion. Usually he walked past many a day who he didn't recognise, however, this stranger clearly did not hold the scent of the Cartel. Nor where they being escorted by any Cartellian, so that ruled out the possibility of a visitor. It was common practice to wait on the border of all scent marked territory, so this blatant disregard to that sacred rule was rather shocking to Batterychicken.}

^{"You! You can't just waltz in here! What in hell's name do you think you're doing?" Batterychicken demanded, raising his voice, spluttering. Usually he was quite friendly with strangers, but this behaviour was purely alarming to the lieutenant. However, he wasn't angry at the fox. No, the small creature hardly looked aggressive, so he rationalised that they were just rather clueless to Argelos etiquette.}

^{// welcome!!}

^{Turning to face the grinning Underboss beside him, Batterychicken frowned. Honestly, did Asimov not think him capable of dealing with this stranger himself? The overt cockiness irked the lieutenant, but he didn't really mind, and he huffed out a laugh, more amused by the other's behaviour. Rolling his eyes, Batterychicken gave him a look as if to say, seriously?}

^{"'A bit away'? It's kilometres away!" Batterychicken exclaimed, but by now, he was grinning too. Spit oozing out of his maw, he turned back to face Estella. Despite the fact that this stranger could literally be a spy, or have malicious intent, Batterychicken simply wasn't bothered to scrutinise her disrespect to the border. "I'm Batterychicken, a Lieutenant. This is the Cartel's mansion. We live there, but our border is a while away from here." He said, licking a tongue over his maw.}

^{battery: like, no offence, but i don't think i've ever seen a love story with a happy ending}

^{battery: worship? didn't know you aspired to be a deity, asimov}

^{battery: well, with the amount of lovers you have, you could start a religion!}

^{Over the last few weeks, Batterychicken had been offered cake on multiple occasions. He supposed it was a social kind of food, universally enjoyed and shared together. Batterychicken had never really been fond of baking, he couldn't really be bothered to collect all the ingredients required for it. He had tried baking once, and that had gone terribly, so he had given up. He wasn't about to waste any precious ingredients on his strange baking experiments. Someday he'd make a successful weed brownie. One day.}

^{Drawn by the promise of cake, Batterychicken padded into the kitchen, ears pricking when he saw the rather beautifully made cupcakes on display. Drooling at the sight of them, he nodded a greeting to Vanitas. He hadn't really noticed that the cugine wasn't to fond of him, being blind to the subtle body language of disgust that Vanitas showed around him. Putting his dirty paws up on the counter, he resisted the temptation to scoff one straight away. Grinning, he turned to Vanitas to say, "These look good. Didn't know you were a baker."}

^{Drawn to the sounds of voices, Batterychicken made his way over. He had never really felt too out of place in the Cartel. Drinking and using drugs experimentally wasn't frowned upon here, and he could go about his days growing herbs and drugs for his divisions. He couldn't imagine living anywhere else, really.}

^{Belching, before coughing, sending drool flying onto the ground beneath him, he looked up at Colette. "Aye, nice to meet you. I'm Batterychicken, Lieutenant of the Narcotics Division," the wolf said, expression morphing into a grin. "Ahh me too. You should have no trouble settling in," He reassured the female, with a nod of his head.}

^{"Snakes shed their skin. I think they do it so they can grow bigger," Batterychicken commented, upon hearing the child's question as he walked into the living room. As he tilted his head up, he noticed Penny, right in the process of shedding his skin. Woah, Batterychicken thought, his new scales were certainly impressive. "Though... it is slightly alarming to think that Penny is growing any larger," Batterychicken remarked with a chuckle.}

^{Penny was already a formidable size, did he really need to grow any larger? But surely he was a fully-grown adult basilisk? So if he wasn't growing, why was he shedding his skin? Batterychicken didn't know, but he had his eyes on the skin that the capo was shedding off. It looked dead, dry and flaky. Unfortunately he couldn't do taxidermy with it, but he wondered if he could keep it anyway. "What are you going to do with the skin you shed off?" Batterychicken inquired, with a hopeful grin.}

^{Just about to ascend the stairs to his room, Batterychicken was stopped by an unfamiliar face making an announcement. He said that he was from the Coven, so Batterychicken really had no idea as to what he would announce, as he was rather unfamiliar with the group. The male also held the Asimov name, which was interesting. He wouldn't have realised that without being told, as he was not a kitsune, but instead a fanged deer. Batterychicken knew that the Underboss had a lot of children running around Argelos, as hells, half of the Cartel seemed to be populated with them. Talk about being super fertile, or whatever.}

^{"Go on, then," Batterychicken prompted, eager to hear whatever information the man was willing to share. Nodding his head, the wolf eventually broke out in a grin, spit immediately beginning to spill out of his maw.}

^{As for Batterychicken, he preferred to keep his four paws firmly on the ground. Lacking any real type of balance, the thought of climbing as high as the roof would make him a little queasy. He could manage a tree, but that was about it. His legs were to slender and long to balance well, and Batterychicken wasn't about to go falling to his death anytime soon. He'd leave the climbing to the adventurous youth. The youth with a bit too much adrenaline for his liking, and the will to do anything to give their parents a mild heart-attack.}

^{Fraternising in the courtyard, Batterychicken had paused his duties to sit out in the sun. He sat on the ground, yawning while the cool breeze ran through his patchy fur. Usually he was busy with storing and growing drugs for the narcotics division, which could be a lengthy process. He meant to get selling the drugs sometime soon, which would take more time out of his schedule. Finishing his conversation with an npc, he turned to look up at the sky. He wasn't daydreaming, no, just simply admiring the size of the giant clouds above.}

^{As he turned his head downwards a little, he noticed a figure on the roof of the mansion. The gothic inspired architecture was rather pleasing to him, and for a moment, he paid no mind to whoever was on the roof. That is, until his eyes focused back on the figure, and realised it was a child. Batterychicken didn't really care if adults chose to muck around on the roof, it was their own choice, their own funeral. However, seeing a child on the roof kicked in Batterychicken's repressed protective instincts, and he immediately rose to his paws.}

^{"Kid! Are you stupid? Suicidal?" Batterychicken called, mouth turned down in a frown. He didn't aspire to be a buzzkill, but he was sure that if that child slipped, his chances of survival were slim. More likely non-existent. As he looked closer, he realised this was Nyx, and he knew the savannah cat to be Clove's brother. He was sure she'd be less than pleased to see him up there. "If you know what's good for you, you'd get down right now."}

^{The notion that Penny had actually not grown to his full size made Batterychicken's eyes widen in surprise. He wondered how much bigger the basilisk would actually get. Hopefully not too much, Penny was already a formidable size. Although Batterychicken did want to keep Penny's shedded skin, he had no idea what to do with it all. The sheer volume of skin Penny was shedding was rather shocking. He'd keep it anyway, he'd eventually find something to do with it. "Yakova, how did you guess?" Batterychicken cackled, chancing a glance at the executor who looked less than impressed. "Thanks Penny! Any ideas of what to do with it?"}

^{As the ball was tossed to him, instead of catching it, he trapped it to the ground underneath a paw. "I'm Batterychicken" He said, giving a simple smile to Colette. He wasn't coughing this time, but spit was slowly oozing out of his maw, as usual. As for something that he liked that begun with the letter 'n', he only had one idea. "I like... narcotics," Batterychicken laughed, as it was well known knowledge that he was rather fond of his job in the narcotics division. Maybe a little too fond. With that, he tossed the ball over to the person on his right.}

^{"Cool?" Batterychicken echoed, with a laugh, as the kid addressed him. He didn't think he'd ever been called 'mister' or 'sir' before, it was strange to the lieutenant. The way that the kid curled his paws under his chin, like he was begging, made Batterychicken huff in annoyance. "Yes, of course. Don't you see how much of the stuff there is?" Batterychicken exclaimed, gesturing to the shed skin with a paw. Usually he wasn't so friendly about sharing things, but the sheer quantity of skin that Penny had shed surely constituted sharing.}

^{Despite the fact that Batterychicken had been raised by the streets, he was by no means a fighter. He was quick thinking and rather intelligent, which made him avoid physical conflict as much as possible. Apart from his spar with Breakout, he had been successful. He, instead, spent his days marvelling over drugs and their properties. By extension, this also meant drugs meant for healing.}

^{Honestly, Batterychicken didn't understand why the Godfather had paired up the father and son. It was clear, even to Batterychicken, that the two were not getting along at the moment. Some believed that sparring things out would solve the bitterness in their relationship, but Batterychicken wasn't so hopeful. Sitting back on the sidelines, he watched the sparring practice with a frown.}

^{Ah, Batterychicken knew someone who fit that description. They had joined not to long ago, with blood matting their pelt. He had introduced himself as having no name. He was confident that he was whoever the Volarian was after, as there weren't any other cat and bird hybrids he knew of. That didn't mean that he was going to rat the the guy out, to an enemy, none the less. This fellow's sense of entitlement was sickening.}

^{"You're looking for information, from an enemy?" Batterychicken cackled, ridiculing the other's hopes for intel. They didn't even offer anything it return, and he just expected Cartellians to speak? No bribe? Talk about self-righteous. "And you just expect us just to tell you? Fuck outa' here." Despite the fact that no one seemed to be sure why they were enemies with the Volarians, didn't mean they had an incentive to hand over intelligence.}

^{It wasn't like the Cartel were especially ruthless. They were more business orientated, focusing on selling and profits. They weren't unnecessarily violent like the Exiles and the Ruins could be. Of course, Batterychicken would be willing to help the stranger if they were an ally, or even a neutral. But this man was an enemy. Despite not knowing him, that constituted a hostile reaction.}

^{Turning to Nyx as he spoke, he couldn't believe the cheek that this child had. In fact, it was so outrageous to the Lieutenant that he turned to face the kid, mouth widened. The nerve to bark at him. Batterychicken was rather opinionated and independently minded himself, but he would not act like that. He wasn't idiotic. "Excuse me?" Batterychicken snapped at Nyx, lip curling in a snarl.}

^{It wasn't like he was itching for a fight here. Batterychicken was never a one for physical violence. He wouldn't harm the stranger unless it was necessary. He just disliked the fact that an enemy was here, just expecting them to give them intelligence. Adonys was still a member of the Cartel. They would protect him unless they had a reason not to. Turning to Nyx, as he spilled his knowledge on Adonys whereabouts, Batterychicken let out a snarl. More than irritated, he moved a paw over, aiming to place a paw on top of the other's head, and gently push it down.}

^{It was too late now. The damage had already been done. Ears pricking at Marrok's request, he tilted his head in consideration. Like hells they were going to let this fellow have a 'talk' with his own murderer. "No!" Batterychicken exclaimed, ears drooping. "Leave, back to where you came from. Now!" Really, he didn't say much more than that. This seemed like a situation that Breakout should deal with.}

^{Alarmed by Clove's sudden appearance, he jumped away from Nyx, mouth wide in surprise. Whipping around, he turned to face the capo, blinking in mild confusion. He didn't harbour any anger towards the kid, no. Batterychicken understood the want to speak one's mind. Really, he didn't believe that he had done anything wrong. The kid was out of line. Seriously, threatening to rip his throat out was a little far. "Jeez, I hardly touched him," Batterychicken said, trying his best not to scowl. Despite his defence, he lowered his head slightly and backed away in clear submission. He didn't have any will to fight with Clove.}

^{Turning his head to Asimov as the underboss spoke, he couldn't resit the satisfied smirk that crept onto his maw, as the other came to his defence. He still believed he had full right to be aggressive to those considered enemies. Really, Batterychicken was rather friendly with anyone who wasn't. He didn't mean to stir up trouble either, but that was sometimes out of his control. Licking over his maw, he considered the words that Marrok had said. At least it seemed like Adonys had left the Cartel already, so they didn't have to sweat over a possible assassin with malicious intent in their ranks. The lieutenant watched as Marrok left, before leaning down and stretching his muscles, yawning.}

^{As Breakout spoke, Batterychicken seemed to shrink even more into himself. Just as he thought that he was in the right, Breakout had came along. His smirk quickly dropped to a blank look, looking a little alarmed as Breakout berated him. Hey, hadn't this happened before? He felt as if he made one misstep, the Godfather actually may beat his ass for good. His head still was dipped in submission, not quite reaching Breakout's fiery gaze. Normally he'd try his best to stand his ground, but honestly, Batterychicken was almost afraid of the anger that rolled off the Godfather.}

^{Despite his berating, he still believed that he had acted appropriately. The Flights still considered them an enemy, so why should they discuss intelligence with them? He watched as the Godfather started heading towards the flights, rolling his eyes when he knew that his back was turned. Sighing, he turned to Asimov, staring at the other. It seemed they held similar opinions. "Yeah, I need a drink," Batterychicken huffed, ears pricking at the thought of alcohol. He rarely got drunk, but tonight seemed an appropriate time to get shitfaced.}

^{The host division was never something that Batterychicken had anything to do with. Still solidly a virgin, he didn't care for the division much at all. He was still a little prudent, becoming alarmed whenever anyone was too overtly sexual. It wasn't like Batterychicken had never desired a lover, but he had been consistently using drugs for so long, his libido had been destroyed. The only relationship he was committed to were with his large collection of illicit drugs.}

^{The rain was something that Batterychicken also disliked. It was chilling, and depressing. That day he had been caught up in it, and decided to head towards the mansion for cover. He hated getting his pelt wet, and was clearly looking moody, upset that he was completely soaked. He watched as the rain was diverted off of Latte, feeling almost a little envious. "Man, I'm soaked," Batterychicken whined, wincing as he looked down at himself.}

^{Hearing news from a passing npc that Luci had been harmed, Batterychicken dashed over to where he had been directed. Sometimes he chose to stay out of affairs like this, afraid of getting in the way of the nurses, not wanting to be where he felt useless and unnecessary. Despite this, Batterychicken's paws carried him towards the injured child, breath hindering in panic. Because, hells, this was a child. The only thing that would bring him solace was to see the child for himself.}

^{What he lay his eyes upon didn't bring any hope to the Lieutenant. If Clove hadn't reached the child any sooner, Batterychicken would be unconfident about his chances of survival. Because Batterychicken trusted in Clove's abilities, and stood back to watch her work. He didn't realise that he had been holding his breath until he gasped, before his teeth immediately ground together, upon seeing the bone and blood vessels where Luci's leg was meant to be. Wanting to offer words of reassurance, his mouth parted momentarily, before shutting again, unsure of what to say.}

^{Another week had gone by, Batterychicken just felt more out of place when he had first arrived. He found himself constantly getting into trouble, and accidentally getting on the wrong side of others. Still, he was rather immune to social pressures, and wasn't all too bothered at the hostile and disapproving looks shot his way. He yawned, stretched and just got on with his day. As although he felt unwanted in the Cartel on the best of days, he couldn't bring himself to care. Despite this, at his core, Batterychicken was bitter about it. Enveloped in a cocoon of childish sourness, unaware of his own immaturity and inability to cope with other people.}

^{Today he was busying himself with something that he had rarely adventured into - baking. He had made weed brownies, and they sat, placed on the counter. By others standards they would probably seem pretty terrible, but Batterychicken was unaware of what masterful baking looked like. They looked dry, lifeless and smelt rather strongly of marijuana, but Batterychicken loved them.}

^{A rare sight occurred, Battery’s tail started wagging, a bubbly feeling of joy rising within him. Usually the kitchen would be permeated with his own disgusting smell. Like a warm, rotting corpse, or decaying fish. Instead, Batterychicken smelt entirely different. A strong, balmy scent of vanilla and cool peach. He hadn't noticed yet, as he'd never been conscious about his own scent. Sugary slow, his frown dissolved into a grin, spit slowly drizzling out of his maw. Basking in the mid-day golden sunlight that cascaded through the bay windows, Batterychicken was happy. He was grinning. And he smelt entirely new.}

^{Batterychicken had been listening in on Clove's rant about Jerseyboy, ears pricked and attentive. Anyone would be frustrated if they were in Clove's situation, having a close friend forget completely who you were. But if he was honest, the pain in the capo's voice was making him cringe uncomfortably. As it was probable that Clove's heartfelt stories would fall on confused ears. He knew that she was just trying to spark Jersey's memories back to life, but Batterychicken wasn't confident that it would work.}

^{Saying nothing, as he had nothing to add to what Clove had said, he placed his head on his paws as he lay sprawled across the floor. He wanted to remind Clove that it was likely that Jerseyboy would not regain his previous memories of their times together, if his amnesia was this severe. Just so that she didn't get her hopes up, as she already sounded very emotionally invested in their relationship. But he didn't. Because, hells, Clove was the capo of the nurse division, and didn't need a scrawny yearling telling her that.}