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Posted by Juka on Feb 10, 2010 12:04:40 GMT -6
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Dec 29, 2013 14:01:37 GMT -6
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Juka felt just a little bad for the woman who had her bag taken from his furred Master Kitty Calley. She looked so overwhelmed and confused that he just couldn't help it. Perhaps it was understandable given present rather unusual company. Deciding that it must surely fall to him to make her more at ease; after all cats did not demean themselves with such menial things and Mett, well, he seemed to be playing the more quiet role for now. "Dearest lady, I must surely apologize on the behalf of my Master Kitty. You can plainly see that he is of the feline kind and their minds work in mysterious and enigmatic ways. I am certain that he meant no harm at all by his actions." Flattery was always a bonus.
Apology made on behalf of his Calley (whether or not he would have actually desired such an apology), he turned his attention back to Calley himself. It really was an impressive form, combining all of the best traits of a cat with all of the best traits of a human. He nodded his approval not that, he had a feeling, his approval really mattered one way or another. It was a shame that such a wonder as he did not play an instrument that would be needed in his band.
A moment of consternated thought later, Juka realized that he had never actually inquired about whether or not Calley played an instrument. In fact, he had barely spoken to the young man since their first meeting. "You may have your bubble ride whenever you desire it," Juka agreed magnimoniously. "Say, you wouldn't happen to play an instrument would you? Like, say, drums?" It never hurt to ask right? Perhaps his band could become an epic all mutant band. It had potential.
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Profile Physical Strength 3 Speed 3 Mental Strength 21 Stealth 6 Senses 6 Mutated Strength 8 Mutated Control 12 Good/Evil +6.0
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