C'mon, Let a Man Fish! [Trina]

Trina Kassia

Let a Man Fish!

In the mind of the eternally joyous Trina, there was now a grand dilemma. Her feline eyes had spotted in the distance a grand parade, a festival of riotous colour and sound that was blaring in the distance to the extent such that she was wanting to go and see what the cacophony of light and sound was all about for herself. It looked fun! Ever so fun! More fun than whatever they were doing here. She wanted to go over and see the sights and hear the sounds and dance with the people. If they were dancing. Oh, Trina hoped so much that they were dancing. She wanted to go and dance, and to bring him with her!

Now, to be fair, the Joyan refugee knew that the only thing that brought Ray the most joy in this world was fishing. He was a fisherman through and through - it was his life’s work, his passion, the greatest thing he could do with his hands – well, the second - as far as she was concerned. It was no secret to anyone that knew him that he was a man of the earth. Farming, fishing, living off the land - all of these had come so naturally to Ray for far longer than Trina had ever knew the man who once could have cleaved the world with little more than a thought. She knew that he had turned to the idyllic lifestyle as respite and escape from the bloodstained past he had wrought for himself, and the kitten knew even more that he needed to be on his ascetic path instead of fighting infinite wars lest he slip back into a mindset that would set the world ablaze again. Therefore, she was only too happy to support all of his endeavours.

This time, however, it was not the case.

Sinking to her knees for a moment, Trina pushed the tips of her fingers into the earth, unafraid to get herself dirty as she genuinely made an attempt to look for worms on his part, having just patted down the pleats of her pastel violet dress to show that she did not in fact have any worms about her person. Pushing the dirt apart, she looked up to her companion with burnished orange eyes and frowned.

“No worms. Hey look over there! That’s a whole party going on! Let's go see!”

The whiplash was entirely real.

Springing back to her feet, she joyously reached for one of his hands and began to try and drag Ray out towards where the festivities were kicking off. Yes, she was a tiny kitten, but there was real strength in her body - which, partially, came from all the physical labour that Ray had her do by virtue of the fact he made requests that she was all too happy to acquiesce to - and she was going to do everything in her power to get him to come to this thing so that they could find out whatever it was that was going on. She definitely wanted to know, and there would be literally nothing that stopped her trying to find out what was happening. Besides, if Ray got into fishing now, they’d be there all day.

“I’ll get you another golden fishy later I proooomiiiiiise, Ray!” she said by way of afterthought. She did listen to what he said. For real. She always did. Whether she commented on it in a timely fashion, however, was another deal. And maybe she actually would try to get him the golden fishy, even if water was icky and she didn’t want to get in it.

Trina Kassia

Let a Man Fish!

And with that, welcome to the party!

The sudden pull of Ray's hand on her arm was enough to immediately cause Trina's head to swivel and turn in the direction she was being pulled; her attention was drawn to the forming queue and the man behind it with a giant bowl of drink. If that was what Ray wanted to do, then so be it, Trina was all on board for that. After all, anything to get him involved with whatever it was that was going on, right? It was the easiest-- and best-- way to get him to cooperate with the world.

So, first, he took a drink, and she watched him expectantly, gauging his reaction with effervescent expectation - and hands curled into fists under her chin as she watched on to get the response that she was hoping for. He took that drink like a champ - and hey, it had bonus side effects! "I like your teefs," Trina remarked. Even when they were technically alone, there were too many people around, and she reverted to the childlike mannerisms she'd adopted to hide her true feelings. Actually, to be totally fair, the more she adopted that particular style, the more real it became for her; so much so that she took a couple steps up towards Ray and, while his fangs were bared, she prodded one very gently. They were totally real! She fished her own teeth out and, as her kind were wont to have, only two of her teeth were sharpened and slightly elongated; her people seemed to have a more dramatic set of the omnivore's teeth, where their canines were longer than a normal human's. However, she lapsed into giggles a moment later, thoroughly entertained by the fact that her companion had way more interesting teeth than he did a moment ago. It was enough to inspire Trina to look down at the bowl of punch and at the warlock who was preparing more beverages. This time, she got a good look at him; clad in gray, frayed robes, he was preparing drink after drink for any passerby who wanted one. Having just finished one for Ray, Trina looked the bowl. The man stared at her, expectantly.

"Hmmmmm. HMMMMMMM."

Hemming and hawing gets you nowhere, cat.

"Otay, let's do it!" she exclaimed, and a moment later a drink was poured and subsequently in her hand, ready to go. She knew she wasn't going to like it - yes, she was after all old enough to drink - but she'd do it anyway because it made funny things happen, and what else was an over-excited and easily distracted catgirl interested in for that moment other than funny things? It was perfect. The drink was raised to her lips and, without hesitating, she drank the whole thing in two gulps. Her eyes suddenly widened at the burning sensation that followed down her throat, to which she sputtered real hard. That was the strong stuff. She didn't expect the strong stuff at a kid's party, but hey, here we are. The cup was suddenly abandoned in the nearest garbage receptacle, being thrown there with reckless abandon - she didn't want to know another moment of that particular nightmare.

"Ohmygawsh Ray, how do you drink this," came Trina's only retort, before everything seemed to freeze for her. Suddenly, the world turned blue in its entirety for just a moment - and so did her eyes, which brought them into stark contrast of what they normally were hued. A moment later, the sensation passed, and the kitten cast her glance around the area. Where there was nothing before, there was a whole lot of something - translucent blue figures were beginning to float around everywhere, seemingly unnoticed by the vast majority of passers-by as they went about whatever it was they were going about. However, Trina could see them.

All of them.

"G-g-g-GHOSTIES!"

Ray would see the slits of her eyes as now massive, for she was bugging out and trying to comprehend the weirdness of what she was seeing. The kitten let out a full-blown hiss, and her tail stood on end - she clearly could not handle it. She was not used to seeing the dead, so given that this was a definite curveball thrown right at her head, she could not catch to save her life. Trapped in a daze, Trina wasn't sure where to look or what to do, but oh boy was she having a time of this right now. This was a lot. There were so many ghosts. How did people not see them? She could see them. What about everyone else? Clearly, nobody else was reacting the same way she was. It was definitely time to change venue.

Trina Kassia

Let a Man Fish!

Honestly, if Trina was tripping balls, it would have been a massive improvement to this particular situation. As it stood, she was mainly just looking around, trying to see if the ghosts were real; the fact that Ray was doing his very best to try and orient her to reality and have her senses calm the heck down was probably a good move on his part. She was a little biut out of it, and not because she was high - the fact that she wasn't sure how to deal with suddenly seeing apparitions that had not been there thirty seconds prior was a little tough for everyone's favourite hyperactive ball of fur to deal with. The warm touch of his hands against her skin was enough to bring her tail down, and her heartbeat began to slow down, resuming her body's normal operations - or as close as a heightened state of terror would allow. His words were enough for her to follow, and there was a surprising meekness with which she nodded and followed his instructions as she struggled to find her bearings. She acquiesced to his instructions and took after him as he pointed out a game, which made her ears perk just a little, until her eyes finally settled on that which he wanted her to see.

This thing had lights and flashing colours and lots of sounds - which meant it was absolutely perfect for the villainous purpose Ray had in mind of distracting the kitten.

"Ohmygoooosh YES." Trina's sudden response came, starstruck by the game - and lucky thing nobody else was in line to play it at that moment in time, else she was about to push them out of the way so that she could get a turn. This was a wonderful distraction for the catgirl and she was going to take this in stride. Her eyes cast over the game and how it worked in its idle exhibition mode, to which the bright flashes of red and yellow were enough to keep her focused on it and not the millieu of spectres around her.

The hyper-kitten switch had been flicked. Distraction successful. Nothing else mattered in this moment.

"Ghouliiiiiiiiies. I'ma hit 'em!" Trina said, entirely suddenly dedicated to the new cause, the ghosties now forgotten as she was handed a rubber mallet with which to strike her newfound enemies. The mallet, padded in red, was taken into her right hand; she had been training plenty of weapons with Ray to the point that she felt confident enough to go after the heads that were about to pop up and make themselves targets. The young man behind the game, servicing it in case some mage went off the deep end and cracked the game board, was explaining something - but every single word he said was falling upon Trina's deaf ears.

"So they'll get faster, and you have to keep up!" he said encouragingly, unsure of how well she was going to do, but with that being said, Trina was also entirely confident that she would do well. Whether that confidence was warranted was another story entirely. The first head popped up from one of the nine rings of the game board, and Trina was off like a rocket, slamming down on the monster's face at full speed. The head retracted straight back down, only to be replaced by a second one. She hit that one, too. Her free left hand went in to hold the edge of the table to support her, but in her hyper-fixated state she wasn't about to let this slip by.

One head, one hit. Over and over. The game sped up, and she was trying to keep up with it - but her reflexes weren't as good as the adventurer lord's, and it did get to a point where she just couldn't keep up with the heads that were jumping in and out of sight beyond that which she could handle. She was only a tiny little baby fighter!

The game ended, and she was handed a skull token for her troubles - she took the shiny with both hands, clearly gleeful that she had won something. "Look look, Ray! I did it!"

This was, in fact, an achievement.