Roleplay Sample #5

As the desk tipped, the cat found himself falling towards the ground. Instinctively, the feline landed on his feet. He looked up at the desk, seeing the giantess peer over with a playful tease. Casimir simply tilted his head and let out a softer meow.

“Should I write a letter next time to announce my presence?” Casimir inquired.

Those heterochromatic eyes glanced over towards the other giant in the room. The feline blinked. Not only was the man tall and draped in dark clothes, he wore an eerie mask that highlighted his golden eyes. Considering that the man simply walked in without much of a hello, the rogue could only deuce that the male giant had to be somewhat new to his job.

Casimir used to see it back in his old line of work, the newbies always tried to act colder and cooler than they actually were in a vain hope to fit in or be taken seriously. However it had somewhat of an opposite effect as people found it hard to respect them. Which only exasperated their lackluster and unproven skillset.

The feline’s attention then turned to Tityana’s introduction. Simple, sleek and to the point.. Perfect to showcase her witt and her prowess. Casimir watched as those revolvers spun around effortlessly in her hand. A small part of him wanted to nab it, though he knew better.

“Nice pair of Tits.” the feline quipped.

Casmir glanced over to the Wrath as Tityana introduced him. The feline tilted his head in confusion and glanced back at giantess in somewhat disbelief. If this was his Niece’s muscle, then the boy needed some serious help. 

“I’m sure tall, dark and gloomy got some tricks up his sleeves.” The Casimir added.

The flow of conversation turned to the feline. It was amusing to the cat how a few things never changed.

“I didn’t want to distract your hardworking employees with my handsome form. A lion of my stature has a refined palette of women he likes to enjoy. However, I don’t like to mix work and pleasure, it breeds bad blood. So I will behave.” He lied confidently.

Just as the raptor barged into the conversation, the cat skedaddled up Tlāzōmictli and found a suitable perch on the man’s shoulder. The feline glanced over to the raptor with a smug sneer. Those feathers were as good as quills if the beast tried anything.

“So Wrath, what’s your name?” he asked softly.

Casimir looked up at Tityana, half wondering how big of a bubble she could blow before popping her gum. He simply shrugged at her declaration of power. 

“So what’s the mission you have planned for us today? From the looks of things, it seems rather important.”