[ begrudgingly , she has clawed her way out of the prosecutor’s office . coffee mug in hand . b i g yawn . ]
— sen . ♡
@seraphicshot.bsky.social
prosecutor, resident of hell’s kitchen, cat enjoyer. | PARODY !
" i’m alright . just got a lil’ roughed up , that’s all . " ' little ' is putting it lightly . but she IS trying to distract him with a kiss on the cheek !
wincing , just a little — " ow — easy , killer , " she’s a little beat up from her last contract going sideways .
[ she’s listening with great intent , nodding . . . ] i see . . . i think i can kind of relate ? except — [ hm . quietly pulling off her mask that keeps her known as ' seraph ' . the tale is better told with her own voice . ] i killed my trainer to survive . see , when i was a kid , i got ——++
mmmmmhm . he became a rat because of me . [ he's grinning underneath the mask . ] sure . i'll tell you . years ago, back in japan, my mother sent me to train as part of the foot clan ── at the time, considered very honorable . my sensei ( + )
[ happy kitty . purring softly . . . ] really ? i would say i have no idea how someone becomes a rat , but . . . guess i don’t have room to talk , huh ? [ laughing at her own joke . ] . . . can i ask the backstory on that ? the whole not - liking - your - teacher thing .
sounds like something my old teacher would say . total idiot, by the way . he got what came to him, though ── becoming an ugly old ass rat . [ he starts laughing ── despite being all caught up in his own cruel enjoyment, he does take her hand . ]
[ go off king , she gets it . ] good things come to those who wait , or something that some wise man said ages ago . [ . . . but . . . still , she offers a hand . if he’d like to have something to hold onto . ] i never was good for words of wisdom anyway .
ugh, i'd BETTER . it's been SEVERAL YEARS and i still haven't gotten those two toed terrapin twits .ᐟ.ᐟ [ ... that's quite the insult for them, but go on . 😭 ]
mmm-hm , of course . [ politely seating herself on the arm of his chair . ] you’ll get them eventually , mhm . promise . ‘til then , i’ll keep you company .
i know . it's awful . devastating . [ cue an unnecessarily long sigh . ] sit here with me . 😔
you poor , poor thing . . . [ slowly moving behind his chair , playfully putting her chin on his shoulder — meticulously avoiding armour . ] i can only ( * imagine ) how rough it must be . anything i can do to help ?
ugh, thank you . [ he DRAMATICALLY takes a seat in the closest chair . ] it's SO not fair . at all .ᐟ.ᐟ why do THEY get to win all the time ──
[ Somehow managing to be lurking around . ] welcome back to the land of the living , sir . [ smiling like the cat who got the cream . she enjoys teasing . ]
AUGH .ᐟ.ᐟ those stupid turtles ── we only JUST got out of that infernal dimension they stuck us in .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
both of you — corners . now . and you will sit there and think about what you’ve done .
i am about five seconds away from beating the daylights out of you two if you don’t settle the fuck down right this goddamn moment
both of you start getting along before i ( * knock ) your HEADS TOGETHER —
" oh , ( * sweetie ) . " she almost — well , does — laughs . sharp eyes narrow just so at him , as if ( * daring ) him to intrude on her jobs . " no , no . respectfully , my current employer knows better than to try and get rid of me . " shifting her weight to one foot , lazily toying with ——++
pretty smooth, for a man covered in so many lumps 'n bumps. " seraph, right ? " he sure had a thing for ' s ' names. siryn, seraph, vane... SSa. " been a bit since i rolled into hell's kitchen, so i'm sure business has been better for you. sorry in advance for any stolen clientele. "
" no , i mean — , " nope . she’s fumbling the bag . AGK . " . . . can i treat you to a nice dinner ? like , at a fancy restaurant . maybe get to know each other better ? "
“I do not see what is so insane about eating food… unless you wish to hunt for it ? Then again, that is not unusual either…” 💧
she’s still taking in every detail , though something in her body language screams ' delight . ' . . . probably the way her tail is curled upward . still , she offers a hand to shake . " seraph . i assume by fish and dogs you’ve encountered xever and bradford , too ? "
“ yes, i have yet to see another feline mutant as well . this is certainly ... hm, ” he pauses, trying to find the right word . “ refreshing, perhaps .ᐣ all i ever see is reptiles, fish, and dogs . ”
" a guest , at minimum — and not one to be trifled with . " she’s growling harshly at him , fingertips twitchy . she ( * wants ) to show this ( * creature ) what for . " what’s exactly stopping me from beating the daylights out of you ? hm ? "
“ then what would you CALL yourself .ᐣ ” a more so sarcastic question than an actual one . “ psssht, we call each other things like that all the time . ”
Friend. Foe. God. Demon. The man who, with a snap of his fingers—lickety split!—can change the course of your life forever.
" yeah , yeah . i know . " she reaches out , pulling him just a bit closer . one hand moves to gently move him to lie down , the other carefully cradling his head in her lap . comforting , even if something in her head whispers he doesn’t deserve it . " . . . it’ll be okay . " she whispers , ——++
bradford practically plops onto the floor with a grunt, one that sounds more animal than man . “ alright, fine . sit with me . i'll grant you that pleasure . ” ... at least, even in the face of losing his humanity once more, his snarky, egotistical personality remains intact .
" heroes , villains . . . it’s all the same . " she’s patient , soft . reaching up , there’s a ( * click ) as she removes her mask . a rare moment of something like vulnerability . and then , something unexpected . she sits on the floor , patient . " bad things happen to everyone , ——++
he doesn't say much more until he's wrapped in the sheet ── unable to see all the changes to his body . he was so close, so close to being normal again ... why .ᐣ why does it have to be this way .ᐣ that's a question kept only to his own mind . “ ... yeah . you'd think ( + )
she sighs , something softening in her gaze . perhaps pity ? or some form of sympathy ? " . . . i do — a lot of the time . " though it lacks her usual smugness . " sorry , bradford . happy endings are hard to come by with our jobs . " glancing around — finding a large sheet to throw around ——++
bradford looks away, possibly in thought ── but she does get a slow nod and a VERY reluctant reply . “ ... hate to say it, but i guess you've got a point . ” he glances down at his hands with a touch of disgust, which are becoming more ... bony, by the minute .
" defang , declaw , and let it drop about half its body weight , and what good is a hunting hound you’ve worked ( * ages ) to hone ? " because at the end of the day , they were in the business of usefulness . and should a tool exhaust its use . . . well . there would be no reason to keep it .
“ he didn't offer me anything ── ... well, stinkman aside, master shredder wanted me to be human again for a mission . why would it only be temporary .ᐣ ” because he's more useful ( * overall ) to shredder as a mutant than a human ... but he hasn't quite connected the dots on that one yet .
" that’s the tone of a guilty man . " a soft sigh . bradford ( * should ) know better — but , well . much like baxter was wrong a lot , there seemed to be a lot bradford didn’t know either . " and none of what baxter offered sounded too good to be true ? people like us don’t get happy endings . "
“ he's the only scientist i know . on a personal level, that is . so i just gotta take his word for it . ” bradford crosses his arms . “ NO, obviously NOT . ” obviously, he did .
" and you trust that guy fully ? " a raise of the brow . stockman seemed to be wrong about a lot of things a lot of the time — she knew she was well within her rights to be suspicious . " or did you tell yourself it was until you believed he said it ? "
“ that can't be . stinkman said it'd be permanent .ᐟ ” first of all, you're trusting baxter's word, of all people .ᐣ ... but even CRAZIER ── i know ── he never actually said it was going to be permanent .
something like a memory flickers through her head . " sounds like me the first time i ever shifted . " arms crossing over her chest , deep in thought . hm . " could it be possible that whatever changed you back was temporary . . . ? "
with a shake of his hand to relieve the pain, he points at his mouth . “ yeah . got quite the toothache, too . i've tried takin' some ibuprofen . ”