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[log] niou & yukimura
Who: Niou & Yukimura
What: Looking for a cat
Where: Karura science bay
When: this week
Warnings/Notes: Yukimura is Pocahontas. Niou is rude.
Yukimura checked the assignment for the third time. He didn't know what Negamio Prime wanted with a cat, but he wasn't going to ask questions. The prize on delivery was too large to pass up. Plus, the target was on board the Karura, one of his favorite ships to dock at. Hopefully, this one would be as easy to catch as the last time.
After his usual docking check, Yukimura made his way towards the science bay. He knew from ship chatter, that one of the scientists there was doing experiments on cats. He didn't know what they were and he wasn't particularly interested in finding out.
Conveniently enough, the science bay didn't require a special ID to get access. Yukimura looked at the image of the cat. It was a rather large calico. That should be relatively easy to find, he thought as he walked inside.
Today Niou's experiments were looking at mass interactions in a contained spacial environment, complete with space-y music and fairy lights on the walls to simulate stars. Which was the reason he was letting all of his cats out from their cages and letting them mill around him.
Niou patted them as they rubbed against him and crouched down to properly let them reach up and rub his face. And really, with all the purring happy cats around him and crawling onto his lap and competing with who got to sit on him, he couldn't be blamed for sitting down on the ground and hugging them all. What a shame he hadn't grabbed his notebook before this though, he could see it across the room on his desk being pawed at by a particularly happy black and white cat.
He looked up as the door whooshed open and he panicked, grabbing onto an armful of the nearest cats to him - all of three of them. "Close the door before they get out!! You're ruining my experiment!"
Yukimura rolled his eyes, but pressed the button the close the door. Another whoosh and the cats were all contained. Not that he really cared, so long as the cat he needed didn't escape and cause him to run around the ship trying to capture it.
"What experiment might that be?" Yukimura asked, walking more into the lab and looking down at the scientist and the mess of cats surrounding him. "From here, it looks like you're messing around instead of doing any real work. Also, I need to see a cat named 'Numa Numa the Third.' Do you have any idea where I might find it?"
No cats seemed to have escaped in the few seconds the door was open and Niou sighed and relaxed as he let go of his armful of cats. "Cat behaviour analysis. It's a fairly broad area of research," he said as he soothed down the fur of some of the restless cats around him "They don't like disruptions, there should've been a sign on the door."
Mostly because he was tired of having to run around the ship after a stray cat that had escaped.
Niou frowned at the name... Numa Numa the Third? "What for? Are you going to cut him open to remove his organs for an emergency organ transplant?"
What a ridiculous field of research. How did that even get funded? Yukimura didn't care enough to ask. "Next time put one up," he said. "You only have yourself to blame if one gets out."
He pulled the information sheet out of his flight jacket and showed it to the scientist. "Anyway, Numa Numa the Third. Fat calico. Approximately seven years old." He paused. "...In cat years. And I'm taking him home. He was reported missing by a family on Severno." It was a lie, but the scientist didn't need to know about the bounty on the feline's head. Also, Yukimura didn't tend to ask questions about his target other than how much they were worth.
"Maybe you should look closer next time." He was pretty sure it was engraved in the door. Maybe he'd go over it with a knife later to make sure it was 100% clear, maybe Tezuka had gotten rid of it already.
Niou pushed a cat away from his face as he peered up at the sheet, looking around the room. 'Fat calico' described quite a few of them in the room, actually. "I'm pretty sure that cat's not fat in the picture. It's just curvy and a really good winter fur coat." Niou scratched one of the nearby cats under the chin and distracted himself for a moment to make kissing noises at it, which prompted quite a number of them to try and climb on top of him. "You should apologise for disrespecting curvy cats."
"I'm quite attentive and there was no note on the door, permanent or not." Yukimura vaguely wondered how this white-haired guy became a scientist. Especially one that studied cats. In outer space. It boggled the mind. And made him very thankful for his own position in the universe.
"Fine. Excessively furry," Yukimura acquiesced. He wasn't going to apologize though. "Are the cats microchipped?" They should've been at the very least. And depending on the technology used, Yukimura would be able to suss out Numa Numa the Third with one of his readers. "That will make this go by much faster and you can get back to whatever," he said, gesturing to the scene below him, "this is."
Niou narrowed his eyes at Yukimura and flopped down on the ground, grunting as the cats automatically climbed on top of him. It was hard to breathe now and he tried to curl up as they walked over his stomach.
"That's assuming I want to give him up. He could be vital to my research and be a key player. The disappointment of one family for the good of a whole race... it's a good trade." Niou shrugged and peered up at Yukimura some more, moving a cat out of his face so he could keep staring. "I can't give him to you."
Yukimura frowned. "You didn't answer my question. Are they microchipped?"
At this rate, the bounty hunter was tempted to drag the scientist and his tsunami of cats onto his ship and drop the lot of them off on Negamio Prime. "What if I brought you back ten different species of cat for the one that I want? I can go to whatever planets you want me to retrieve them from."
Niou just smiled at the question and shrugged noncommittally. "Who knows. I haven't checked."
He pretended, just for a few moments, like he was considering Yukimura's offer. It was tempting, he was happy to admit that. But on the other hand... ... it would just be too easy to give this random person what he wanted. "I was always taught not to make shady cat deals with people I don't know. Sorry."
This was annoying. Yukimura was incredibly close to just knocking the scientist out with a directed laser blast and finding the cat he needed and bolting.
"Very well. Yukimura Seiichi, intergalactic gardener and lost item retriever extraordinaire." The bounty hunter title seemed to be too much at this time. He bowed just enough that it wasn't too terribly insulting. "A pleasure to meet you and your plethora of feline experiments. Now, may I please attempt to locate the missing cat so I can quickly reunite it with its family? I can do fifteen different cat species if that would be better."
"What an exciting job description." Intergalactic gardener... maybe if Niou cared more about plants, he might start harassing Yukimura for information about how they went in space.
He blatantly ignored the question as he sat up, propping his chin on his hand and staring up at Yukimura. "I don't know if I believe the extraordinaire part, though. It doesn't really mean much when it's self-proclaimed." Niou grinned and he cuddled a cat to his chest - a calico, conveniently. "I'm going to need some proof to your claims before I accept them."
"It's a very exciting job." That was an understatement. "There's something new everyday."
Yukimura almost brought out a deck of his ID cards, but that would give the game up too quickly. "What would you like me to do? Grow you a plant, find something you've misplaced? Of course, anything no longer of this world is off-limits. Same with things that don't exist in this realm." He wasn't about to try and find some metaphysical or metaphorical thing.
Niou hummed in thought, drumming his fingers against the side of the chubby cat on his lap. "I've lost my conscience, it vanished when I was about 7 years old." Maybe a little earlier than that, but that didn't matter. It was early enough. "I'm in need of it for a future study, I'd rather like it back so I can inject it back into my toe webbing."
Yukimura looked at him and put the piece of paper away. "I don't deal with intangibles," he said flatly, leaning back against one of the lab tables. "Besides, if you lost it that early, you likely didn't have much of one to begin with." He thought for a moment about what else he could do to prove it. Oh, his semi-vague log about 'lost' things and 'recovery' and 'delivery.'
"Here." Yukimura pulled out a device and opened it up. "This lists my completed retrievals. The left column shows the lost thing, the middle section shows when I found the lost thing, and the right part shows when I returned the thing." He blatantly ignored the part about toe webbing and injection.
"Who says the conscience can't be made into a solid, physical thing?" Niou argued, though he reached for the device to pull it down to look at it. "Perhaps they've already manufactured a machine to do just that. Like those inner animal or colour bullshit quizzes, to let you know your inner self."
He let the device go and sat back. "Can you see colours, Yukimura Seiichi the intergalactic gardner?"
"Because if it had been, I would've destroyed mine already," Yukimura replied easily, glancing around the lab as the scientist looked at his device.
Once the other man was done, Yukimura closed it and put it back in his jacket. "Add accomplished artist to my resume. I don't do auras, but if I did, I think yours would be a nice ultramarine."
"You don't have any need for a conscience? I would've thought you would, working with plants. You wouldn't want to hurt their feelings." Niou pushed a cat off his lap, only for it to be replaced by another one straight away. This was why he never got any work done. "If I found mine again, I think I'd like to keep it in a jar, it would be a nice decoration."
Niou hummed and leaned back on his hands. "What colour would you be, Yukimura Seiichi, intergalactic gardner and enigmatic artist? Or do mirrors and photos not work for helping you see your true self?"
Yukimura shook his head. "It's easier to do my job if I don't get attached to it," he said. "Plants are different and you really don't need a conscience with them. They react to how you take care of them. Conscience has nothing to do with it."
A jar? This scientist was strange. Yukimura was more and more convinced that he wasn't actually a scientist and just some crazy cat guy. "Only if it was in solid form. Gas doesn't make for a good decoration."
The bounty hunter laughed slightly. "I'm the colours of the wind," he answered.
"It could be a coloured gas," Niou shrugged. "I feel like it would be more interesting, a solid conscious would be too unmoveable and set in its ways and just sit at the bottom of your jar."
Niou grinned at the answer - a good one it was too - before he stood up, pushing the cats off him even as they tried to climb up his legs again. He went over to his desk and rummaged in it, pulling out a wad of paper. "If I told you what colour Numa Numa the Third's conscience is, would you be able to pick him out? Would your artist senses tingle as you see all the colours?"
"Or a coloured liquid," Yukimura countered. "Either way, if the jar breaks, you'll lose it again."
Really? "Cats don't have a conscience. I'd rather check for the microchip. It's more accurate. Colours are fickle. Like people. And cats."
"You're such a speciesist," Niou said with a little bit of a huff. "Of course cats have consciences, they just don't listen to them very often." Like him, really.
He lowered down the wad of paper with all the cat details on them. "What if I said that there were no microchips and that when I get the cats, I perform surgery on them to dig the microchips out to keep them under my control without anyone knowing they're here?"
Yukimura didn't see exactly how he was a species... whatever, but he didn't really care. "You meant to say they never use them."
Damn it. The bounty hunter really hoped that wasn't the case. "I'd be very annoyed. In any case, I would appreciate if you gave me the cat I'm searching for so I can leave. I have gardens to check, pictures to paint, and people to see." More like harass, but that was neither here nor there. Spending this much time among a cat-crazed pseudo-scientist was not his idea of a good time.
Niou petted the cat that jumped up onto the desk next to him, knocking over half of his things in the process. "Oops, I do. They all have little scars on them, you can check if you want." He shrugged, maybe it could have passed as apologetically, but, whatever.
"I don't have him anyway. I don't know any cat by that name or that description." He grinned widely at Yukimura. "Have fun in your garden. I planted some catnip in all of the ones of the ship, it makes for good environmental studies."
Yukimura smiled in return. "I suppose that's good for them in the long run." Though not for him currently.
But he knew a lie when he heard one. Numa Numa the Third was in this room. Yukimura would find the cat, even if it meant stalking the scientist. His stay on the ship would be longer than intended. Lovely. "I'll be sure to take a look at it. Thank you for your time and good luck with your... experiment."
"It's pretty good for summoning cats, you know," Niou said, tossing the papers down onto the desk and watching half of them float to the floor. "Maybe you should sit next to it and wait for them to come to you. It could be really educational, who knows?"
Niou waggled his fingers at Yukimura as the gardener, artist, aura-observer left, making high pitched peeping noises to keep all the cats from following him out.
What a strange fellow.
What: Looking for a cat
Where: Karura science bay
When: this week
Warnings/Notes: Yukimura is Pocahontas. Niou is rude.
Yukimura checked the assignment for the third time. He didn't know what Negamio Prime wanted with a cat, but he wasn't going to ask questions. The prize on delivery was too large to pass up. Plus, the target was on board the Karura, one of his favorite ships to dock at. Hopefully, this one would be as easy to catch as the last time.
After his usual docking check, Yukimura made his way towards the science bay. He knew from ship chatter, that one of the scientists there was doing experiments on cats. He didn't know what they were and he wasn't particularly interested in finding out.
Conveniently enough, the science bay didn't require a special ID to get access. Yukimura looked at the image of the cat. It was a rather large calico. That should be relatively easy to find, he thought as he walked inside.
Today Niou's experiments were looking at mass interactions in a contained spacial environment, complete with space-y music and fairy lights on the walls to simulate stars. Which was the reason he was letting all of his cats out from their cages and letting them mill around him.
Niou patted them as they rubbed against him and crouched down to properly let them reach up and rub his face. And really, with all the purring happy cats around him and crawling onto his lap and competing with who got to sit on him, he couldn't be blamed for sitting down on the ground and hugging them all. What a shame he hadn't grabbed his notebook before this though, he could see it across the room on his desk being pawed at by a particularly happy black and white cat.
He looked up as the door whooshed open and he panicked, grabbing onto an armful of the nearest cats to him - all of three of them. "Close the door before they get out!! You're ruining my experiment!"
Yukimura rolled his eyes, but pressed the button the close the door. Another whoosh and the cats were all contained. Not that he really cared, so long as the cat he needed didn't escape and cause him to run around the ship trying to capture it.
"What experiment might that be?" Yukimura asked, walking more into the lab and looking down at the scientist and the mess of cats surrounding him. "From here, it looks like you're messing around instead of doing any real work. Also, I need to see a cat named 'Numa Numa the Third.' Do you have any idea where I might find it?"
No cats seemed to have escaped in the few seconds the door was open and Niou sighed and relaxed as he let go of his armful of cats. "Cat behaviour analysis. It's a fairly broad area of research," he said as he soothed down the fur of some of the restless cats around him "They don't like disruptions, there should've been a sign on the door."
Mostly because he was tired of having to run around the ship after a stray cat that had escaped.
Niou frowned at the name... Numa Numa the Third? "What for? Are you going to cut him open to remove his organs for an emergency organ transplant?"
What a ridiculous field of research. How did that even get funded? Yukimura didn't care enough to ask. "Next time put one up," he said. "You only have yourself to blame if one gets out."
He pulled the information sheet out of his flight jacket and showed it to the scientist. "Anyway, Numa Numa the Third. Fat calico. Approximately seven years old." He paused. "...In cat years. And I'm taking him home. He was reported missing by a family on Severno." It was a lie, but the scientist didn't need to know about the bounty on the feline's head. Also, Yukimura didn't tend to ask questions about his target other than how much they were worth.
"Maybe you should look closer next time." He was pretty sure it was engraved in the door. Maybe he'd go over it with a knife later to make sure it was 100% clear, maybe Tezuka had gotten rid of it already.
Niou pushed a cat away from his face as he peered up at the sheet, looking around the room. 'Fat calico' described quite a few of them in the room, actually. "I'm pretty sure that cat's not fat in the picture. It's just curvy and a really good winter fur coat." Niou scratched one of the nearby cats under the chin and distracted himself for a moment to make kissing noises at it, which prompted quite a number of them to try and climb on top of him. "You should apologise for disrespecting curvy cats."
"I'm quite attentive and there was no note on the door, permanent or not." Yukimura vaguely wondered how this white-haired guy became a scientist. Especially one that studied cats. In outer space. It boggled the mind. And made him very thankful for his own position in the universe.
"Fine. Excessively furry," Yukimura acquiesced. He wasn't going to apologize though. "Are the cats microchipped?" They should've been at the very least. And depending on the technology used, Yukimura would be able to suss out Numa Numa the Third with one of his readers. "That will make this go by much faster and you can get back to whatever," he said, gesturing to the scene below him, "this is."
Niou narrowed his eyes at Yukimura and flopped down on the ground, grunting as the cats automatically climbed on top of him. It was hard to breathe now and he tried to curl up as they walked over his stomach.
"That's assuming I want to give him up. He could be vital to my research and be a key player. The disappointment of one family for the good of a whole race... it's a good trade." Niou shrugged and peered up at Yukimura some more, moving a cat out of his face so he could keep staring. "I can't give him to you."
Yukimura frowned. "You didn't answer my question. Are they microchipped?"
At this rate, the bounty hunter was tempted to drag the scientist and his tsunami of cats onto his ship and drop the lot of them off on Negamio Prime. "What if I brought you back ten different species of cat for the one that I want? I can go to whatever planets you want me to retrieve them from."
Niou just smiled at the question and shrugged noncommittally. "Who knows. I haven't checked."
He pretended, just for a few moments, like he was considering Yukimura's offer. It was tempting, he was happy to admit that. But on the other hand... ... it would just be too easy to give this random person what he wanted. "I was always taught not to make shady cat deals with people I don't know. Sorry."
This was annoying. Yukimura was incredibly close to just knocking the scientist out with a directed laser blast and finding the cat he needed and bolting.
"Very well. Yukimura Seiichi, intergalactic gardener and lost item retriever extraordinaire." The bounty hunter title seemed to be too much at this time. He bowed just enough that it wasn't too terribly insulting. "A pleasure to meet you and your plethora of feline experiments. Now, may I please attempt to locate the missing cat so I can quickly reunite it with its family? I can do fifteen different cat species if that would be better."
"What an exciting job description." Intergalactic gardener... maybe if Niou cared more about plants, he might start harassing Yukimura for information about how they went in space.
He blatantly ignored the question as he sat up, propping his chin on his hand and staring up at Yukimura. "I don't know if I believe the extraordinaire part, though. It doesn't really mean much when it's self-proclaimed." Niou grinned and he cuddled a cat to his chest - a calico, conveniently. "I'm going to need some proof to your claims before I accept them."
"It's a very exciting job." That was an understatement. "There's something new everyday."
Yukimura almost brought out a deck of his ID cards, but that would give the game up too quickly. "What would you like me to do? Grow you a plant, find something you've misplaced? Of course, anything no longer of this world is off-limits. Same with things that don't exist in this realm." He wasn't about to try and find some metaphysical or metaphorical thing.
Niou hummed in thought, drumming his fingers against the side of the chubby cat on his lap. "I've lost my conscience, it vanished when I was about 7 years old." Maybe a little earlier than that, but that didn't matter. It was early enough. "I'm in need of it for a future study, I'd rather like it back so I can inject it back into my toe webbing."
Yukimura looked at him and put the piece of paper away. "I don't deal with intangibles," he said flatly, leaning back against one of the lab tables. "Besides, if you lost it that early, you likely didn't have much of one to begin with." He thought for a moment about what else he could do to prove it. Oh, his semi-vague log about 'lost' things and 'recovery' and 'delivery.'
"Here." Yukimura pulled out a device and opened it up. "This lists my completed retrievals. The left column shows the lost thing, the middle section shows when I found the lost thing, and the right part shows when I returned the thing." He blatantly ignored the part about toe webbing and injection.
"Who says the conscience can't be made into a solid, physical thing?" Niou argued, though he reached for the device to pull it down to look at it. "Perhaps they've already manufactured a machine to do just that. Like those inner animal or colour bullshit quizzes, to let you know your inner self."
He let the device go and sat back. "Can you see colours, Yukimura Seiichi the intergalactic gardner?"
"Because if it had been, I would've destroyed mine already," Yukimura replied easily, glancing around the lab as the scientist looked at his device.
Once the other man was done, Yukimura closed it and put it back in his jacket. "Add accomplished artist to my resume. I don't do auras, but if I did, I think yours would be a nice ultramarine."
"You don't have any need for a conscience? I would've thought you would, working with plants. You wouldn't want to hurt their feelings." Niou pushed a cat off his lap, only for it to be replaced by another one straight away. This was why he never got any work done. "If I found mine again, I think I'd like to keep it in a jar, it would be a nice decoration."
Niou hummed and leaned back on his hands. "What colour would you be, Yukimura Seiichi, intergalactic gardner and enigmatic artist? Or do mirrors and photos not work for helping you see your true self?"
Yukimura shook his head. "It's easier to do my job if I don't get attached to it," he said. "Plants are different and you really don't need a conscience with them. They react to how you take care of them. Conscience has nothing to do with it."
A jar? This scientist was strange. Yukimura was more and more convinced that he wasn't actually a scientist and just some crazy cat guy. "Only if it was in solid form. Gas doesn't make for a good decoration."
The bounty hunter laughed slightly. "I'm the colours of the wind," he answered.
"It could be a coloured gas," Niou shrugged. "I feel like it would be more interesting, a solid conscious would be too unmoveable and set in its ways and just sit at the bottom of your jar."
Niou grinned at the answer - a good one it was too - before he stood up, pushing the cats off him even as they tried to climb up his legs again. He went over to his desk and rummaged in it, pulling out a wad of paper. "If I told you what colour Numa Numa the Third's conscience is, would you be able to pick him out? Would your artist senses tingle as you see all the colours?"
"Or a coloured liquid," Yukimura countered. "Either way, if the jar breaks, you'll lose it again."
Really? "Cats don't have a conscience. I'd rather check for the microchip. It's more accurate. Colours are fickle. Like people. And cats."
"You're such a speciesist," Niou said with a little bit of a huff. "Of course cats have consciences, they just don't listen to them very often." Like him, really.
He lowered down the wad of paper with all the cat details on them. "What if I said that there were no microchips and that when I get the cats, I perform surgery on them to dig the microchips out to keep them under my control without anyone knowing they're here?"
Yukimura didn't see exactly how he was a species... whatever, but he didn't really care. "You meant to say they never use them."
Damn it. The bounty hunter really hoped that wasn't the case. "I'd be very annoyed. In any case, I would appreciate if you gave me the cat I'm searching for so I can leave. I have gardens to check, pictures to paint, and people to see." More like harass, but that was neither here nor there. Spending this much time among a cat-crazed pseudo-scientist was not his idea of a good time.
Niou petted the cat that jumped up onto the desk next to him, knocking over half of his things in the process. "Oops, I do. They all have little scars on them, you can check if you want." He shrugged, maybe it could have passed as apologetically, but, whatever.
"I don't have him anyway. I don't know any cat by that name or that description." He grinned widely at Yukimura. "Have fun in your garden. I planted some catnip in all of the ones of the ship, it makes for good environmental studies."
Yukimura smiled in return. "I suppose that's good for them in the long run." Though not for him currently.
But he knew a lie when he heard one. Numa Numa the Third was in this room. Yukimura would find the cat, even if it meant stalking the scientist. His stay on the ship would be longer than intended. Lovely. "I'll be sure to take a look at it. Thank you for your time and good luck with your... experiment."
"It's pretty good for summoning cats, you know," Niou said, tossing the papers down onto the desk and watching half of them float to the floor. "Maybe you should sit next to it and wait for them to come to you. It could be really educational, who knows?"
Niou waggled his fingers at Yukimura as the gardener, artist, aura-observer left, making high pitched peeping noises to keep all the cats from following him out.
What a strange fellow.