{Aster} Territory? Oops.

[Sebastian Arthur Chevalier]

Basten didn’t really know what had possessed him to walk around the city at night, but alas, he was doing it so he might as well stay, right? There was nothing to do in this city anyway. It was bare; empty. There was nothing ever interesting going on within its walls. This was probably why Basten thought it be a good idea to roam around the limits of the city at night, considering there was nothing else better to do. He figured he would run into some other type of NEKO at some point, seeming as how he was near the woods, and so he was on guard for that as well. Basten didn’t really like picking fights with people, and tonight he was being lazy too…so a fight on his watch would probably make him even more irritable than he already was.

Basten had come across something…odd…in the woods. There was a large field that looked to be completely torn up and dismembered. Why was this…? Was there another NEKO around going on a rampage…? Basten sighed before continuing to walk into the woods, seeming as though there was nothing compelling him to stay out of them besides the wrecked field in the front. There was something…odd…though, in the air. It was an uneasy feeling that seemed to just drip maliciously in the aura of the forest. Basten sighed, letting his feet take him faster and faster into the forest, until he could smell another entity, some other being around him. He let his fang sink deep into his thumb for a moment, before ripping it out with a long blood whip of sorts. He let his frame lean onto a tree and sighed, speaking up into the darkness.

“I suggest you come out now, before I start tearing the place to shreds.”

He was really not in the mood for this today.

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[Aster Birne]

Today really was just one of those days, wasn't it? Of course it would be Aster's luck for some what-seemed-to-be a paranoid neko to suddenly snap when he just happened to be walking by, drunk enough to not be a nervous wreck the minute he heard the voice but sober enough to also know that this person meant business. Serious business. The thunder neko could see that from the fact they were showing off their mutation from simply sensing? No, probably smelling Aster in the area. He wasn't sure what mutation this was. Which one incorporated what looked to be some sort of whip made from blood? Aster had no idea whatsoever, nor did he really care. He was more concerned about the danger to his own well-being. The threat did not seem empty, so the somewhat drunk creature stumbled clumsily out of the darkness to reveal himself, almost empty bottle in hand with clear dregs at the bottom. Just to add fuel to the fire, Aster proceeded to put his hands up as though he was being apprehended by an officer.

"Alright, alright," he mumbled, speech somewhat slurred, though comprehendable. "I'm not here to cause any trouble..." Aster stopped to hiccup. "Unlike you. I was here first so either fuck off or leave me in peace."

It was at that moment he felt a splitting pain in his head. Oh god, a hangover already? It wasn't overly surprising; half of the time he didn't even know what he stole, just so long as it was from the alcohol section, easy to carry and lulled him into a false sense of security. The air around him crackled with static electricity and visible sparks raced over his skin, though he barely felt it - this was just how his body usually reacted to alcohol. Once the small 'shock' had worn off, Aster put a hand to his head and tried to focus his eyes but they hurt too. He took a few deep breaths and blinked a few times, then looked back up at the person- no, neko leaning against one of the many surrounding trees. Not a bad idea. The electrical and alcoholic being leaned against the tree beside him, probably needing it to support himself more than this other person did.

/failatlife

[Sebastian Arthur Chevalier]

Basten didn’t know why, but a cord of…of pity hit inside him, when he saw his “threat” stumble out of the woods. He was simply just an intoxicated boy who seemed to be now older than Basten himself. The Ice NEKO frowned before sighing lightly, letting his blood whip drop to just that; blood on the ground, before he looked over the fellow NEKO in front of him. He watched as the boy seemed to fumble around, having trouble gaining his balance. Basten frowned a little bit more as he spoke. He obviously needed some type of help, but he was telling him to fuck off? One, that wasn’t very polite, and two, he obviously wasn’t being self-conscious of his current state. Basten took a few steps forward until he was next to the other male.

“Okay buddy, we need to get you somewhere so you don’t hurt yourself. Here, lean on me.” He took the boys arm and placed it around his shoulder, supporting him with all the strength he could muster up. He looked at the alcohol in the other mans’ hand; that would not help him in the least bit anymore, and seeming as though it was almost empty, Basten saw no problem with getting rid of it. He watched as the liquid within the glass quickly hardened and froze into ice, before Basten took the bottle himself and tossed it to the side.

“That won’t help you right now, so we’ll just get rid of it.” He gave the boy a small smile before beginning to move, still supporting him as they walked. Basten knew his way around the forest, so it wasn’t very difficult for him to find the edge of it. He looked over at the man who was leaning on him and spoke up, asking him a question.

“Hey, buddy, do you have a name?” He took the man by the chin and focused his face towards his own, looking deep into his eyes for a moment. Worse came to worse, Basten could simply extract all the alcohol from him…but that would take a lot of work…and it probably wouldn’t remove the effects of the depressant anyway. He sighed before just continuing to walk with the boy.

There was no sense in thinking this through at all.

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[Aster Birne]

The last thing Aster wanted was help from someone who obviously pitied him. Being pitied was like being looked down on and if there was one thing that he hated in this world, it was anyone thinking they were better than him. Everyone lied and had their own forms of poison that they slowly killed themselves with; poison that polluted their mind, body and soul until they could no longer function. They were all guilty of it, even 'good souls' like this person, or neko in fact, who happened to be helping him right now as though he was some homeless charity case that would be eternally grateful once Aster had sobered up. Even while drunk he knew this wouldn't be the case, he'd simply leave, get drunk again and simply walk around the woodlands, waiting for something to happen. That's all he really did - he had no purpose, he just tried to survive and waited for the inevitable day that death would strike.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when the man took his bottle off of him. A look of anger flashed on Aster's face, though it quickly turned into realisation as he saw the alcohol was frozen. An ice mutation, huh? Interesting abilities this one had. He wondered if the guy was from one of the clans which resided in the woodlands in different territories, although he didn't look like someone who stayed out in the woods that often. Still, can't judge a book by its cover. That's what Aster often had to tell himself before he judged those around him. Mostly it was out of suspicion of others' motives; they may seem nice, but really they're that mass murderer you've been hearing about on television for the last few weeks. The thunder neko was cautious when it came to anyone, whether they be neko or humans. He'd been attacked by both in the past, but for very different reasons.

Every time the word 'buddy' was uttered, Aster's eye twitched out of irritation. He couldn't help but think that they weren't 'buddies' nor would they ever be. Though he was about to answer, he was cut off before he could even speak as he was suddenly being forced to stare into the eyes of his 'helper'. The neko quickly averted his eyes and pulled away, feeling awkward - eye contact usually did make him feel like that.
"My name is Aster and I am not your buddy," he hissed aggressively.
"What's your name and why are you out in the woods?" Aster had no gratitude whatsoever. The voice that came out sounded more like his own now and less like someone with a broken jaw attempting to speak.

[Sebastian Arthur Chevalier]

If Basten lacked one thing in his character, it was patience. He didn’t have patience for people who were just simply rude, and right now, that was all this NEKO was being. Rude and obnoxious, and Basten felt his lips twitch slightly in annoyance. He had dragged the NEKO out into the open, away from the forest before he pulled away. Basten snorted slightly at his question, but he couldn’t help it. This boy was just flat out annoying and that was that.

“I said buddy because I didn’t know your name, Aster.” He would stay calm and collected though, because that was just Basten. He was always the one in dumb situations. He was always the one that was forced into dealing with idiotic or stupid people, so at this point he probably had the patience of a saint when it came to people. He could deal with a lot. He could take a lot of ridicule from people, which was probably why he was so lenient with this guy. Not only was he intoxicated, but he seemed to be a little bit…upset, at something. Basten chose the word upset because he didn’t really see anything but unease in the boy’s eyes, but he wouldn’t say anything, he wouldn’t bring it up. He didn’t like when people brought up his own feelings, so he wouldn’t bring up the other boy’s as well. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped for a moment, contemplating his answer before actually saying it.

“My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Basten, or whatever you like. I was out here because I was bored and heard there were some disturbances in the woods the other day, so I came to see what it was.” He shrugged lightly before looking back at the male.

“And you? Why’re you here?” He finished speaking and yawned ever so gently, before looking back to the male with tired eyes. Truth was that Basten didn’t really sleep too often, and he had exhausted himself enough with his powers this week, so he really didn’t feel like doing much else.

He imagined if the boy kept being difficult he would just leave.

Yeah, that would probably happen sooner or later.

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[Aster Birne]

It was a simple response that made sense and also made the drunk male feel some semblance of guilt stirring deep within him for being overly harsh. He rolled his eyes to himself then sighed, but also hiccuped in the process. The alcohol had obviously been consumed too quickly though Aster was sure he hadn't drunk enough to get alcohol poisoning or anything to that effect. Just a banging headache and perhaps some throwing up, though that was unlikely.
"Oh, well, now you do know my name so use that instead... Basten. Also, it wasn't me causing trouble," he said, opting to use 'Basten' instead of 'Sebastian' as it was simply much easier to say and Aster figured that they would not have mentioned the nickname had they not preferred it to their real name.

"I'm here because this is thunderclan territory, isn't it? Well, maybe not now we've moved. I was curious if they were like me but you stopped me from going any further." He was still slightly miffed about being walked away pretty much against his will. It wasn't as though he could have just stopped it, he was too drunk and was about to fall over anyway, though now he was talking, Aster felt a bit more sober. Sober enough to speak sense. He hoped he was making sense and his voice didn't sound as though someone had punched him in the mouth. Though he wasn't particularly focused, he noticed the ice neko yawning and wondered why he was staying awake if he was tired. A few possibilities flitted through Aster's mind, such as nightmares or worries and even insomnia, though it seemed too rude to say that someone looked tired, so he didn't ask.

He was going to ask some questions though. "Are you in a clan? Also, do you often pick up drunk freaks of nature out of the woods? Oh, and last but not least, what's your story? Y'know... how you came to be like you are." While he found saying something about someone's personal appearance that could be insulting, Aster was not above being asking personal questions about people's history; he was curious as to what made people tick. Despite being told by various sources that it wasn't right to ask a person you've just met and likely not made a great first impression to about their history, especially if they were a neko. Most of them had pretty horrible tales, but Aster found comfort in swapping stories with others. It was another way he dealt with his past other than alcohol abuse, but it was one he didn't indulge in often as many felt it was too personal.