revenance_rpg | Everyone...meet Bert.

WHO: Ziva and whoever ends up running into her...and Bert.
WHERE: Near the Sandlot in Twilight Town... You know, big open areas.
WHAT: Ziva has a Meowjesty...named after Abby's hippo.
WHEN: Twilight? (A few days after the MoI adventure)
Warnings: Ziva, a Meowjesty, and her other spirits. There's probably going to be trouble.

Going to talk to Steve, Ziva had been able to put together the pieces from one of her winnings from the party. She'd been...surprised...to say the least when she found out exactly what a Meowjesty was. And it didn't help that Fluffy started doing his version of snickering when the new spirit appeared. Ziva just sighed, shook her head, and took her newest spirit (who she had named Bert) out of Traverse Town and over to the Sandlot, where there would be more room to figure out what it could do.

The three of them had been taking out some of the Nightmares in the area...and that was mostly Bert, as Fluffy and Ziva watched from a safe distance. (Neither of them wanted to get in his way, really.) It didn't take long for most of them to disappear, and she clapped, watching as the giant spirit ran back to where they were standing, before licking her like a dog would. And Fluffy just laughed again, causing Bert to try to lick him too.

"Taste of your own medicine, brat." She said, laughing as Fluffy tried to shake off the remnants of Bert's friendly 'attack', then fly off towards the other end. Bert seemed to pause, looking towards Fluffy, then back at her a couple of times. "What? He wants to play tag. Go!" He didn't move, except to motion towards her, a bench, and his back. Then she understood. "You want me to climb up then?" She used the bench as a boost before climbing up on the spirit's back.... And then he took off at full speed, causing her to almost fall before she managed to grab hold of enough fur to keep from ending up on the ground again.

The chase was on, it seems.

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He returned the smile, breathing a silent sigh of relief. He hadn't actually expected to be able to head that fight off at the pass, so things right now were going better than he'd hoped. "You're welcome. Glad he comes in handy."

That's a good thing, right? "I have a healing unit and a potion. I'm fine."

"First off: I was the one who caused it. Second: I am your girlfriend, I am allowed to worry about you. It is in the job description." And she would, ok?

"He could have seriously injured you. And then Ienzo's sat on you." A wonderful girlfriend she was, really.

"No, your Meowjesty caused it. They do have minds of their own, you know." He offered her a small smile to soften the words. "And you are allowed to worry about me. What you're not allowed to do is beat yourself up over it." He simply ignored the hypocrisy that statement carried, as usual.

"But he didn't. Neither of them did. And that's exactly what the armor's for." Well, okay, it wasn't exactly for Meowjesties, but it was supposed to lessen the blow of larger injuries. It had certainly done that today.

"Yes, but I did not have to encourage him to go chasing after Fluffy." Which she had, in her own way. At his commentary about beating herself over it, she glanced over, giving him that look. "I will not, if you do not. Deal?" Agent Pot, meet Special Agent Kettle.

"I doubt your armor was designed for giant cat-dogs to go running you over. Unless things went really crazy."

"And I didn't have to go walking down that particular street, but this isn't getting us anywhere." Wash shut up pretty quickly at that proposition. She was catching on to him. "Deal," he finally replied.

"No, but it was designed for high impacts and the vacuum of space. I'm pretty sure it can stand up to a giant Meow Wow."

He was right, they weren't really getting anywhere with the conversation. She sighed and glanced over at him when he agreed. She would probably have her moments, but he didn't need to know about them.

"Well, you will not have to worry about the giant Meow Wow much. He is probably terrified of Melody at this point."

That deal wasn't going to last forever - Wash knew he'd have times when he quietly tore himself to pieces, but as long as he didn't do it in front of anybody, then Ziva didn't have to know. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

...okay, that line of thinking was dangerously inaccurate, but that wasn't about to stop Wash.

"And she's probably pretty proud of that."

Melody meowed in affirmation. You bet she was!

One of them would probably break at some point, it was too much in Ziva's nature to worry about the people she cared for, Wash included.

She laughed and moved to scratch at Melody's ears. "Sounds like she is. Just do not flat out attack him on sight, please?"

Melody purred and kneaded Ziva's leg appreciatively. Maaaaaybe.

"Melody." Wash knew the cat well enough by now to know he'd need to get a straight answer, even if he couldn't really understand it. Body language worked well enough sometimes.

Melody stopped kneading Ziva's leg and yowled. Butbutbut-

"Melody."

The yowling stopped abruptly and Melody dropped down, resting her head on her paws and meowing grumpily.

"That better have been a yes."

The only response was another short, grumpy meow.

Wash looked over at Ziva. "She won't."

Ziva chuckled as she watched the exchange between Wash and Melody, before patting the cat on the head. She watched as Ducky reached over and pat Melody too, as if commiserating with her.

"I appreciate it."

Everyone...meet Bert.

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