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Who: Little Cato
What: Not-quite-adjusting to the Pole
Where: All around the Pole
When: In the days after the Memorial
Warnings/Notes: mild mention of child cruelty/imprisonment

[Little Cato hangs back from the Memorial, hiding in some rafters on the Pole side and watching it through the door. He wants to pay his respects but...]

[He's also the reason a few myths didn't walk out of that facility. Even if they tried to kill him he doesn't want to face anyone that might look like they're grieving them.]

[Beyond that, he stays away from people at first. He knows that he's possibly safe now. He's had this happen before - being freed from imprisonment and losing the only person he knew. Being trapped in a place with strangers. The last time that happened, it worked out about as well as it possibly could. He found a crew, people willing to fight against the Lord Commander and the monsters he was allied with. He met good people like Quinn, Nightfall, HUE, and Mooncake.]

[He met his second dad. Who loves him. Who was willing to be shot at to try to convince him to stay, and was willing to walk into hell for him in Invictus' lair. And - unlike, Avocato, who claimed the same thing, and did the same thing - who hasn't failed him the way his other father has.]

[But it feels awfully lucky to have had the same thing happen twice. Imprisonment, cruel treatment, being rescued, being surrounded by good people. They reassured him over the comms, and it almost took, but his life hasn't been easy, and recently, his trust has been broken. Before, he might have taken it at face value, thanks to the rescue.]

[Now? Now he knows that even the man who raised him could lie to his face. For his entire life.]

[Still, even though it feels dangerous to stay, he knows it's not safe to leave. Not with Prometheus out there. So he waits and he watches, hiding in crawlspaces and crawling through the rafters. Sneaking through rooms to grab food or useful things and scampering away when someone looks in his direction. He's waiting to see if someone chases him, tries to capture or hurt him. He's watching how the group treats each other and any myths brought there to heal.]

[Basically, he needs to figure out the vibes. Vibes are important. The group at least passes his passive vibe-checks, seemingly being kind to each other, helping heal the injured, rescued myths, and sending them home. But he still needs more than that. So he decides the situation needs some active vibe-checking, too. If he vibe-checks people and they still don't react really strongly, if they show patience, maybe it means they're okay.]

[So he starts a series of slightly annoying behavior. Some people will see a grubby paw reach over the edge of a table and steal food off their plate or knock over their glass. Others might have something small and mostly unimportant stolen to see how they react. (He'll leave it out for them to find later.)]

[Each time, he scurries off to hide in the interconnected crawlspaces that can be found in some places or might hide in darkness of the rafters nearby to see what the person will do. They'll at least be able to see the eyeshine of two eyes. He might even talk back for a while, depending on what they say. For any that are the types to hide in crawlspaces or hang out in the rafters, they might get the jump on him but he won't hurt them, maybe just back away and hiss at them in surprise. The situation might need to be defused.]

[In some cases, he takes the vibe-checking to it's inevitable conclusion. After seeing the Elves testing out certain toys, he steals one. From the rafters or the shadows, they'll hear him call out:]

Vibe-check! Checkin' the vibes!

[And then high-velocity NERF balls will come pelting at them. How they react to that will definitely tell him about their vibes.]
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Who: Little Cato, Hellboy, and Bones
What: An unpleasant meeting between the problem prisoners
Where: A Project Prometheus base
When: Around the same time as Valentine's Event
Warnings/Notes: Imprisonment, guards being assholes, child endangerment, some other CWs will be added as needed.

Unfortunately not everyone gets a warm welcome to the Guardians' universe. Project Prometheus, a secret human organization dedicated to studying, controlling, and destroying myths, manages to ambush a few of the new myths. Their capture is quick, quiet, and almost impossible to fight due to the magical dust they use to knock them out.

And then they're stuck in a nightmare of metal and concrete walls, a sterile secret base where the Promethean agents do their sinister work. In some rooms of the base there are magical artifacts, safely locked away, studied to figure out new methods to fight myths and to destroy magic. In others, sinister experiments are done on captured myths.

These two have been lucky so far. They're being merely kept imprisoned for now, for containment and future study. Buuuut they've become a bit of a problem.

And the guards have decided the best way to deal with several problems is to cram them together and hope they're problems to each other. That way they're a little too distracted to keep up their shenanigans.

The bands around their necks, inscribed with mystical marks, block any of the powers they may have gained upon being changed into myths. They'll have dampened Hellboy's natural strength. Their hands are in shackles, magically reinforced so Hellboy can't break them. The shackles have chains that are attached to a strange floating metallic orb overhead. It moves along at a quick pace, almost too fast for walking speed. No amount of pulling can slow down its progress. It drags them along, leading them through the halls towards their inexorable end point.

Three armed guards usher them along.

"You two wanted to be problems? Then you're going to get treated like problems. So you're going to where we put one of our other problems and I promise you, you're not going to like it."

Another guard sneers. "You're both going to get a new roomie. The Beast is a real friendly little guy." He nods to another guard with bandages all over his face. "You can just ask my buddy over there."

The orb stops before a heavy prison door.

The first guards goes on, "After what it did to the Fomori and grindylows we threw in there, you'll have yourselves a bit of a handful."

The guards step back and a metal wall shoots out of the floor creating a sort of airlock for the prison they're about to enter. Hellboy and Bones will be there for a minute or two as the guards finish the digital prisoner transfer checklist.

Fun way to meet a new person, right?

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