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[h1][color=85C1E9]Lucky[/color][/h1][url=https://orig00.deviantart.net/6fd8/f/2013/259/b/3/cat_by_bayardwu-d6mj96t.jpg]♥[/url]
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And so it was as she predicted; the aerial behemoth turned around and made its descent. It gathered speed, targeting those that seemingly began to collect where the masked being with the drippy box stood. And once more she felt it. The invading mind 'waves' of a Programmer. The bandaged hand went to her temple as if clutching at her head could somehow physically aid the defenses of her mind—suddenly the wall behind her collapsed, sending the beam she stood upon bolt upright. The result was the swift and singular ammo-launching motion of a catapult; Lucky by default was its ammo. 

The cat-girl shrieked out loudly. Reason in part was the utter shock of being tossed like a stone from a giant’s hand, but the main reason was that Dotsies was no longer in her grasp. 

[color=6ecff6]“Dotsies!! The hell ya playin’ at girlie?! Why ya jump away from me?!”[/color] Big baby blues grew even bigger as she saw her bestest bud, all claws extracted in full glory, leaping towards the giant spined behemoth.[color=6ecff6][b] "[i]Are ye mad?! [/i][/b]Ya can’ts take on the livin’ vessel on yer lonesome, girlie!!" [/color]

The behemoth somehow seemed to notice the white fluffy thing, regally posed for all eternity, toppling head over heels towards it. Truly it was non-plussed, but a moments lapse was just enough to distract it from completely annihilating Stone and Cradle. 

Towards a ruined spire was Lucky headed, and she managed to contort her body round till she found the right position to catch a loose railing and save her life. Big eyes narrowed in great concentration, yet darted this way and that to figure out the route to descend safely to the ground and find her bestest bud. A curt nod she gave to herself; she had found the path.

Both arms stretched out but only one caught the railing. Had she caught the railing with both hands, she would have managed to swing her trajectory to another buildings errant metal beam. Instead she only managed to start her body flipping head over heels, wildly out of control and towards another building that was missing two of its four walls. Earning her namesake, Lucky the cat-girl flew through an open window and got caught up in old, tattered yet thick drapes, bounced off the floor once, twice and then over the edge she flew. Literally. She fought to untangle herself from the drapes and ended up fluffing out a parachute-type of contraption. She floated for a while then of course, the tearing sound invaded her ears, signifying her doom to fall once more. She shrieked as she plummeted to her death.

But once more, the drapes saved her life. A horizontal metal sign post caught the fabric and effectively slowed her descent. So effective that she actually was yanked back up as the post did not break but bent as a fishermans rod would as a fish would struggle against the hook then escape, sending the rod bowing in the opposite direction. [i][b]Boing!![/b][/i] A final flail. A twisting of the body in mid-air. A four-point landing. Judges would score an average of 9.8 out of 10 for such a performance. Lucky merely stood and brushed off a shoulder.
 
[color=6ecff6]“Meh. But meant to do that, did this lass..” [/color]a cocky sideways jerk of the head she gave then she blew two sets of kisses to the phantoms and ghosts in the audience before her. 

But with all seriousness upon her face now, she knelt down, extracted her claws and shred a section of the drapery for her collection. Never did she ever leave behind a keepsake of her ‘moments of acrobatic prowess.’ Suddenly she perked up and slowly rose to a standing position. Vertical pupils in blue eyes dilated. The waves seeking to drown her thoughts had ended… and the music had returned! Of course! It was what the stranger needed for them to ‘put back.’

[color=6ecff6]“…[i]for music soothes the soul of even the most savage of beasts…! [/i]Oh! And speakin’ o’ beasts… where  be that ill-begotten white-furred girlie gone to now…? Dots!! [b]DOTSIES!![/b][/color]”

As the cat-girl wandered over to the others gathered near the masked being with the drippy box, a four-legged thing scampered past her, obviously terror stricken and running aimlessly in panic. Normally, Lucky would have drawn her claws, pounced and made a meal of it. Instead she just took a swipe at it. No, it was not a killing blow. Rather, it was to snatch the fuzzy, white, eternally regally posed feline that somehow got caught up in its rigging upon its back. [color=6ecff6]“Oi! You there, girlie! Whatcha’ playin’ for with that… that ‘waddling thing?’  Dots, ya mad, mad beastie! Don’t ya ever dare leap from me again! Ya don’t mess 'round with those behemoths nor d'ya play with stranger waddling beasties, ya hear’s this here lass?! Don’t never do that again!”[/color]

A final wag of a finger, then suddenly her expression softened she thrust Dotsie to her cheek and embraced her tight. [color=6ecff6]“Aye, girlie, aye... I be done with me upsets. Awwwww… I missed ya too, girlie… oh and aye and again aye. Let’s go to the others then and check up on the Big Fella…”   [/color]  

Lucky would have missed the initial intro and the doughnut offer but she still sauntered into their midst regardless, black tail swishing casually from neath her cloak. Should the Witnessed Day be in the gathering, Lucky would saunter over to him and stand by his side. One arm would be properly bandaged and Dotsies would be strapped to her hip. The H.O.B.O. device would be in her non-bandaged hand in full display. For some reason she thought that this would signify that she meant no harm and she also thought this was how she would show her ticket to board the living vessel. 

[color=6ecff6]“Ahoy there and well met then, ya fine folks here,”[/color] a small smile and a polite nod she cast them, [color=6ecff6]“If I am to introduce meself then I must means ya no harms atall then. Aye, so introduce meself, I will, fine folks. I be to meet with an esteemed and established owner of a proud vessel. And it be for prime employment aboard the livin’ sky vessel of one Mister Cap’n Gilby. And I am to be called ‘Lucky’ if it pleases ya...” [/color]