Psychotic Rat Central
Wit scrambled through the darkness of the streets in Damacia. He sniffed around, searching through the trash for anything that he could find useful. He scratched at the dumpster and started shuffling through it. Another scent entered his nostrils, "Who's there?" He spoke quickly and worriedly. He sounded surprised.

shellofdemacia:

psychoticrat:

shellofdemacia:

Geraldine stepped out of the shadows, a dark cloak hiding her cloths and most of her face. She chuckled and waved a pale hand to the creature. “Find anything in that families trash?” she asked casually, hoping not to frightened him more that he was.

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Wit shrugged, “They have what they have, whether it be a dump pile or a can to dump stuff in.” His ears flattened. “You mean, this is your trash?” He chuckled. Wit immediately started scanning for possible escape routes. He saw a sewage grate. He could climb up the nearby wall. He could toss down a smoke bomb. He did so nonchalantly, as if nothing were wrong. “I certainly hope you don’t mind.” He smiled warmly. “I’ll leave if it’s bugging you, but if I’m not, could I stay for a while longer? I haven’t found what I’m looking for.”

Geraldine shook her head, her platinum hair shining a bit in the moonlight. “I don’t mind, It’s mostly my mother’s stuff  anyway, You’d only find wine bottles and unfulfilled high expectations in there.” She smirked at her attempt of a joke. “Go ahead, Another mans trash is another man-er rat’s treasure. If you’re looking for scrap metal or wires, try the left bag, it’s my brother and he likes tinker.”

Wit smiled, “Oh, thank you, miss!” He let out a breath of relief. He started to rummage through her brother’s trash. “Thanks again. I normally find wires and such in here. This is the first place I go to when I’m visiting Damacia.” Wit chuckled warmly while he sifted through, “What brings you out here at this time of night?”

"Greetings Tristana. I was wondering if I could erm..." He scratched the back of his head, "If you had some free time?" He chuckled warmly, "My name is Wit, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I always see you fight in the league and I'm a really huge fan." He held out a hand, speaking rather quickly.

tristana-megling-gunner:

psychoticrat:

tristana-megling-gunner:

"Uh, hello?" Looking at the white rat before her, she was a little unaccustomed to rats. Like Twitch.. "Are you related to Twitch by any chance?" She raised a brow as she asked the question to the rat named Wit.

Wit smiled, then frowned at her reaction, “Yeah. It’s one of the negatives that comes along with being famous. People know everything about you. I could never do what you do.” Wit gave another warm smile and sighed. “Sorry, this must be quite awkward for you. Anyway, what’s it like in Bandle City? I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard quite a bit about it. I was planning on visiting, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be welcome there.”

She shrugged at his question, not like she lived anywhere else to compare. “I guess you’d have to try and see for yourself, but I like it very much here. Don’t think you’d have any problem with having a small vacation here or so, could be fun for ya.” 

Wit smiled, “Fantastic! I’ll have to do that now… Kroz would love it there.” Wit trailed off and let out a happy sigh. “Well, I do hope that you continue on with whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted you.” He nodded his head, “Good day, Tristana. Thank you for being so kind.” Wit smiled warmly and started off towards a sewage grate.

Wit scrambled through the darkness of the streets in Damacia. He sniffed around, searching through the trash for anything that he could find useful. He scratched at the dumpster and started shuffling through it. Another scent entered his nostrils, "Who's there?" He spoke quickly and worriedly. He sounded surprised.

shellofdemacia:

shellofdemacia:

Geraldine stepped out of the shadows, a dark cloak hiding her cloths and most of her face. She chuckled and waved a pale hand to the creature. “Find anything in that families trash?” she asked casually, hoping not to frightened him more that he was.

A small chuckle escaped from the hood, she watched the creature closely before pulling it down, revealing the rest of her face. “Oh no, I don’t care for taxidermy, though I’m sure others do, Good thing you’re not shifting through dumpsters in Freljord, But I’m not exactly sure if they have dumbsters…” she trailed off walking over to the knife he tossed away, picking it up and examining it with a small smirk. “Odd, I don’t remember this.” dropping the knife once again she looked up and down the ally. “As a matter of fact, I don’t see creatures like you around this city very much at all.”

Wit shrugged, “They have what they have, whether it be a dump pile or a can to dump stuff in.” His ears flattened. “You mean, this is your trash?” He chuckled. Wit immediately started scanning for possible escape routes. He saw a sewage grate. He could climb up the nearby wall. He could toss down a smoke bomb. He did so nonchalantly, as if nothing were wrong. “I certainly hope you don’t mind.” He smiled warmly. “I’ll leave if it’s bugging you, but if I’m not, could I stay for a while longer? I haven’t found what I’m looking for.”

"Greetings, reptilian. I'm very aware of how you're so... hostile towards Nasus. What if I told you that I know of a way to- Nevermind." He chuckled, "You don't want to hear a rodent's ideas."

enraged-butcher:

psychoticrat:

enraged-butcher:

"Hmm?" Normally he wouldn’t care about what some rat would say, but , for some reason, he decided to let this one speak. "A way to what?"

Wit gave a warm smile, “Bend him to your will. Stop him from running. Make him do what you want him to do. Fight.” He spoke nonchalantly and kept a kind appearance.

"And what makes you so sure that you know how to get him to fight me?"

Wit sighed, “You really don’t know how the mutt thinks, do you? The key is not getting him mad, but getting him to do something stupid and selfless. Do you know of any loved ones he cares for? I can easily convince him to come that way, or I could simply slip a few drugs in his next drink and drag him to you. There’s also the way of feigning injury. He still does love you, does he not?”

Wit scrambled through the darkness of the streets in Damacia. He sniffed around, searching through the trash for anything that he could find useful. He scratched at the dumpster and started shuffling through it. Another scent entered his nostrils, "Who's there?" He spoke quickly and worriedly. He sounded surprised.

shellofdemacia:

Geraldine stepped out of the shadows, a dark cloak hiding her cloths and most of her face. She chuckled and waved a pale hand to the creature. “Find anything in that families trash?” she asked casually, hoping not to frightened him more that he was.

He didn’t relax even though it was a female. Females were just as deadly as males. Wit’s ears flicked back as he looked at the woman. He analyzed her, looking her up and down. She was hiding herself, outside at a rather late time and spoke casually. Either she wasn’t supposed to be out at this time, or she was trying to trick him. Wit raised an eyebrow and smiled warmly, his ears flipping forwards, “Oh, no. Nothing yet. You startled me. I thought you were going to pop out and skin me alive or something.” He chuckled and continued to rummage through the trash. “What brings you out this late to a dumpster? Rather unusual to find a…” He sniffed the air. Wit could smell the void on her. His ears flicked back again. This made him nervous. He pulled a knife out of his pocket, pretending he found it in the dumpster. “One of these in these dumpsters…” He tossed the knife away and continued rummaging. He avoided eye contact.

"Greetings, reptilian. I'm very aware of how you're so... hostile towards Nasus. What if I told you that I know of a way to- Nevermind." He chuckled, "You don't want to hear a rodent's ideas."

enraged-butcher:

"Hmm?" Normally he wouldn’t care about what some rat would say, but , for some reason, he decided to let this one speak. "A way to what?"

Wit gave a warm smile, “Bend him to your will. Stop him from running. Make him do what you want him to do. Fight.” He spoke nonchalantly and kept a kind appearance.

"Greetings Tristana. I was wondering if I could erm..." He scratched the back of his head, "If you had some free time?" He chuckled warmly, "My name is Wit, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I always see you fight in the league and I'm a really huge fan." He held out a hand, speaking rather quickly.

tristana-megling-gunner:

psychoticrat:

tristana-megling-gunner:

"Uh, hello?" Looking at the white rat before her, she was a little unaccustomed to rats. Like Twitch.. "Are you related to Twitch by any chance?" She raised a brow as she asked the question to the rat named Wit.

Wit shook his head, “Oh, heavens no! That smelly sociopath and I have no relations at all.” He chuckled, still smiling warmly, “Stereotypes ruin everything.” He blinked a couple times and continued smiling. “I’ve read your lore and I was fascinated by it. Could you perhaps tell me what it was like getting to where you are today?”

"Oh, makes things easier I guess." She said shaking his hand now that she knew it’s was non-twitchified. "People read about me?" Sure it was nice with a little fame but sometimes she didn’t like people knowing too much about her. 

"I guess work hard? I mean my job helped a lot on where I am today." Unsure what to say more as it was slightly awkward situation to talk about.

Wit smiled, then frowned at her reaction, “Yeah. It’s one of the negatives that comes along with being famous. People know everything about you. I could never do what you do.” Wit gave another warm smile and sighed. “Sorry, this must be quite awkward for you. Anyway, what’s it like in Bandle City? I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard quite a bit about it. I was planning on visiting, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be welcome there.”

"Greetings Tristana. I was wondering if I could erm..." He scratched the back of his head, "If you had some free time?" He chuckled warmly, "My name is Wit, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I always see you fight in the league and I'm a really huge fan." He held out a hand, speaking rather quickly.

tristana-megling-gunner:

"Uh, hello?" Looking at the white rat before her, she was a little unaccustomed to rats. Like Twitch.. "Are you related to Twitch by any chance?" She raised a brow as she asked the question to the rat named Wit.

Wit shook his head, “Oh, heavens no! That smelly sociopath and I have no relations at all.” He chuckled, still smiling warmly, “Stereotypes ruin everything.” He blinked a couple times and continued smiling. “I’ve read your lore and I was fascinated by it. Could you perhaps tell me what it was like getting to where you are today?”

A few months after the incident, Kroz slowly came from the sewers. He went to Peter's house and tapped on the boy's window with his claw. He waited nervously outside. It was raining. Kroz liked the rain. He looked quite scared and nervous.

nextgenrobin:

psychoticrat:

nextgenrobin:

nextgenrobin:

Peter had been in the middle of drawing up some plans when he heard a small knock at his window. Strange he wasn’t expecting any company. Slowly he slipped his hand into the first drawer grabbing the small tazer he had been working on the last two weeks. Walking cautiously to the window, Peter slipped his sleeve over the device. Pulling back the curtain, Peter’s eyes widen in shock only to be taken over by anger. “It’s you!” he hissed eying the monster standing before him.

Peter was a little surprised when he saw the creature back away. His voice hadn’t been that loud was it? Still he was angry so he wasn’t going to let himself feel bad for the guy. Not when he let Wit escape so he would do god only knows what. Peter blinked in surprise however when the monster actually apologized to him. Okay now he was getting confused. Giving him a look Peter asked still on edge “why do you want to know that?” His stance grew tighter thinking that Wit was trying to send a spy on him. Wouldn’t surprise him in the least.

Kroz got on eye level with Peter. He wrapped a tentacle around his own neck nervously. He couldn’t keep it still. “I just… dad hurts people and… you seemed nice and…” Kroz obviously couldn’t converse well. “You’re good. Right?” He mumbled.

Peter raised an eyebrow at this stuttering monster’s statements. Why would he ask him something like that? “If you mean I try to help people and keep them safe then yes I guess.” Honestly he wasn’t sure sometimes how effective he was as a hero. Peter hoped that he was doing a good job and able to make a difference. Giving the monster a suspicious look he decided to ask his own question. “Why do you want to know?

Kroz continued to avoid eye contact. “I saw how hurt and upset you were when… you know…” Kroz started to clamber away. “Dad wants me to make friends with you, but I don’t want to. You’re…” He didnt seem to want to speak anymore. His words were forced and he spoke quietly. “You’re scary.” Kroz ducked down and scrambled to the ground.

A few months after the incident, Kroz slowly came from the sewers. He went to Peter's house and tapped on the boy's window with his claw. He waited nervously outside. It was raining. Kroz liked the rain. He looked quite scared and nervous.

nextgenrobin:

psychoticrat:

nextgenrobin:

Peter had been in the middle of drawing up some plans when he heard a small knock at his window. Strange he wasn’t expecting any company. Slowly he slipped his hand into the first drawer grabbing the small tazer he had been working on the last two weeks. Walking cautiously to the window, Peter slipped his sleeve over the device. Pulling back the curtain, Peter’s eyes widen in shock only to be taken over by anger. “It’s you!” he hissed eying the monster standing before him.

Kroz cowered a bit and tried to hide back from the wall, but seeing as how he was blatantly out in the open, Kroz simply avoided eye contact and shriveled a bit. He wrapped his tentacle around his claw arm nervously, trying to close off his body. “S-sorry.” Kroz stammered. “I-I just w-wanted to make sure you were healing…” He started to slide away, “If you don’t want me here I-I can leave. I understand.” He looked more worried than anything.

Peter was a little surprised when he saw the creature back away. His voice hadn’t been that loud was it? Still he was angry so he wasn’t going to let himself feel bad for the guy. Not when he let Wit escape so he would do god only knows what. Peter blinked in surprise however when the monster actually apologized to him. Okay now he was getting confused. Giving him a look Peter asked still on edge “why do you want to know that?” His stance grew tighter thinking that Wit was trying to send a spy on him. Wouldn’t surprise him in the least.

Kroz got on eye level with Peter. He wrapped a tentacle around his own neck nervously. He couldn’t keep it still. “I just… dad hurts people and… you seemed nice and…” Kroz obviously couldn’t converse well. “You’re good. Right?” He mumbled.