Power Swap: Don't Kill The Kitty [Open]

[Sloane Deveraux]

Being genuinely happy felt a little odd to Sloane. Especially when that feeling came from being in a working relationship. Sure, Hart and her hadn't actually defined their relationship properly but it had been four months since they first started dating and they seemed even more comfortable with each other.

And boy was she happy.

It didn't, of course, deter her from playing her bad cop routine so that was why she was patrolling the lake for any troublemakers. Ever since those two teenagers stole the boat, the police station had been on high alert for any suspicious behaviour in the lake.

It was a little overboard but Sloane believed that prevention is definitely better than the cure.

She refrained from pressing on her radio to talk to Hart because who knows who would be hearing her being all mushy with her...dating person.

And then came the thoughts. Again.

That morning, she wondered why she was suddenly bombarded by her roommates' voices because they seldom spoke. Not this loudly and this candidly either. Addison especially. She was a tad weird but she didn't usually express how weird she was...vocally. And Thomas, Thomas was more of a...he was an enigma that talked a lot but most of what he spoke about didn't actually permeate through Sloane's walls.

She couldn't remember if she had stolen someone's power from last night so this new-found power was definitely a nuisance.

Glaring down a speccy spotted teen who was checking out her ass in her uniform with his lewd comment about how a quarter would probably bounce back hard if it hit her, Sloane adjusted her belt that held her baton and her stun gun. The boy got the message and walked off with his head down low.

A far off thought caught her mind. It was more of a whisper and she frowned slightly. Out of context, it really sounded like someone was trying to cause a lot of trouble near the park. She couldn't quite make out where the thought was coming from but she headed in the park's direction anyway, looking around for where the thought came from but she couldn't find anything or anyone remotely resembling the thought wave.

Where was Dr. Neville when she needed him?

Sloane's hand itched to touch her stun gun, more out of comfort than anything. She trekked her way to the thought as it grew louder.

"Okay come on, who wants to throw the kitten in the lake?" She yelled out.

[Feivel Silverstein]

This... was not something Feivel was prepared to deal with. When he'd woken up this morning, his wings were gone. Not folded into is back. Not under his skin, giving him a hunchback. Just....gone.

And Feivel didn't even have Gideon to talk to. His brother had moved out months ago to live on someone else's couch and help her repaint her house or something. But he'd disappeared soon after to travel again. He'd kept in touch pretty regularly, so Fives wasn't worried worried. But he did wish his twin had stuck around long enough for this. He wasn't used to not having his power, and he even missed getting teased about literally.

To deal with it, he'd decided to go for a run. By the time he'd reached the lake, the endorphins had hit and he wasn't feeling quite so bad. The wind was unusually strong for such a clear day, but he was feeling okay. He'd never been able to get Giddy to run with him regularly, so he was used to doing this on his own.

The journalist usually went into his head and zoned out, ignoring whatever was going on around him as he kept his pace steady. Very little was able to get through, but hearing a woman shouting about throwing a kitten into a lake did.

Because that was horrible. And even though he didn't particularly like cats, he'd bring one to the shelter if the alternative was it being drowned.

He stopped short and looked around, finally spotting the police officer a ways ahead. He called out to her, "Excuse me, did you just ask about kitten?"

[Sloane Deveraux]

Sloane looked around with narrowed eyes but nobody seemed to have even heard her until a deep voice startled her into turning sharply around. Like the voice wasn't enough to startle her but she was suddenly staring at the sternum of a very, very, very tall man. Her eyes went up, up and up.

Suddenly threatened by the tall man, she took a step back and glared at him. "Are you the one with the devious intentions against a poor defenseless kitten?" She asked, standing up to her full height...which barely grazed the top of his chest. "Because I'm pretty sure killing a domestic animal in public or in private is a felony."

[Feivel Silverstein]

Feivel backed up too. He'd known he could intimidate people just by standing up since he was in high school. So whenever someone--especially women--backed away from him, he usually did the same. And without his butterfly wings, he was probably looking a bit more intimating than usual.

But he stopped trying to be intimidating when the police officer accused him of wanting to kill a kitten. "Hey! What are you talking about? I stopped because I heard you shouting."

The journalist looked down at what he was wearing: running shoes, shorts, and a teeshirt. If it had been him, it would be obvious the cat was well on its way to freedom by now. "Unless she thinks I'm hiding it in my shorts." Feivel thought, and took another step back.

"I swear, I wasn't doing anything. I was just going for a run."

[Sloane Deveraux]

When the man moved, Sloane didn't have to crane her neck so much. But it didn't change the fact that she had to at all. She was a decent size. For a lady. But being a tiny cop doesn't do well for her. Not in the least.

"Yeah, well...next time, try and not look too-" she paused when his thoughts went directly at her. Her eyes went down to his pants before she shook her head. "Yeah, like I'm actually going to search your pants for the kitty. You perv." Sloane rolled her eyes and hitched her belt up.

"Wait...you look familiar." She stared at him a little longer, before placing him. "Yeah, you're from Hammel aren't you?" Sloane asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Yeah. You had a twin. Or...maybe you had duplication. Or something."

Sloane heard the thought again and turned around to see anyone eyeing kittens suspiciously. Nobody was and she was starting to think this was a prank by another meta. "By definition alone, you're lying to me about not doing anything. You're going for a run, you are doing something. Are you trying to lie to a cop?"

[Feivel Silverstein]

"What? I didn't say that!" Feivel blushed a bit, embarrassed that she'd heard this thought--though he was pretty sure it sounded absurd in his head and not at all kinky--and crossed his arms. He couldn't stop himself from thinking, "What a bitch."

After she'd plucked the most awkward of thoughts out of his head, he'd picked up on her being meta. He was a little surprised to be remembered without his wings, but six foot four twins probably stood out...

Oh fuck. She probably thought he was Gideon.

If his brother had been around when he'd lost his power, he would have realized that there now was nothing distinguishing the two of them. And if she had reason to remember Giddy, she probably had good reason to be suspicious of him. It was actually a little impressive how much his brother was able to mess with him when he wasn't even in the same country.

"I...no, I'm not lying. I meant I wasn't doing anything wrong!" Obviously. He'd only approached after she'd started yelling about kittens, and if he was planning on drowning one, he would have run in the other direction.

"And if you remember me from Hammel, I'm Feivel. The good twin. The one with the wings." The ones he conveniently couldn't show.

[Sloane Deveraux]

"You didn't have to say it, bub. Stupid telepathy is making me hear all sorts of-" Sloane was once again paused mid-monologue because of the man's thoughts. She scoffed. "It's really too bad police brutality is frowned upon in many states because you calling me a bitch deeefinitely deserves at least a slap."

As Sloane listened to his attempts at saving himself, she rolled her eyes and shifted her weight over to one foot.

"Yeah, sure. Where are the wings, buster?" She grabbed the other guy's arm and turned him around to see the wings. "Yeah, you're that guy aren't you?" She responded vaguely. She didn't remember a lot of people in Hammel because she'd been such a reserved person back then, a complete opposite of how she was now. But she knew she would remember someone with wings. She did remember twins, younger than her by a few years, and this man looked exactly like one of them.

[Feivel Silverstein]

Feivel couldn't believe this woman. He should have just run by in the first place and ignored her shouting. Now he was being threatened, and he really didn't want to deal with it on the day he lost his wings. The wind picked up around him as he responded, "I just thought it and you can't do anything about what I think. But I can report you for threatening me, so leave me alone."

He pulled his arm away from the police officer roughly and scowled down at her. Not cool. "I woke up this morning and they were gone. I've got enough to deal with today other than your harassment. So if you're done with that, I'm going to go."

[Sloane Deveraux]

"Leave you alone? Really?" Sloane laughed derisively. "You're the one who stopped and asked me about the kitten. How else was I supposed to react?"

No, the thought of maybe being a nice cop and asking him things politely did not cross her mind. And what was up with the wind?

When he pulled away roughly, she held both her hands up in defense. The man was twice her size, if he wanted, she would have been on the ground in a second. Not that she would let him though.

But at his confession to waking up with the weirdness, she frowned and shrugged. "I wasn't harassing you. I was merely curious as to why you would even respond to someone calling out a potential kitty murder. And fine. Go. I need to find this sick person anyway. Keep on the look out too. You may not like me but if you had any humanity in you, you won't let an ass kill a kitten."

[Feivel Silverstein]

Feivel couldn't believe her. If Gideon were around, he'd probably be calling her a crazy bitch out loud, as opposed to just in his head. "I stopped and asked because you were shouting about one!"

He did feel a little guilty when she held up her hands. His Mom had raised him better than to threaten a woman on purpose and he knew his size could be intimidating.

"I won't, ma'am, I swear." Not that he would have let that happen anyway, but he wanted to get away from the crazy police officer as soon as humanly possible. At least before she accused him of animal cruelty again. Feivel backed up, then turned and headed back to the running trail.

He was going to keep an eye out for anyone with a cat.

(Wrap?)

[Sloane Deveraux]

Sloane rolled her eyes at the man and nodded when he assured her that he will keep on the lookout.

"Good on you. And don't respond to those kinds of calls anymore. You don't know what people would think!" She called out before turning around and continuing her search.

[Wrap!]