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[ There have been enough of these attacks at this point that Peter's aware that something's going wrong here in the castle. Several of the attacks have been conveniently recorded for him to look back on, a mention of a demon cat showing up a couple days ago. Typical Paradisa behavior as far as Peter is concerned.

That wasn't to say he didn't want to help out, or that he wasn't slowly slinking across the outer walls of the castle now, about five feet above the ground. He was still going to patrol and try to keep people safe, even if it sounds like some weird, furry abomination was on the loose. It just meant that Peter didn't feel like he could be surprised of even scared by this turn of events.

Well, at least he didn't think he could be scared. As the bushes too the left of him rustle and he freezes in spot, turning his head to watch something more mismatched flesh than fuzz at this point drag itself out of the bushes. It's eyes fix on him. Human eyes, but there's some unnerving, inhuman quality about them.

Looks like he found what he's been searching for.

Peter slips off the wall, pulling out his journal and flipping it open to a blank page, leaning over to place in on the ground near the wall. He's hoping someone overhears this conversation and comes quick, because he's got the feeling this thing is going to put up a lot more of a fight than it looks like it has any right to be able to. ]

Hey little guy. Little... whatever you are. It looks like you've got something that doesn't belong to you, so how about you and me just go inside and work on giving those back.

[ It tilts is head to the side, watching him creep forward. Watches Peter twist his wrist around, two fingers against his palm as he gets those webshooters ready. But for as fast as Peter is, the cat's faster, and having lost his Spider sense on arrival at the castle he never sees it coming.

There's a loud yell from Peter as the cat launches itself at him, the sound of ripping fabric, and then another discomforting sound as the cat steals itself a brand new set of feet.

The bushes rustle again as it flees from the seen of the crime, and the only sound that can be heard through the journal is Peter's heavy breathing as everything that just happened slowly begins to sink in. ]

No... No. Dammit! NO! This can't be happening!

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[She can't believe he's this stupid. Oh well time to go bail him out. It's not like she's worried or anything. (Except you can get that from her tone beneath the anger; Elektra is very, very worried.)]

Location now.

[ Elektra... Elektra please, there's no way you can't believe he's this stupid. It's Peter, he's obviously this stupid.

He's definitely stupid enough (or possibly in shock enough) that he doesn't realize there's any worry there. As far as he knows she's going after the cat.

She's going after the cat... That's got to be why she's asking. ]

I-- Outside. I'm outside.

[ He's sitting up now, pulling his legs in and reaching down to one flesh stump where a foot once was. ]

Oh my god...

[Oh she's going after that cat just not now. The time for that is when Peter is safely in the clinic getting treatment for whatever he's lost. They can keep him alive until she can get back whatever he's missing.]

I'm coming. Don't you dare panic or pass out until I get there. [With that last order, she's running there as fast as she can with her red scarf wrapped around both hands. Elektra would use it to strangle the damn thing if it were still around. It's not of course. She's quick, but it was gone by the time she spoke with Peter.

Oh well he'll just have to settle for Elektra arriving on the scene in under a minute to make sure he doesn't bleed out on the ground. Lucky for him she was in the neighborhood, huh?]

Easier said than done.

[ Peter's trying to make a joke, but his voice is so strained and he sounds so agitated that the tone doesn't really carry. At all.

And when she does finally make her way over to him she'll find Peter clutching one ankle in his hand, staring down at it still, trying to keep those deep, even breaths going.

... He may or may not be hyperventilating though. ]

Peter? [Danny was more than a little worried.]

What happened? Where are you?

[Elektra wastes two seconds looking at what he's lost before sucking it up and closing the distance between them. She's failed him, but there will be plenty of time to regret that later.]

Stop looking at it! You'll make things worse. [She kneels next to him and pulls out a sai from her belt. She cuts the scarf in half and begins wrapping the fabric around the stump.]

Please tell me a doctor is on the way. [She can run him up to the clinic, but it'd be great if someone could do something about the bleeding now.]

A cat-- A cat?

[ Sorry Danny, he's trying to get his thoughts together at the moment, and it's hard to do. ]

Oh my god... I don't have feet.

[ He's not doing a good job of listening to her order there. He's still staring as she wraps up one stump. It all feels pretty surreal to him. ]

I don't know...

[ No doctor said anything about coming to help him. ]

A cat? The cat everyone's been talking about?

...Please tell me you didn't go after it. [Not that Danny had any room to talk, seeing as how he had been trying to hunt it down himself. But, you know, details.]

[Elektra groans in frustration as she finishes wrapping the first stump and goes for the second. She's not confident in her ability to keep him alive when he's already hurt. It angers her because she can be so good at killing, but never saving anyone.]

I'll take you to one then.

[ Superheroes gonna super, even when they fail spectacularly at it. ]

Yes, that cat. It has my feet...

[ Another horrible thought starts to dawn on him as he realizes... he can fucking walk on walls with those feet. ]

Shit! It has my feet!

[ The good news is this isn't the first time Peter's lost a positively preposterous amount of blood, and the better news is that he's at least still got some enhanced healing thing going on. Not that it's going to fix his missing feet problem for him though.

He jerks his head up at that comment. ]

What? No! It's still out there!

[ He points frantically in the direction of the bushes where it ran off. ]

We have to stop it now.

[Elektra narrows her eyes at him... or rather the stump. Still she expects him to catch onto the meaning while she's working here.]

Don't be stupid. You'll bleed to death before I strangle that damn thing for doing this. We're getting you help first and I swear if you fight me on this missing feet will be the least of your problems!

[She meets his gaze to cement in she means business.]

[ Well he definitely shrinks back under that glare of hers. Still reeling from what happened or not, he knows better than to argue with Elektra at a time like this.

He looks back down at his legs. He should help if he can. It's not like he got that much information in the small encounter he had with it. ]

... It's fast. When you go after that, you need someone really fast with you.

[Danny cringes.]

You okay? Otherwise?

...What am I talking about, of course you're not okay. Are you bleeding?

[Elektra nods. She thought as much from the way it's been tearing through people, but confirmation is always nice.] I'll remember that.

[She looks over the stumps one more time before looking up at him.] Time to move. [And since she won the stare off, Elektra will take that as permission to pick him up like he's some kid who scrapped his knee on a rock. How she wishes that was the case.] Try not to squirm or pass out until we reach the clinic.

[ He tries to laugh, but it's pretty forced. ]

I've had worse. ... Kind of.

[ She's not the only one. This is humiliating. The fact that he can't even walk because where he's suppose to have feet are little nubby stumps. The fact that his kind of vaguely mentor figure has to carry him around like he's three.

He does hold still though, and he almost wishes he could pass out so he could stop dealing with this right now. ]

No promises.

[Elektra doesn't push it. This isn't something she can bully him into so she runs for the clinic. The sooner she can get him into capable hands, the better.]

[ It is a little hard to bully someone into keeping consciousness, especially after something like this. Still, Peter does a pretty admirable job of staying awake. He even manages to keep a grip on her despite all the bouncing around what with the running and all.

The other good news is that at the moment he's not looking at his legs, though he'll have plenty of time to think on it later. ]

Another one?!

[Dairine's voice can be heard as though across a room. Yeah, she has her journal open 24/7 now, in order to keep up to date. But that doesn't mean she's near it at all hours. There's the quick pitter patter of feet, and the journal picks up her voice much louder this time.]

Where are you? Tell me what's happened.

That doesn't really say much. [Superhero understatement. He understood it.]

[ Peter's trying really, really hard to keep it together right now. People need to catch the cat, and the fact that he's missing body parts really probably shouldn't take priority at the moment.

It's kind of hard to focus though. ]

The cat-- If you can call it that.

[ Jokes, yes jokes were good in situations like these. ]

I'm outside, on the right side of the castle from the front doors, but it's gone.

[ Yeah, if there's one type of person you can understand knowing how bad things can get, it's superheroes. ]

I managed to get through those.

[ More trying to reassure himself. ]

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