Owner	Pose
Ben Tennyson	"Alright, guys. This is it. We trained a whole seven minutes for this. There's only one way to victory and it's through those jerks. There's nothing we can't do if we work together. So let's go kick some serious butt." Ben Tennyson is half-casual and half-soccer uniform as he puts his hand in for the other gathered teens to put their hands in as well. He flashes a quick grin. "Plus, y'know, there's girls watching so let's make this look, huh?" The Street Soccer squad breaks and they scatter along the mostly barren road to line up opposite the the other Street Soccer squad that's ready to play ball. Ben hangs back to linger between the two large trashcans with a volleyball net tied between them. Goalie. Somebody yells "GO!" and the Street Soccer game is back in action. With lots of kicking. Lots of shoving. And lots of... well, soccer. There's just a small crowd of random teenagers hanging around nobody's favorite past-time and they are cheering for either team or their boyfriends or their girlfriends or just anyone. It's a good time.
WilyKat	Soccer is one of those Earth sports WilyKat's seen on the things called 'televisions.' He didn't really understand the point of trying to pass it to others, running up and down on the grass before kicking it at a big net. It just looked like something that would be more fun to bat around. After doing some more window shopping, still searching for just the right things for a new look - he's very close to having it figured out now! - he's on his way through a residential area of Oaktown, and it seems it's had better days. Not that he has a reference point to compare it to. He wouldn't know how far parts of the area have fallen, but he's seen slums before. Zipping along on his hoverboard, since it beats walking, he slows down as he nears the scene of a gathering in the street. The Thundercat peers at the teens in the midst of their street soccer game, an eyebrow lifting slowly before he focuses on the ball itself. The tail, it twitches.
Ben Tennyson	The street soccer game is in full swing and the score is tied up. There's somebody keeping score. Honest. There better be or these dudes and dudettes are not going to be happy campers. Either way, Ben's Tens (they're still working on their name) is on defense and those bigger and stronger soccer jerks are coming in strong. Ben's Tens are trying their best bet the Key player on the other team is taking them to school. A zig here and a zag there even has some of Ben's team slamming into the parked cars and what not. It doesn't look good. Not for the goalie, which is Ben, who is standing there and looking wide eyed at the ball and Key to make sure that he doesn't mess this up. Key grins and lays into the ball with his foot, almost seeming to activate slow motion, as the balls sails towards Ben and his makeshift net...
WilyKat	...only for the ball to get knocked aside by something flying at it. What hits it? The metallic claws at the end of the Flank WilyKat's used to 'bat' at it from a distance of about twenty feet, having moved closer without much notice since most of the attention was on the game itself. (That's cheating! Against the rules! Hand ball or whatever they call it!) Fortunately, the end of the Flank, with its claws, only strikes a glancing blow instead of puncturing the ball itself, which would have really ruined the game, but there's a chance an interruption like this might cause it to become secondary to the sudden sight of the cat-like being on the hoverboard. As eyes begin to turn his way, he quickly retracts the line the claws and the ring they're attached to are a part of, Kat looking a little sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck a couple times and tries to say something. Naturally, it comes out like a few feline-like sounds. There's a reason for that, but it'll take a bit more before he figures it out.
Ben Tennyson	"?!?!" That's the collective expression on everyone's faces as they try to figure out what in the world is going on. Ben, though, uses his heroic heart to step to the front of the crowd and narrows his eyes. "Alright, first of all, totally foul move, man. We're in the middle of a game here!" Ben takes some steps towards WilyKat and reaches for his Omnitrix. "Second of all..." Ben breaks into a swift run. "IT'S HERO TIME!" Ben raises his arm and slams his hand down on the Omnitrix to NO EFFECTS WHATSOEVER. The Anti-Climactic nontransformation is met with an annoyed groan and Ben takes a moment to peer at the Omnitrix. Scanning. "Great. Juuuuusssst great." Ben rolls his eyes and looks back up at WilyKat. "Fine. We'll do this the hard way!" Ben gives himself some quick steps again before his sneakers come up short, once more. "Whoa. Cool hoverboard." Seems like Ben's forgotten that this could be a possible threat because, y'know, hoverboards. An actual one. That actually hovers.
WilyKat	WilyKat goes from looking pleased with himself to suddenly not being so sure he's going to be safe here. It looks like he just did a big no-no, given the way a few people are beginning to react, especially the one who was trying to catch the ball. That would be Ben, who's speaking a bunch of gibberish as far as he can tell. Oh, a few words are actually understood, he finds, but..oh. He looks down and begins to fiddle with something at his belt. It looks like a red disc with a black image of some kind of cat on it. It must be a weapon, or a bomb, or maybe it converts into a weird ninja throwing star that will target the jugulars of every teen in sight, leaving bloody carnage in its destructive wake! Or... "Um, sorry. I forgot I didn't have this on so I couldn't understand you. What did you say, again?" WilyKat wonders, a perhaps too-wide grin coming and going as if he's saying 'Oops!' The other half of that is now the feline sounds come out in the language each person there understands, meaning primarily English. Yes, he's still on the hoverboard. Yes, he's also scooted back a few feet as Ben approached, just to be safe.
Ben Tennyson	"Whoa! You got one too?!" Ben holds up his wrist to show off the Omnitrix. He's got good eyes. He can spot some kind of 'Trix when he sees it! Besides, not everyone walks around with cool belt buckles that look like superheroic logos of some sort. Ben turns to look at the teens. "Guys, it's all good! Pretty sure if he was a threat, I'd be kicking his butt already! Relax! Nobody do anything!" Ben turns back to WilyKat and then shouts over his shoulder. "Especially you, Cash!" Back in the teen crowd, Cash lowers his paintball gun. "How does he /do/ that/" Ben smirks and turns back to the WilyKat. "Hey, I got a Universal Translator too. And a hoverboard." Ben grins and keeps his hands where they can be seen as he approaches with more caution this time. "Apparently, you're also into soccer balls. This is getting kind of twin-y. Not sure how I feel about that." Either way, he's making sure he doesn't come across as a threat right now. In his experience, if an alien is willing to talk... they ain't exactly trying to kill.
WilyKat	"Got one what?" WilyKat asks, sounding confused as Ben displays the wrist..thing. This leads to him looking down at his own wrists before shaking his head slowly, looking the way he sounded a moment before. The boasting about what would happen if Kat was considered a danger leads to him sniffing once, his eyes narrowing before he crosses his arms with a huff. "You don't know that. I can take care of myself pretty good, you know." Ben wouldn't know, of course. As Cash is singled out, Kat reacts to the gun-looking thing with a flash of surprise, the hoverboard used to place him more behind one of the nearest cars. This seems a sensible reaction, to him, to any kind of gun he sees. From there, his eyes and the top of his head poke over the hood of the vehicle, which he's crouched behind. "What? You have a translator thing and a hoverboard?" A pause after this, then he admits, "I just wanted to play with the ball." That sounds as innocent as it ought to.
Ben Tennyson	"Uh, yeah. My hoverboard's not as cool as your looks, though. I got mine from a Diamonhead. I saved his life a couple times, no big. So he gave me his hoverboard. Ben somehow manages to gloat and sound humble at the same time. It's so weird. "Dude, you can totally play. We could always use more players." Ben goes for a motion to try and get WilyKat from behind the car. "I'm Ben, by the way. Ben Tennyson. You probably heard of me. I've saved the universe a few times." Ben has no idea if his heroics have bypassed the stars or even left Earth. But he's always willing to brag about it. "Just uh, if you're gonna' play? No claws? This is the school's ball."
WilyKat	WilyKat squints, still using the car as protection. "What's a Diamonhead?" is the predictable question that comes out of him, though the name or term or whatever it is? Very difficult to understand on his end. There comes a very blank look when the name is given, then a slow shake of the head followed by a "Sorry" as he indicates no, he has not in fact heard of any Ben Tennyson, Savior of the Universe. He does add, "I'm WilyKat, and I guess I could play." He finally returns from behind that vehicle, pointing in Cash's direction. "As long as he puts the gun away." He does have those claws tipping both hands and feet, which are mostly left bare. No shoes for him. "How do you play?"
Ben Tennyson	"CASH PUT THE GUN AWAY, YOU'RE GONNA' SCARE WILYKAT!" Ben didn't even know that Cash was aiming it again but the yell makes Cash drop the paintball gun, it goes off, of course, and there's paintball mania blasting all over Cash! Which causes the laughter of a dozen teens! Ben focuses on WilyKat still. He's used to Cash and his friends getting themselves into messes. "WilyKat has got to be one of the coolest names I've ever heard. Almost as cool as mine." Ben motions for Kat to follow and starts moving back towards the crowd. "Diamondhead's one of my aliens. He's one of the cooler ones. You're definitely going to have to Google me after this." Ben looks down as his Omnitrix beeps and flushes back green. Alien Scanned. "So here's the quick and easy version. No hands, only feet. Kick the ball into the other team's goal more and we win. Got it?"
WilyKat	WilyKat grimaces from the shout, then he's ducking down again as the paintball gun goes off, only instead of bullets he sees Cash take a burst of..whatever it is that makes him all messy. This is the alien feline just looking even more lost, but he shakes his head and must decide it's nothing to be as worried about as before. "It's just what mama and papa always called me," he explains, sticking with the terms he used for them when he was still more visibly a 'kitten' than now. "And what do you mean, one of /your/ aliens?" This, he clearly doesn't understand, even as the wrist thing is changing color. "Kick it into that thing. Well, all right," Kat supposes. "That doesn't sound very hard."
Ben Tennyson	"Basically, this cool watch thing lets me turn into different aliens. Y'know, to kick bad guys in the face with. Pretty cool, huh?" Ben loves bragging about things. Which is why he doesn't hesitate to just tell all of his Omni-Secrets. Technically, they aren't really secrets anymore since he's all famous. Or mid-level famous. There are cooler superheroes. "And you're right, should be a piece of cake. Mostly because you're not kickin it at me." Oh, Ben's ego is in full battle mode because he's making sure that this new alien on the block knows just how cool he is. "Alright, everybody! This is WilyKat! A totally awesome feline friend of mine! He's going to help us kick some serious goals! Let's give it up for him!" Let the applause begin!
WilyKat	They told him it was important to meet people on this planet, to get to know them, to make friends. That's what the Thundercats said, or at least one or two of them did. "But we just..met?" He probably didn't expect to be hearing someone calling him a friend so quickly. This is because he's still approaching the rest of the group with a cautious way about him, having no real idea how they'll react to an obvious alien/mutant/meta/whatever-they-see-him-as. Maybe they just view him as a humanoid cat, complete with the tail and all. "And you can turn into different..aliens? I'm not even going to pretend to understand how that works." Occasionally boastful himself, that side of Kat is more hidden because he's trying to figure the whole thing out. "Yes. Goals. I will help kick the thing into the thing. And maybe I /will/ kick it at you." He finishes by looking at Ben, a gleam of a challenge in his eyes and expression.
Ben Tennyson	"Don't worry, I don't know how it works either. And I'm friends with the alien that made it!" Ben grins and starts to jog over to his goal. "Hey, life moves pretty fast around here. If uou can't make a friend in less than two minutes then you might make an enemy. I prefer the first one!" Ben sets up in his makeshift goal and tugs on the sleeves of his shirt. "Hey, if the New Kat On The Block thinks he can take me... let's see what you got!" Ben scoops up the ball and gives it a throw off in WilyKat's direction. There's ooooohs from the crowd as the other team members spread out to give feline one some room. Ben cracks his knuckles and bends at the knees to get ready.
WilyKat	"I'm starting to think everyone's an alien, somehow," WilyKat murmurs, though not so quietly that Ben couldn't hear it before he's departing to defend his turf. There's a moment of silence as he considers the contrast between making a fast friend or a fast enemy, then another moment, and another still. It's a few whole seconds of Kat not talking! Finally, he adds, "Yeah, maybe." Still cognizant of most, if not all eyes on him, he catches the soccer ball with both hands before turning it this way and that a few times, finally setting it down at his feet to get a feel for it like he's seen the professionals do on TV. After it's rolled away about three or four feet, he catches up to it to try again. "Just a minute.." This might not bode well for his goal-scoring chances. Now, he proceeds to kick it ahead a few feet, jogging to keep up with it, then ahead a few more feet, then finally a more playful instinct kicks in at exactly the wrong moment, showing up in the form of a leap and pounce of the ball itself, landing, rolling, and batting it away...which happens to send it in Ben's direction. The question is, will he be 'with it' enough to make the save or not?
Ben Tennyson	Ben's a little too preoccupied with how WilyKat is handling the ball to even realize that there's been some kind of toss in his direction. He's completely baffled by the lack of control WilyKat has and when the ball heads his direction... he gets clocked right in the head with it. He goes backwards into the bootleg net and there's a rise in laughter as Ben gets schooled by the newcomer. "Hey! That doesn't count! I got distracted!" Ben snatches up the ball and spins it on his finger. "I know you're probably used to using all four paws or whatever but in Soccer you can only use two. Try again." Ben tosses the ball back at Kat and reaches for the Omnitrix, popping up the face and twisting the holographic images for a very specific one. Ben grins.
WilyKat	WilyKat looks up from his current position on the ground, watching the results of his little 'oops' moment and the reactions it stirs in the others. Was that a slight grin from the Thundercat? He gets back up to dust off his abnormal clothing (compared to what these teens are going around in) and catches the ball. "I think I'll just watch you instead. You know what you're doing." He does look amused, even playful, but he's keeping it in check so he doesn't disrupt their game any more than he already has. The ball is dropped and kicked off one bounce, but with a pretty good amount of force and right in Ben's direction again. Kat has no clue what the purpose of the fiddling with the Omnitrix is.
Ben Tennyson	"It's Soccer Time!" Ben slams his hand down on the Omnitrix and one internal transformation sequence later, there's a flash of green light and in Ben's place is a large, orange, bi-pedal tiger that looks like he ate Tony the Tiger for breakfast. There's a huge grin on his face as he appears and lets everyone know his name is: "RATH!" With the ball headed in his direction, Rath leaps up and spins backwards, kicking the ball with an incredible strength that's so much more than human Ben Tennyson can do. The ball goes sailing back at WilyKat with terrifying speed! "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! YOU'RE IN RATH'S HOUSE NOW, MEOW MIX! YOU AIN'T GETTIN' NOTHIN' PASSED RATH! RATH KNOWS SOCCER! RATH KNOWS SOCCER BALLS! RATH KNOWS THE KITTEN BETTER STEP HIS GAME UP!" Rath raises his clawed hands to the sky! "AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHIN' ELSE, BROTHER! RATH IS THE BEST GOALIE IN THE STATE! SO YOU BETTER STEP YOUR GAME UP! OR RATH'S GONNA' HAVE TO SHOW YOU WHY HE'S THE INTERGALACTIC WRESTLING CHAMPION!" Rath starts posing with those huge muscles of his. "AND THAT'S NOT THE END OF IT, BROTHER! THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING! RATH DON'T CARE 'BOUT NO..." He's just going to keep going with this. Do something.
WilyKat	The display, the demonstration..it leaves WilyKat staring with wide eyes and a somewhat gaping mouth. What is he actually /seeing/ right now? Is this real, or is he losing it? Fortunately he has just enough time to duck the ball that might have taken his head off had it connected, and now the tiger thing is yelling. So loud. So many words, sounding threatening and calling him a kitten and what's this about wrestling? "Did you have too much candy fruit?" he can only wonder, backing up toward that hoverboard of his again.
Ben Tennyson	"LET RATH TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT CANDY! CANDY IS DELICIOUS! RATH LOVES CANDY AND NOW HE WANTS SOME!" It seems that everyone has forgotten about soccer at this point. The crowd, while they know that's Ben... they also know that's Rath and that anything that happens after this point is probably not going to end well. There's just always something that goes wrong when Rath is in the picture. "RATH DON'T APPRECIATE YOU QUITTING THE GAME! WHEN RATH GETS HIS HANDS ON YOU, HE'S GONNA' MAKE YOU WISH YOU REALLY HAD FIVE LIVES!" Nine, but Rath can't exactly count that well. "RATH IS GOING TO GIVE YOU A THREE SECOND HEADSTART! THEN RATH IS GONNA' SHOW YOU EXACTLY WHAT RATH IS COOKIN', BROTHER!" Rath swings his arms and those claws slice right through the bootleg goalie net. "1!" "D!"
WilyKat	WilyKat opens his mouth, then he closes it, then the process repeats as he looks around at the others in hope of figuring out what this all means. Seems some are backing away very slowly, probably glad they're not the focus of Rath's, well, you know. The problem is WilyKat doesn't know if this is all an act, or if it's serious. He does /not/ understand wrestling at /all/ and that really won't help right now. "Could you, maybe, not yell so much? You're making my ears hurt!" he tries, but then the net is shredded, and after that the countdown begins and doesn't make a whole lot of sense, and suddenly nothing about this is. Deciding it might actually be a good idea to /leave/ this situation, Kat points animatedly. "Behind you! What's that? It looks big and dangerous!" Quickly, whether Rath falls for it or not, he digs up a few smoke pellets and flings them at the gigantic alien tiger in order to buy himself a few more seconds if he can. Then, it would be time to get out of here as fast as that hoverboard can take him, and he's already getting on it again.
Ben Tennyson	"RATH AIN'T YELLIN'! THIS IS RATH'S NORMAL SPEAKIN' VOICE! BUT RATH CAN GET LOUDER IF YOU WANT!" The claws on Rath's hands are getting bigger and some of the teenagers have decided that Kat has the right idea. They've started to get the heck out of dodge as well. It's really one of those crazy things that happens whenever Ben's around. "WHAT?! WHO'S BEHIND RATH?!" Rath spins around and starts clawing at the air. And what's left of the bootleg goalie net. Things get smashed and sliced in record time, before smoke pellets smack into the ground and Rath and that's not good either. "ACK! WHAT THE! RATH DON'T LIKE--GGK! GACK! SMOKE!" From somewhere in the middle of the coughing and hacking fit within the smoke comes a huge nasty hairball that slings across the street. It smashes into the window of a car and shatters it easily. "RATH GONNA' GET YOU, BROTHER! JUST YOU WAIT! RATH NEVER FORGETS A FACE!" Rath spins back around to fight more smoke. "EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE TIME! WITH THE MIRROR! HOW WAS RATH SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE LOOKED THIS SCARY?!" Story time? Yeah, definitely time to bounce!
WilyKat	WilyKat is wasting no time whatsoever about splitting on the hoverboard. In truth, he's probably more than a little spooked by what he's just seen. As far as he mostly knows, he just encountered a crazy cat beast who sounded like he wanted to turn him into so much pulp. That's kind of frightening. He grimaces as he hears the sound of the window breaking, only a brief glance spared over a shoulder as he makes the hoverboard go as fast as it can. Sticking around much longer would just be a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. That whole friendship thing might be a little premature.