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[functionals]

[So guess who was curious enough to use one of the cards in Somarium.

Guess who is now a cat staring down at the camera

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[rushofwingbeats]

[....stare.....]

That's an odd curse.

[functionals]

[stares right back at Castiel. Though he recognizes the other man. Though Sherlock does agree. Interesting, but strange. Definitely worth noting when he is able to write again.]

[rushofwingbeats]

Are you a were?

[functionals]

[he shakes his head, meowing in irritation, almost as if saying 'Wrong!']

[rushofwingbeats]

How did you come to be in this form?

[he pauses, as if realizing the absurdity of this question.]

Can you indicate where you are?

[functionals]

Mrrow!

[and suddenly, he picks up the Dreamberry in his mouth, running off to the front door to show the other the room number, and then running back to the window to show the apartment's surroundings. It was the most he could do, unfortunately.]

action;

[rushofwingbeats]

[There's a rush of air and the sounds of wings landing, and then Castiel appears out of one of the apartment's other rooms. He kneels down and studies Sherlock intently. Oddly, while his clothing smells worn and well-used (most of the smells are odd, like incense and sparks, but there's blood and dirt), Castiel smells like absolutely nothing. not even skin or sweat.]

Hello.