YOU WILL ALWAYS BE LUCKY [OPEN]

[9livesdown]

Who: 9livesdown and you!
What: Saash is lurking around Promenade.
Where: Anywhere outside; alleys, walls, rooftops, etc.
When: Late into the night. 
Warnings: Your name, it will get mangled.

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[9livesdown]

Fwau. More people lurking around this late. Why is she not surprised?

Saash found her way up a garden wall along the walk and took a seat there. She was keeping an eye on Lavi now. The stare aimed at him would have gone on uninterrupted, but only if she had ever managed to ignore the urge to scratch. That wasn't going to be happening tonight. The cat broke the watch and scratched at a spot of fur with back claws, muttering the whole time through mindspace.

...not the time to act up, you vhai'd... stupid... awful... itchy... grrgh...

[9livesdown]

No thanks, One-Eye.

Saash declined the offer and immediately craned her neck around to clean the fur back into place once she had finished scratching. An immortal body and yet this was still a problem? If she weren't stuck in this city, she might have found the time to lodge a complaint to the higher ups. The cat looked back at Lavi eventually, yellow eyes squeezing almost near shut. Fluffy, huh? Tch. She didn't know where these ehhif came up with nicknames like that. Saash was hardly fluffy at all.

[9livesdown]

That was the second time someone has asked something like that, though last time it had been because she sounded like someone employed. So it was going to be the second time she corrected someone. Huh.

Nope. I'm from elsewhere.

[9livesdown]

As coherent as any ehhif's is, Saash answers. Is there an irritated edge to that thought? There might be. The People had their own language, for Iau's sake! But ehhif wouldn't know that. She couldn't expect them to. There was a sigh mixed in with her thoughts.

Though they would not be able to communicate with you in any case. I have something that translates into a language you can understand.

[9livesdown]

Mankind. Saash is just so used to using the other term. The PORTAL might just not translate the slang. As for being understood, she hadn't needed the device to handle that for her. The cat gave a flit of her tail.

No, but I wouldn't be surprised if the PORTALs have a translation key on them somewhere. Being able to speak to other species is just a perk of my job.

[9livesdown]

The wizardly sort.

Saash had been reaching the conclusion that this was really a moot point in hiding. She could either let people call her 'some weird magic cat thing' or she could put her actual title out there and be 'some weird wizard cat' instead. Then it would at least be right, if still annoying.

[9livesdown]

Like... what?

It looked like it was time to play the species gap game. The references went right over her head, due to her being, well, a cat.

[9livesdown]

Those words aren't... Saash draws her ears back just for a second, a brief flash of annoyance. Who would attach silly words like that to wizardry? Nevermind, though. She doesn't need to nitpick over that. Still, her answer sounds a little flat. Yes, I know magic.