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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[gyrocopter]

Goose was surprisingly into animals. He loved them to bits, although whatever soft side he may have for them rarely showed itself, if ever. Granted, he was more of a bird person, but once he saw that cat walking about, he perked up. He began to follow, looking to catch up with the cat and try to grab her attention.

Hey, cat? Would this telepathy thing work with an animal?

[9livesdown]

Now she was being followed? Saash knew it. She should have remained sidled this entire trip. Considering where she was, in this strange city, it might be just as easy to vanish from sight directly instead of looking for something to slip behind first, but it wasn't an idea the cat was used to. It almost felt like cheating.

But as she led Goose along down the street, no useful car or alley or pile of trash presented itself for her to dart off behind. Saash paused at the thought he threw at her, ears standing tall and still. That sounded familiar. She remained at a standstill and looked back.

What was the best reply here? Oh. She knew.

Meow.

That is what she thought back, sounding entirely like someone said the word 'meow' itself instead of how an actual cat cry should be.

[gyrocopter]

Goose noticed that, indeed, it sounded more like a human's voice than a cat's. Here he expected meows to be projected at him in a more squeaky, animalistic kitty voice, but instead, he got this.

Now he was really curious. He walked up to Saash and knelt down, hand outstretched to be on her head. He gave her a little ear-scratch.

You don't sound a lot like a cat. You speak English or something?

[9livesdown]

Saash tolerated the ear-scratch and stared up at the man curiously. She had heard that voice before, on the network. It had to be that one named Goose. She gave her tail a resigned flick and turned around to face him, then sat.

Not exactly English, but close enough, she replied, Hello again.

[gyrocopter]

Goose froze upon hearing the voice in his mind. He would have whipped his head around to find the source of it, knowing who that voice belonged to, but the voice was a reply to his question. He assumed that Saash was a human being like he was, or at least something supernatural like Dracula, but never did he think that Saash was... a cat.

He stared down at her in bewilderment. Y-You're Saash? I mean... THAT Saash? Since when were you a cat? That wasn't the best wording, though. That would have implied that she once wasn't a cat. Goose was never the best at articulating words, though.

[9livesdown]

The very same one. The cat looked amused, in that way that they squeeze their eyes nearly shut, though whether anyone here could pick up on cat expressions was yet to be seen.

Since when was she a cat? No, that question doesn't surprise her. She expects that one will get asked more often than not.

Nine lives of being a cat tells me that I may have always been a cat.

[gyrocopter]

Goose was sadly not the best at learning how animals communicate. While he did many gestures out of habit, when it came to understanding people, he was a man of listening to words rather than reading faces and figures.

But no matter. Either way, he was focused on one thing and one thing only. He peered down at her inquisitively. But when I got that message out of you, it was daytime. That means you ain't telepathic. So that means...

It was a thought hard to fathom, and it showed in his face. That means you were talking. You're a talking cat. How's that even work? Cats can't talk. At least, not where he comes from.

Then again, this is the same place where he woke up in from sleeping, let alone the place where Dracula resided. Telepathy existed and creatures beyond his comprehension existed. Anything could happen.

[9livesdown]

You are right. Cats can't talk to ehhif. I, however, am a wizard. Saash already knew that was going to add a whole new layer of confusion, so she quickly thought up a simpler way to explain. That is to say, a magical cat. I use wizardry for it.

That should do it. Humans knew what magic was, even if they didn't always believe in it.

[gyrocopter]

A wizard? Since when could cats be wizards? Maybe things weren't so akin to fantasy as he thought. They seemed, in fact, a little more zany here than they did in the movies. Cat wizards? That was a whole different ballgame for him.

Goose actually kind of liked that.

Really, huh? He seemed to gain a bit of a giddy temperament. What other kinds of wizard things can you do? Other than talking, y'know. He was legitimately curious.

[9livesdown]

At least he wasn't freaking out. That was a plus. Saash narrowed her eyes when he prompted for what over 'wizard things' she could do. She should have expected that question, too. Great. How many other people are going to ask that?

Quite a few things, but you'll have to excuse me if I don't go into detail. The magician doesn't show what's up their sleeve, isn't that how the saying goes?

[gyrocopter]

Makes enough sense to me. Goose gave a bit of a hum, thinking for a moment. He was about to show Saash his brilliant and shining intelligence at its prime.

But I only wanna know one thing. If you can do magic, can you pull a mouse out of a hat instead of a rabbit? Or a fish?

Did I say brilliant and shining? I meant lackluster and dull.

[9livesdown]

That question drew the longest, blankest stare that Saash has ever given. The silence that follows isn't exactly an uncomfortable one, it's just that the cat is seriously considering the question Goose just asked. Could she pull another entity out of a... hat? She would have to throw down a translocation spell to move a fish or mouse into the hat, possibly, but that would put her in the hat as well. Or, for some ludicrous reason, open a gate into the bottom of a hat, leave one of those two things within reach, and then get over to the hat do pull it out. Or...

Wait. If Saash could scowl, she would. Instead, she gives her tail an irritated twitch. Why was she even considering this?! The technician shifted her thoughts to a much less complicated answer.

No. A pause. Who would want to have any of those in a hat in the first place?

[gyrocopter]

Goose was quick to think of the answer to that question. Cats eat mice and fish, right? I'd think of all things, someone like you would want 'em in a hat. All for you.

All he knew about cats was that they ate fish. They chased mice and birds. They meowed and purred. That's... just about the end of it, though. He loves animals, but he's not exactly experienced with them.

Good thing he's a pilot and not a vet.

[9livesdown]

We do, but... Saash never could manage to catch a mouse. What a sore spot that has always been. Even if I could keep mice and fish in a hat, how would I even get a hat? I'm a cat. I don't need a hat. Besides, if I were going to set wizardry to any item, it would be a can opener.

[gyrocopter]

Dr. Seuss would beg to differ with you, but... wait, cats don't read books. I mean, they don't read books, right? At this point, Goose wasn't sure what was real anymore. If cats could talk and use magic, for all he knew, dogs could be accomplished scientists.

And besides, another idea is using magic like the magicians do to levitate. Then you could catch birds. Cats hunt birds. Goose's thoughts came matter-of-factly, his smile proud. He felt like he was so smart!

[9livesdown]

I can read when I have to, but no, cats don't usually read.

Again with the perks of the Speech, not that it would ever make her a bookworm, and Dr. Seuss wasn't anywhere close to the few written things she had taken a look at in the past.

Hmm. Levitate to catch birds. No, that'd be unfair, don't you think?