protection.

[massagecat]

Blasted woman.

So this is it, then.

[what is that sound? Is it....a laser?]

I have become Death, Destroyer of Worlds.... -

[Pan turns to bark into the communicator.]

The feathers given to you by the lady heron! They will serve as protection!

[laser noises. Are they coming from Pan? Oh my!]

One use only, unfortunately. If you find yourself

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[ladybryony]

[Janelle sounds more than a little concerned.]

Pan? I have a feather...I don't think I'm going anywhere near the fighting.

[She gave a small, nervous laugh.]

Will you take mine?

[massagecat]

[he's vaguely surprised.]

Ah, are you - certain?

[He's rather you not die Janelle ffff.]

[ladybryony]

The upper decks are safe, are they not?

[Janelle doesn't think she's in danger where she is, especially since she won't be anywhere close to the creatures.]

It seems someone else might have more use of it...not that you can't take care of yourself of course.

[massagecat]

Assuming the barriers hold, of course....

[...ffffff]

You are a generous woman, madam. Thank you.

[ladybryony]

...is there a chance they won't?

[She pauses. No, it doesn't matter.]

Where should I meet you?

[massagecat]

[CRAP BACKPEDAL THAT IS NOT WHAT HE MEANT]

No, no. Of course not. The captain is a great man.

[he rushes.]

Ah, where are you? I can be there in a moment -

[laser noises, pew pew.]

[ladybryony]

[Janelle is reassured, for the moment anyway.]

I see...ah. I'm in my room at the moment. I can be at the barricades and meet you half way if you like?

[It certainly didn't sound as if he were anywhere in the top seven decks.]

[massagecat]

If you would be so kind.

[he starts making his way up there.]

[ladybryony]

[Janelle leaves her room immediately. Instead of her usual flowing dresses, she's wearing her jeans and a simple tank-top. She isn't about to go anywhere in clothing she can't move easily in.

Heron feather in hand, she waited a distance back from the barricades, waiting for the white cat to meet her.]

[massagecat]

[Pan jogs up the steps - he's an in-shape cat, and that transfers to his "monkey suit" - and arrives on deck seven, brushing at his suit. He prefers to dress nicely; it's the mark of a gentleman. The glow in his eyes fades, making everything looking brighter.]

Janelle?

[rubs at his eyes.]

[ladybryony]

[Janelle hadn't been expecting Pan in his human form. There had been no indication that he'd...oh my. He was just as she remembered from the masquerade. Janelle's hands trembled slightly, just a moment, and her eyes widened.

Janelle couldn't move at first, but slowly took a few tentative steps forward as the shock wore off. She gave Pan a wide smile.]

Pan...

[massagecat]

[For a moment he was perplexed at her reaction; then - ah, yes. The bipedialism and thumbs are something of a change.]

I decided to try a new look. Change my hairstyle.

[perhaps, since he had just been skewering redeads like a madman, the humor was a bit of a personality 180, but he had grown used to the sight of battle.]

[ladybryony]

[She took a few more steps forward, closing the distance between them. Her tone was light and amused as she replied.]

I think it rather suits you.

[She stopped, mere inches away and looked up. Her eyes seemed to be drinking in the view, but finally her eyes locked on his, and she held up the feather between them.]

As promised...

[massagecat]

You flatter me, madam.

[it always seemed like a game with her. A dance. He enjoyed it immensely.]

Ah....

[his hand goes to take the feather, stills on her fingers. Yeah, he's smoooth.]

I wouldn't be much of a gentleman to simply take this.

[ladybryony]

Ah, I assure you I mean it quite sincerely.

[That Pan understood the nature of this back-and-forth between them was one of the reasons Janelle felt comfortable around him.

When his hand moved to hers, she felt the warmth from him spread through her fingertips and all the way up her arm. Janelle's eyelids fluttered closed a moment before she tilted her head.]

No? I might be persuaded to part with it for something in exchange, if you prefer.

[massagecat]

[a smile tugs at his lips.]

Something....