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[never_b_free]

The woman who has been introducing herself as Sarah (here, at least) is at a table rolling around a jar containing three white ... slug things. Also at the table is a notepad, a pencil, a mug of beer, and a meat pie

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[mogget_cat]

There may be a pair of white ears showing over the edge of the table, and a curious pair of green eyes, though whether or not they're aimed at the slugs or the meat pie is debatable.

[never_b_free]

"A cat!"
"She's scared of cats! Hey kitty! Scare the mean lady away!"
"Yes! Free us! Then we will feast onwith you!"
"That cat looks hungry, it is going to eat us you idiot!"

The sudden increase in psychic chatter causes Amascut to notice the ears and eyes. She freezes.

[mogget_cat]

The ears go back and the not'cat hisses at the slugs.

"Noisy little things, aren't they? Whyever do you put up with them?" he inquires of her.

[never_b_free]

Hissing isn't going to help things.

"Wha-- what do you want?"

He's a white cat! He's in league with the little white devils! Obviously. She grabs the jar and holds it close to her chest. "Back! You won't be freeing your comrades, cat!" she says while waving the pointy end of the pencil at Yrael.

"OW OW OW! You idiot, I can feel her eating my brain!"
"What were you thinking?"
"Kitty! Save us! You are our only hope!"
"Stop thinking so loud!"

[mogget_cat]

"I want to know why you have a jar of noisy slugs in the bar," Yrael replies.

And if they are tasty, because that sort of psychic chatter is annoying.

"They are not my comrades."

[never_b_free]

The slugs cease wriggling about. The chatter has stopped as well.

"Ha! You are too late! They are dead!" She proclaims, triumphant.

Well, braindead, atleast.

"Take that, cat!"

[mogget_cat]

"Thank you," he says appreciatively, inclining his head. "They were interrupting my nap."

[never_b_free]

"It was your plan the whole time?"

She really hates you right now. Despite giving her an excuse for finally chowing down on their annoying little minds.

[mogget_cat]

"It was the purpose in my coming over here, yes," he replies, leaping lightly from the floor to a chair to the table where her notes (and pie!) are located.

[never_b_free]

And like that, she's up and out of her chair.

Beat

She sets the jar down, right in front of Yrael's face. Well, no, its more like she is trying to shove him away with the jar.

"These are no use to me now," she says, feigning annoyance. Lies. She can dissect them, she can stick them in a stew, she can the best alternative to alcohol someone who is alcohol resistant can buy. Well, not the best. That's Atlantean wine. This would be Atlantean's cheap and dirty sister, 'rum'.

She nudges the jar at Yrael.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael patiently puts up with being nudged-at with a jar, but he does not move. "What use were they before?" he asks, curiously.

[never_b_free]

"I- I was uhh..." She nervously sneaks around the table and makes an attempt to grab the notepad. "Why should I tell you? I am not going to let you ruin my plans so easily!" she hisses.

She hissed. WTF.

Even when her plans are to the benefit of mankind and the multiverse in general (and not by her definition of beneficial, either) she will always assume that the cats will want to stop her. BECAUSE CATS ARE EVIL.

[mogget_cat]

"I am curious?" he says, padding quietly around the jar... towards the undefended pie.

"And I have no plans to ruin yours. I have no reason to have any plans to ruin your plans," he adds."

[never_b_free]

"You are a cat, of course you have a reason." Darn, he is ignoring the slugs. Sentimental reasons? Or maybe he knows he will get drunk from eating them!

The meat pie! The... oh, she can sacrifice the pie. Even though it is so delicious. Rabbit, bear, and chompy bird. And not even the gasoline flavored demon rabbits from outside!

If Yrael was a very old Earth cat that lived a very privileged life, he might recognise the birdy smell as Giant Dodo.

Wait, she has her notes, why is she still standing around?

Blame curiosity.

[mogget_cat]

"I am no more cat than you are," he smiles, settling beside the pie. "But why would a cat have reason to thwart your plans?"

[never_b_free]

"Because-- because... OH, I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU A STORY YOU ALREADY KNOW."

She sniffs. It was Yrael, this whole time!

He doesn't know the story.

So what, people don't need to know.

Why is she still standing around?

She steals her beer back.

Is she still standing there?

Yep. What is wrong with her? Why isn't she running?