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[ornobodywill]

DOES ANYONE HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR THE KITTY-SHAPED MEGALADON PROWLING THE STREETS OF CHICAGO?

BECAUSE INQUIRING MINDS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW.

ETA: Does "New Black King" mean anything to anyone out there?

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[callyourselfa]

{OOC: The following is scratchy and the letterforms are mismatched, like someone took twelve different fontsets imitating scrawled letters, printed them out, chopped them up, and put them together again ransom-note style.}

Those would be the epithets of his blackfurredness the King of Cats, Ragnar Gustaffson Ceour de Lion, less there's something his lordship hasn't thought to tell me. And if his prowling about concerns you, rest assured that a gentler feline I have never met.

And from a Corvidae, that ought to tell you a thing or two!

[ornobodywill]

...He tried to eat me.

[callyourselfa]

What?

What.

Weren't threatening kittens of any sort, were you?

[ornobodywill]

NO! He just bounded out of this old church like a bat out of hell and looked like he wanted to chew my face off. I had a kid with me too. He ran off before he decided to make us tasty snacks, but... STILL.

[callyourselfa]

Mustn't be Ragnar, then. Sorry for the mixup.

[ornobodywill]

....How many 'New Black Kings' can there be though?

I mean.... Giant, black, furry monstercat?

[callyourselfa]

Ragnar Gustaffson, cat though he may be, is the last living creature to harm anyone so long as he had a full belly and his kingdom was secure. For a cat, he is a picture of mercy. As I've seen the kitchen that feeds him and you don't say you were threatening him or his, it mustn't be him. The Majicou wouldn't-

[ornobodywill]

Okay, okay, point. But you oughta find your friend and tell him that someone's out there stealing his identity or something and giving him a bad rep.

[callyourselfa]

{OOC: what looks like grumbling rendered in scribbled form precedes the response.}

Oh, won't I. The things I do for these cats...