[the Master appears on the Astral Plane, pacing and snarling. if he had fur, it would stand on end, but for now he simply seems to be rather pissy about something]
[Cy sits on the Astral Plane, staring at him. Just... staring. The fur along the ridge of her back is up, her ears flat against her skull. She's not hissing--not yet--but she's about a whisker's length from losing it.]
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No, Mr. Hunt. You're still present.
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What's got your fur all up in a twist?
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I'd invite you to mine, but I haven't figured that bit out yet.
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Well, now... isn't that interesting. A cat on the Astral Plane, now.
[he pauses]
Considering how it is with the hyena, I expect you are capable of speech as well.
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I've tangled with bigger felines than you. No point in giving me a rough time, cat.
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[he snorts]
I doubt it. The troubles are for me to solve, as ruler.
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