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[The video feed is registered as coming from Reeve's NV, but said man is nowhere in sight when the video pops up- instead, the screen is filled with the smiling, slit-eyed face of a black-and-white cat wearing a tiny gold crown on his head. He's missing his signature red cape, it seems, and the gloves on his paws are a bit shabby. Those who know him will recognize Cait Sith immediately; those who don't, well, now you're meeting him.]
Almost as good as new, I am! 'cept for th' boots. And th' cape. But I cannae complain much, last body I 'ad was a right disaster, stuffed bunnies ain't threatenin' in th' least...
Well. Not tha' I am now, either. But still! Nice t' be back in m' proper body.
[There's a light snoring from behind him, and a dark figure shifts on the desk- Reeve, or more precisely his head, having fallen asleep at his makeshift home desk. There's a quiet muttering about 'number five' before the snores resume.]
... anyway. Back on topic! I'm Cait Sith, fortune teller an' feline extraordinaire, an' it's nice t' meetcha, Siren's Port! [More waving.]
So, who wants t' know their fortune? I ain't done tha' in ages, bet I'm rusty as all get out.
Almost as good as new, I am! 'cept for th' boots. And th' cape. But I cannae complain much, last body I 'ad was a right disaster, stuffed bunnies ain't threatenin' in th' least...
Well. Not tha' I am now, either. But still! Nice t' be back in m' proper body.
[There's a light snoring from behind him, and a dark figure shifts on the desk- Reeve, or more precisely his head, having fallen asleep at his makeshift home desk. There's a quiet muttering about 'number five' before the snores resume.]
... anyway. Back on topic! I'm Cait Sith, fortune teller an' feline extraordinaire, an' it's nice t' meetcha, Siren's Port! [More waving.]
So, who wants t' know their fortune? I ain't done tha' in ages, bet I'm rusty as all get out.