01 // where angels fear to tread

[witchmaker]

Who: Angela and you~!
Where: Somewhere on the outskirts of Espoir, at night.
Style: I'm willing to match whatever is comfortable.
Status: Open!

Waking up in a place she'd never seen before wasn't exactly a new experience. Since leaving Altena and traveling the world, Angela was getting used to seeing new places and meeting new people. It was an

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[carnivalcat]

Hey!

[Not really noting the girl talking to herself, Boris is going to pounce on that scarecrow and knock the sickle out of its hand. Much like a cat, he'll be inspecting his prey now.]

I've always wanted to catch one of these.

[... oh wait, there's someone else. Just taking note of her now, Boris turns to her and tilts his head.]

... oops, was this one yours?

[witchmaker]

[ Angela is still attempting to figure out what this... smooth shiny thing is when she hears the scarecrow go down and she turns around, then stares at what she assumes is a beastman.

One with pink hair. That's... different. ]

I... What? No. It's not mine.

[carnivalcat]

Sweet! Then I can take the glory for this one.

[First he bends down, nudging the fallen scarecrow a few times... and then being bored with that, he stands up and returns his attention to her.]

You know, I realize I haven't been around much, but I don't think we've met either way. Are you new or something?

[witchmaker]

[ What? Sorry, Angela is distracted by the PINK EARS. It takes her a moment to register what he's asking. ] Wait, do you live here?

[carnivalcat]

Well, sure. But don't think I'm the only one.

[He notices her distraction and bends down to her level, tilting his head so it'd be easier for her to touch those pink ears.]

You don't have to hold back for my sake, you know. Just don't pull too hard.

[witchmaker]

I didn't know there were beastmen this far north. You're usually in or near the Moonlight Forest, aren't you?

[ She hesitates a moment. The last few beastmen aside from Kevin that she's encountered haven't exactly been friendly, but this one doesn't seem like the kind to haul off and attack her. Slowly she reaches up and gives his one ear a good skritch. ]

[carnivalcat]

Nah, I'm actually more a party kind of guy. The forest just doesn't do it for me.

[No, he's not really sure what she's talking about specifically. And at that scratch, he starts purring and leaning into her touch. Ah, it's been a while since he got this treatment.]

That's it.

[witchmaker]

So you're not part of the Beast King's army?

[ That purr makes her smile and she tucks the new shiny thing in the front of her little red corset in order to rub both his ears at the same time. ] You're just like a cat.

[carnivalcat]

Can't say so, nope.

[Louder purring! Yes, he likes that quite a bit.]

No surprise there. I'm the Cheshire Cat after all.

[witchmaker]

I've never heard of a Cheshire Cat. I've met cat merchants like Nikita, but they're all cat. [ She continues to rub his ears. ]

[carnivalcat]

Hmph, well then they're missing out on the best of both worlds. I rather enjoy my thumbs.

[... and it eventually manages to click that he has no idea what she's talking about-]

... oh. You're new here, huh?

[witchmaker]

Well, I just woke up here. I was going to go find my friends, I think they left me behind. [ She pauses in rubbing his ears to prop her fists on her hips. ] I'm going to pull Hawk's hair so hard when I see him, leaving me alone like that.

[carnivalcat]

... well, the name Hawk doesn't exactly ring a bell.

Chances are that they're not here, though. You look for their names on the Dreamberry yet?

[witchmaker]

Of... of course they're here. We were just on our way to the Holy Land-- I wasn't asleep that long!

[carnivalcat]

... you ever heard of a place called Somarium?

[witchmaker]

[ She shakes her head at that. ] Why?