Kitty~ <3 [Complete]

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Characters: Alphonse, Courtney, various ghosts
Setting: Starting in the grand room, moving through the dining room and into the kitchen, back through the grand room...
Time: Middle of the night
Summary: Alphonse finds a kitty! Also ow.
Warnings: ...cat lover obsessing? And ow.

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The Grand Room, for the most part, was the same as it would be for the entire night. The shadows lurked and loomed, ominous in their eyeless vigil and silent menace to any who dared stray too close, and frightened eyes shone from the depths of the fireplace, fixed on Al the entire time as he crept through the room.

Something was different, however, though it was hardly able to be considered the Grand Room. A small, fluffy grey tabby lurked in the doorway separating the Grand Room from the Crystal Dining Room, padding noiselessly along in the shifting shadows cast by the magnificent chandelier. The feline didn't look frightened, though she was active and alert, turning her head to regard Al with softly luminous eyes as he approached.

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Alphonse had been trying to prepare himself for anything possible, at this point - just in case. A cat, though, was really probably the last thing Alphonse had been expecting to see as he carefully moved through the grand room - but that was exactly what he saw on the other side of the room, right by the door he had been heading for, to the dining room. Just a small grey tabby, innocent enough...

He didn't once think there could be anything dangerous about the animal, or anything unusual about it.

"A...cat?"

Pushing aside his fears, for the time being, they were replaced with worry - a cat, in a place like this? There were shadows and monsters and...many all around terrifying things, so a cat could get hurt in a place like this.

So...no one could blame him if he rescued the cat, right?

He carefully started moving forward - still taking care to stay as far away from those...shadows as possible - toward the cat. He didn't want to scare it away, hoping to get close enough to make sure it was okay - it looked fine, but it'd be best

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The cat paused and tilted her head as she watched Al move forward. Her tail swished through the still night air, but otherwise, she stayed obligingly still, allowing Al to approach as close as he wanted. She still seemed unafraid--more curious than anything else, in fact, and more interested in Al now than any of the monsters lurking in the Grand Room he was walking through. She seemed completely unharmed and in fine health, too--really, the only suggestion of oddness would come when Al tried to touch her, and found that he couldn't.

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Alphonse moved a little bit quicker toward the cat, once he saw that she seemed just as curious in him as he was in her. A quicker pace was preferred, anyway, considering his still present fear of his surroundings - the dark alone made him nervous, and the movement and watching multiplied that greatly.

"Here girl..." he mumbled, softly, as he knelt down in front of the cat at the doorway - reaching his hand out to pet her...

And pausing as he realized that that task was impossible - an expression that was...more than a little startled appearing on his features.

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The cat stood and watched as Al knelt before her, obligingly padding forward a step or two. She watched still, even as Al's hand passed straight through the top of her furry back, leaving a cold, faint tingling sensation where she had touched his hand. She meowed as she was revealed to be a ghost--a quiet but undeniably normal feline noise. She seemed to be fairly normal despite her undead status, at least; the attempted petting encouraged her to try and rub her head against Al's hand, though it was as impossible and useless a gesture as his attempt at petting was.

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Alphonse felt...a lot more heart broken than scared at the discovery that this cat wasn't exactly alive. Sure the fact that she was a ghost was a little bit unsettling, but he felt bad for her - he couldn't pet her, and she seemed to want that, and the fact that she was like this...meant that something terrible must have happened. For the cat to have died in the first place, naturally, but also for her to have remained here - that's what they said about ghosts, right? He hadn't been much of a believer, before, but there was no denying them, at this point...

"Poor thing..." he mumbled, frowning to himself - wanting to pet her, despite the odd, almost disturbing tingling feeling he got from the cat attempting to brush against him as well. He knelt down a little bit further, looking over the cat, trying to figure out what to do with her, in this situation...

Though this probably meant rescuing would be harder.