[Van is having a rough time of it today. First he woke up to find that there had been some alterations while he was sleeping. What should be normal human ears have been replaced by cat ears. Big, fuzzy cat ears, which are apparently highly mobile. They're currently spending most of their time pinned back against his skull in displeasure
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What she does see is...well.
Yeah.]
Uh.
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The look on her face is enough to remind him that he is, for reasons yet to be sufficiently explained, wandering around the village with cat. ears. Which droop slightly at this realization. But he is sure (for some reason) that if he just finds the one person that he must help, he will be able to relax for the rest of ever and pretend this never happened. So he will soldier on, and peak slyly around her to the lock she was fiddling with.]
Lose something?
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Huh? Oh! Uh, yeah. I lost my...keys. [Ahem.] Think you can help me get inside? It's really important I get my treasu--I mean, stuff from here real quick!
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But frankly, he doesn't care about the possessions of others at the moment. If breaking into someone's house is going to be the act that finally frees him from this idiocy, he is going to do it. He'd like to resist on principle, he really would; but the overwhelming awareness of the compulsion is enough to make him sick. He thought he was finally free of this...]
Yes, I see. If you will just get me a small knife, I will fix this thing for you. [He... already has a sword. And is totally big enough to just. Kick the door down. But he is supposed to ask for something. He's pretty sure that's how this is supposed to work. For some reason.]
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Except... while walking, he notices certain things. It's the curse of being a well-trained soldier, really- there's very little that goes on around him that he doesn't notice. And the strange behaviour of most villagers is easy to ignore, sure, but others... not so much.
Which is why he's stopped in the middle of the street, staring at his former master while he accosts some poor soul. What in the world is wrong with his head.]
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He stares. And he stares. And he stares.
And then after a moment, he sidles on over -- without making further eye contact, Asch shouldn't dare believe he cares what Asch thinks of this -- and past him by a good two or three feet. Only then does he stop, like it's merely an afterthought. Something unimportant that only just now occurred to him.]
Something bothering you?
[It must be Asch. That would make sense. If he wants this humiliation to end, he has to help Asch. Asch always has problems to solve.]
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You're here, of course there is.
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There's no need for that. I only want to help.
[Save him, Asch. Save him from this idiocy. After all the laws he's broken for you...]
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cats in snazzy shoes don't like ogres
grr rawr and such things]
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He also has a tail.
It is so poofed out right now.]
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I am a superior cat...on my off-days or something 8|
also braintalking?]
Who is it that comes into my home so boldly?
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[That line is so wooden and confused that if he was acting this stupid story out for a child, they'd demand a do over. And maybe cry. He is not a cat, why is he even saying this?
F'ing Score what is even wrong with him this is the worst day ever.]
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