056// breathe [swift and violent use of charm remix]

[felinemystique]

Whoever Charger’s employer is might want to look into their hiring practices. If his job is truly to acclimate new arrivals, then I feel sorry for anyone else forced to deal with him.

[pause]Surprisingly, this journal seems to work as he claimed. So perhaps someone else would be willing to offer some information about this place, without his

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[pimpcoatbankai]

You're kidding, right

[felinemystique]

Not especially. Although, perhaps you'd like to be more specific.

[pimpcoatbankai]

Come on Bastet, quit joking around. This isn't funny.

[felinemystique]

[And that's the name Charger called her; one thing confirmed there]

Trust me, I don't find it funny in the slightest.

[sting_to_death]

Do you need anything?

[felinemystique]

Information, as I've said.

[grab_my_bells]

Hey. Why don't you take a few days off until this blows over, use the time to supply Bastet with some of that information she needs, hm?

[sting_to_death]

I will if she wants me to. [ Also indirect question to Bastet. ]

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[crimsonmischief]

[Having seen this entry, Crimson refrained from reply and instead went to the Bazaar and bought two ice cream cones. One green tea and one caramel, oddly reminiscent of the cones they got on a certain trip down to the Wilderness.

And then he headed towards her reiatsu, slowing down when he was near and then strolling into view as he happily ate his ice cream. While looking every which way. And not watching where he was going. And oh-so-accidentally bumping into her.]

Ah, my apologies, Bastet-san~!

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[felinemystique]

[Bastet was sitting on a bench, looking relaxed but for the faint frown creasing her brow as she replied to the people on the other side of these journals.]

[Abruptly, she closed it, standing up. It was all too overwhelming, and she needed a moment to let things sink in.]

[...only to stumble backwards as some idiot bumped into her.]

Watch it--

[She broke off, realizing he'd called her by name, and a jolt went through her as his appearance actually registered. Messy blond hair, grey eyes...and that voice resonated within her like nothing else had today.]

[She stepped back a bit, putting some space between them; it was disconcerting to react so strongly to someone when you didn't even know who you were yet.]

Watch where you're going.

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[crimsonmischief]

But there're so many interesting things to look at!

[He holds out the caramel cone as a peace offering.]

Ice cream?

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[felinemystique]

[The response prompts a flash of amused exasperation that's as familiar as the man himself. Still, she doesn't take the ice cream just yet, looking faintly unsure.]

Do you always walk around with two ice cream cones?

[blue_shields]

[Oh, crap, it's happening again.]

Well. Your name is Bastet, as several others have told you. And you're right about Charger, too- he's not exactly the best one for the job.

... I'm Sky. One of your employees.

[felinemystique]

I see.

[Charger hadn't mentioned her having employees]

And what do we do?

[blue_shields]

You're you were You're Captain of the Hatchery Guard here. We protect the cocoons and sometimes greet new arrivals.

[felinemystique]

Is that Charger's job as well?

[snowburned]

You are Bastet. The place you're in can be dangerous, but you're unlikely to run into trouble if you stay in the populated areas. And you have friends here.

I'm Kazahana.

[felinemystique]

[Files the name away]

Thank you, I appreciate it. What sort of trouble would I run into otherwise, if I may ask?

[snowburned]

You've been outside to see that we're in a very large tree, I assume? In the higher branches, the animals are proportionate.

[felinemystique]

I suppose that makes sense. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

How high can a person go before that becomes an issue?