YOU WILL ALWAYS BE LUCKY [OPEN]

[9livesdown]

Who: 9livesdown and you!
What: Saash is lurking around Promenade.
Where: Anywhere outside; alleys, walls, rooftops, etc.
When: Late into the night. 
Warnings: Your name, it will get mangled.

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[ghostbitchwitch]

She was normally a dog person, to use that expression, but a thinking cat? This was new. Hecate approached the cat, speaking in her mind for it was night and the magic held sway.

It is endless, though some are trying to map it. Greetings to you.

[9livesdown]

The cat froze.

Who... another wizard? Who else could-- oh sweet Queen around us, I forgot about this teneka nonsense! At that point, Saash stopped rambling out loud -- well, projecting out loud -- and turned to face the woman who had greeted her. It was an unconscious gesture that her fur puffed up some.

Startled? Yes. Nervous? From the way her tail is fidgeting? Probably.

Wide eyes stared up at Hectate.

And to you, Saash returned the greeting.

[ghostbitchwitch]

She preferred dogs, but cats were also associated with her by some of the modern interpretations of her worship, and in the years since her worship in Greece, Hecate had spent time getting acquainted with the creatures.

You are also kept here, I suppose? Calm. It wouldn't do to spook the startled cat before her.

[ooc: I am so sorry to be late with my reply. RL sucks.]

[9livesdown]

I am. The cat's tail twitched and she licked her nose nervously. This one didn't strike her as simply another human. For one, she didn't seem surprised to be exchanging thoughts with a cat...

Looks like the locals like to hang onto more than just ehhif for their little toy city.

[9livesdown]

Fwau. More people lurking around this late. Why is she not surprised?

Saash found her way up a garden wall along the walk and took a seat there. She was keeping an eye on Lavi now. The stare aimed at him would have gone on uninterrupted, but only if she had ever managed to ignore the urge to scratch. That wasn't going to be happening tonight. The cat broke the watch and scratched at a spot of fur with back claws, muttering the whole time through mindspace.

...not the time to act up, you vhai'd... stupid... awful... itchy... grrgh...

[9livesdown]

No thanks, One-Eye.

Saash declined the offer and immediately craned her neck around to clean the fur back into place once she had finished scratching. An immortal body and yet this was still a problem? If she weren't stuck in this city, she might have found the time to lodge a complaint to the higher ups. The cat looked back at Lavi eventually, yellow eyes squeezing almost near shut. Fluffy, huh? Tch. She didn't know where these ehhif came up with nicknames like that. Saash was hardly fluffy at all.

[gyrocopter]

Goose was surprisingly into animals. He loved them to bits, although whatever soft side he may have for them rarely showed itself, if ever. Granted, he was more of a bird person, but once he saw that cat walking about, he perked up. He began to follow, looking to catch up with the cat and try to grab her attention.

Hey, cat? Would this telepathy thing work with an animal?

[9livesdown]

Now she was being followed? Saash knew it. She should have remained sidled this entire trip. Considering where she was, in this strange city, it might be just as easy to vanish from sight directly instead of looking for something to slip behind first, but it wasn't an idea the cat was used to. It almost felt like cheating.

But as she led Goose along down the street, no useful car or alley or pile of trash presented itself for her to dart off behind. Saash paused at the thought he threw at her, ears standing tall and still. That sounded familiar. She remained at a standstill and looked back.

What was the best reply here? Oh. She knew.

Meow.

That is what she thought back, sounding entirely like someone said the word 'meow' itself instead of how an actual cat cry should be.

[gyrocopter]

Goose noticed that, indeed, it sounded more like a human's voice than a cat's. Here he expected meows to be projected at him in a more squeaky, animalistic kitty voice, but instead, he got this.

Now he was really curious. He walked up to Saash and knelt down, hand outstretched to be on her head. He gave her a little ear-scratch.

You don't sound a lot like a cat. You speak English or something?

[9livesdown]

Saash tolerated the ear-scratch and stared up at the man curiously. She had heard that voice before, on the network. It had to be that one named Goose. She gave her tail a resigned flick and turned around to face him, then sat.

Not exactly English, but close enough, she replied, Hello again.

[hellogoaway]

Shaun was enjoying a little down time. That is to say, a little time spent alone, away from his teammates and away from those who occupied the same assigned house as he. He was trying to sort out his feelings about this whole place, decide whether or not he had gone insane and this was all just a rather elaborate illusion or something more intricately sinister was at work.

Logic dictated that he still possessed his sanity. He'd always been of sound mental health, there was no reason to lose grip now and given all that he'd seen thus far he'd willingly bet powers greater than previously thought were at work.

...And he was pretty sure that cat had just "talked". Honestly, and he'd really like a sincere answer, what was his life?!

...I beg your pardon? he said tentatively.

[9livesdown]

And Shaun would be correct, but don't worry, it had nothing to do with a shattering sanity.

The cat was camped out on the front stoop of a building, a shadow of browns and blacks and dull oranges. Her ears tilted forward and she turned to look at the uncertain ehhif. She stared at him for a few seconds, then scratch at the fur under her chin just a bit. To answer or not to, that'll be the question of the night. After getting rid of the itch, Saash looked at him again.

Yes? Did you need something?

Yeah, she was just going to act like there wasn't anything weird about this.

[hellogoaway]

Shaun looked heavenward before heaving a silent sigh, bringing his hand up to pluck his glasses carefully off and scrub tiredly at his face, pressing his thumb and pointer briefly against his closed eyes.

Oh no, nothing at all. Talking cats aren't a normal occurrence where I come from, is all.

Shaun looked at the cat, shaking his head in idle wonder and knowing that had this just been a few weeks ago his reaction would have been far more dramatic. Now he was just getting accustomed to the laws of his world getting turned on their head and giving him a big "fuck you!"

And then because manners dictated despite the frankly ridiculous circumstances--

...My name is Shaun. Shaun Hastings.

[9livesdown]

Saash will do him the favor of not explaining that, on top of being a talking cat, she is also a wizard. One's suspension of disbelief can only take so much until it snaps in two and Shaun looked a little stressed there.

Hello, Shaun. I'm Saash, the cat replied in turn, Were you having a good night before finding out there are talking cats?

[2escapeblood]

Blade couldn't sleep that night and decided to take a stroll around Promenade himself. He shifted into a cat taking the form of a scrawny gray tom with a tear in one ear. He stretched and then hopped down from the bed and made his way out of the door.

He shivered feeling the mud between his toes and quickly leapt onto the sidewalk. He looked around as he walked.

'Well I have to admit. Promenade is rather lovely at night.'

He walked past a few houses watching for any people standing around. He would try to remember them and the house they were near. He heard the voice of another.

'Wouldn't it though? I do hope anyone who was unlucky enough to be given that task was given a handsome amount of compensation.'?

[9livesdown]

Saash had found a perch on a low brick wall outside of one of the houses, having paused to take in the view. She'd been sprawled out across the top bricks, but the voice brought her back up into a sit.

The job would never be done. How would they even measure what the amount could be in that case?

She searched the area for the source of the voice and was surprised when she found it. Was it that other cat? Really? The tortoiseshell hunkered down on her perch and watched the tom's approach.

Hunt's luck, she offered as greeting. Was that you speaking?

[2escapeblood]

He paused for a moment looking up when he heard the reply. "They could always measure by the acre." He saw the other speaker was a cat as well. He tilted his head a bit , looking over the other cat. His first instinct was to wonder if she was also a shapeshifter.

"Erm...sure" he gave a slightly confused look, wondering what that meant. Upon closer inspection one might notice that he had an ovalish marking around his eyes. "Yes. Name's Blade. Are you always a cat?." If she was a shapeshifter (though he was starting to doubt it0 the question would make sense. If she wasn't then he would just look odd. Oh well.

[9livesdown]

Strange markings for a cat, but considering that the other cat just asked about 'shapeshifters', Saash could fall back on the assumption that this was not really a cat. That was too bad.

I've always been a cat. Hello, Blade. Yeah, definitely not a cat with a weird name like that. So. Shapeshifters, hm?