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[The video feed is registered as coming from Reeve's NV, but said man is nowhere in sight when the video pops up- instead, the screen is filled with the smiling, slit-eyed face of a black-and-white cat wearing a tiny gold crown on his head. He's missing his signature red cape, it seems, and the gloves on his paws are a bit shabby. Those who know
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[Just... what?]
You tell fortunes?
[He's seen weirder things but... the accent of the cat entirely throws him off. And the crown. Liquid balances easily on what appears to be a high beam inside the church, NV held carefully in his left hand.]
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Aye, was part 'a why I was created, after all! Not that I'm always right, mind ya....
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Well then. Do tell me mine, if it is not at all troubling to you.
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[More swinging of his little arms before he stops.]
If ya want th' rainbow, ya gotta suffer the rain.
... no clue wha' tha' means, laddie buck, but it sounds nice, don' it?
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Fortune huh? [ ... that could be really bad for her, frankly. Did she really want to hear that she'd be stuck for the rest of her life with a curse? Assuming he was any good. ] Sure, why not.
What did you mean, last body? I mean, besides the obvious.
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[And Cait begins swinging his paws back and forth several times before pausing.]
Aha! Yer life's an adventure an' ya might live in int'restin' times.
[A pause as his ears fold down.]
... that was a bloody poor show, wasn't it? I can tell I'm outta practice. Anyway- last body didn't make it from one place t' th' other. Body b'fore that got trashed by Nero. I think.
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That's all right. It's accurate enough, to date anyway. [ She runs a hand through her hair thoughtfully, then paused. ] Nero?
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[A few armwaves, and:] Ye cannae change the way th' wind blows, but ya can adjust yer sails.
... well, tha's a little better, anyway.
[He grins.]
Oh, Nero th' Sable. Bloody barkin' insane, he was. Wore a jockstrap on his head. Also sorta kinda born t' be a mass murderin' machine.
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[echo echo echo
She is curious though.]
...and were in a different body before?
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Er, well, I'm sorta in combat more'n I should be, so I gotta replace m' body ev'ry so often. Always changes m' personality a bit, too. Never quite figured that one out.
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[Talking animals, she can handle. Robot puppets made to look like talking animals were kind of iffy. This was a new one.]
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... guess ye could say fortune tellin's m' hobby nowadays.
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Can you fortune-tell to prophets? I dunno if it still really counts.
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[Dance, dance.] Better t' be th' head of a chocobo than t' be th' tail of an ox.
... can I try tha' again?
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So- you do the weird... cryptic fortunes that make no sense? [UNIMPRESSED. At least his are true. 98% of the time.]
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An' they do make sense. Sometimes.
[Cait's mostly a spy machine, and his fortunes usually only come true when they're life-shattering events.... Anyway. One mini-chairboogie later, and:]
Before ya wonder if yer doin' things right, ask yerself if yer doin' th' right things.
... kinda like tha' one.
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[Headtilt.
It's a kitty!]
You tell fortunes? For real? How legit are you?
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[Griiiin.] Aye, I tell fortunes, dance, y' name it. Been a long time since I've done th' fortune-tellin' bit, though. Kinda rusty. Want me t' try an' tell yers?
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Y' can ne'er be certain 'a success, but failure's certain if ya ne'er try.
... that any good?
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