test... drive...?

[mewtation]

[ WHOEVER YOU ARE, wherever you sleep: there is a cat in your bed.

or. well. something that looks sort of like one...? if cats were four and a half feet tall and roughly humanoid. um. ]

Comments

[mewtation]

Correct. I implant suggestions directly.

[swordingitout]

[Laughing cheerfully.]

So the paperwork.

[mewtation]

[ tips his head a little and slips some of his own awareness into Sion's head, trying to see what he's communicating with and how ]

I haven't tried it yet. I assumed that since two trays were brought one was intended for you.

[lonelydemon]

Would you be able to do this in a crowd?

[mewtation]

Yes.

[lonelydemon]

You should sleep more too, stupid king.

[lonelydemon]

Kitty's just full of surprises.

[swordingitout]

[Sion's eyes narrow a little and there's nothing. Nothing nothing nothing, he could be talking to thin air.]

It's all right, Lucile.

[Still talking to thin air. Still nothing, he seems to be addressing thin air as his eyes focus on Lucky.]

What magic are you using? It reminds me of Ebra Crypt, but you don't look like you have cursed eyes. Were you a human experiment?

[swordingitout]

Oh, but I feel very energetic.

[lonelydemon]

Your body is lying to you, you need more sleep.

[mewtation]

[ oh that's interesting! interested swishy kitty tail is happening ]

I don't have magic in the sense that you use the term...? And I am merely patterned off of humans. I am not human myself.

[swordingitout]

[Gently tries to shove Ryner.]

You just need to get moving to get that blood pumping.

[lonelydemon]

Nooooo.

[dead weight]

[mewtation]

I take pains to be good at what I do.

[swordingitout]

[Sion seems to relax a little, though not entirely. He addresses Lucky directly for now, no longer talking to thin air.]

Hm. What, may I ask, are you?

[lonelydemon]

I'm still impressed.

[swordingitout]

Shall I call to have Ferris help you get motivated?

[lonelydemon]

[HEAVY. SIGH.

Rolls off.]

No thanks.

[swordingitout]

[Sits up cheerfully. He really has only slept a couple hours, but duty calls.]

[And apparently it calls Ryner too before Sion's snagging his hand to drag him up.]

Let's get started.

[lonelydemon]

You're a slave-driver, you know...

[whiiiiney but coming along.]

[mewtation]

[ a pause ]

I was intended to be a weapon. However, I am currently on strike, or perhaps "absent without leave."

[swordingitout]

[If his hand lingers a moment too long it's easily discounted when he replaces it with a stack of papers shoved into Ryner's arms.]

Come come, we've much to do!

[swordingitout]

Ah. Well, we don't use people as weapons here in Roland. I can, however, say that the breakfasts Eslina brings are always delicious, if you still wish to try it.

[lonelydemon]

[sion that's gay. but ryner's not noticing this time, anyway, too aggressively drowsy and bemoaning his fate of doing paperwork for the next twenty centuries.]

How does it build up like this?!

[mewtation]

I was never uninterested in trying it; I was being well-mannered. However, do you then not have soldiers?