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]

[ agreeing ]

It would be inconvenient otherwise.

[ ...that looks really boring... washing his face and contemplating that ]

[swordingitout]

[He settles in and looks ready to do this forever. Eventually a servant will bring in breakfast, two trays and an odd glance at Lucky, but Sion doesn't even seem to notice the food.]

[mewtation]

[ yeah it is pretty weird that there's a young man in Sion's bed :3c

(sorry, Sion.) (no he's not.)

waiting until the servant is gone to drop the glamour and sort of. mentally poking Sion. it feels something like the abrupt jerk to alertness one can sometimes have while drifting off ]

[swordingitout]

[Sion looks up sharply, eyes narrowing, a hand touching his head, the other raising sharply, his voice a cold, clear command in tone, nothing like the amiable tone so far.]

Lucile.

[Lucky won't sense any presence at all, nor see anything. But Sion is clearly addressing someone.]

Wait.

[And his focus is on Lucky now, but the gentle tone is a little colder, more businesslike and distant.]

Is the food not to your liking?

[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.

[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?

[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]

[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?

[mewtation]

[ a pause ]

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

[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.

[mewtation]

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

[swordingitout]

Naturally. But the idea of employing soldiers versus the use of people as living weapons hold different connotations. If the world were peaceful, truly decommissioning the army as well would be ideal. But I didn't mean to debate the nuances. I appreciate your manners, but I should finish all this before I eat.

[It's a mountain. It'll take hours.]

[mewtation]

[ ... you're full of a lot of shit :|a tipping his head the other way, but going to investigate one of the trays ]

It will be cold by that point. In addition, you will likely have a detrimental hypoglycemic episode.

[swordingitout]

Haha... You sound like Eslina. But I really do need to finish these.

[mewtation]

Five minutes of eating will not only not noticeably impact the time it takes to do so, it may allow you to finish more quickly.

In addition, it is quite good.

[swordingitout]

[He raised his hands in surrender.]

You win, I'll eat.

[mewtation]

[ PLEASED KITTY SQUINT yes kitty always wins ]

[swordingitout]

I'm a bit confused though, as to whether you are a cat or a young man.

[mewtation]

[ while eating. advantages to being psychic: talking with your mouth full isn't a thing ]

I am a cat. I'm talented at acting, however.

[swordingitout]

An illusion? It's very convincing.

[mewtation]

A suggestion. Human minds are more than happy to trick themselves, given the right incentives.

[swordingitout]

I suppose there's some truth in that.

But I'm still a little curious as to what brought you to me.

[mewtation]

You're Ryner's, aren't you?

[swordingitout]

[Focus completely shifts to Lucky.]

You've met Ryner?

[mewtation]

[ KITTY: 2, SION: 0. also gently pushing the other tray at him while he has that attention ]

I have. I borrowed his bed similarly.