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

[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.

[swordingitout]

As the kind of afternoon naps I can only imagine it was very comfortable.

How is he faring?

[mewtation]

[ with the most innocent expression possible ]

We didn't actually sleep much. He seemed well, though.

[swordingitout]

Don't tell me you were overcome by that world renowned play boy nature of his.

[mewtation]

[ doesn't audibly laugh—can't audibly laugh—but his amusement is palpable, even as his "tone" is faintly mournful ]

He did ogle me quite a bit. In the end, though, it was his skill with his hands that I succumbed to.

[ a beat ]

He is a very talented ear-scratcher.

[swordingitout]

I knew it. So even Ferris couldn't keep him out of trouble, and now his latest conquest comes to me to seek aid, it's entirely my responsibility for letting him lose. I understand.