[network] Evening 195 @theblue; Look what the cat dragged in [open]

[heiresy]

[The camera seems to be pulled back somewhat so that the viewer can see more of the scene. Aymeric is holding a fluffy white cat up. He is grinning ear to pointy ear about this development.]

Good evening, fellows! I would like all of you to meet my dear cat. [the cat barely tolerates being held up like this. It slips out of his hands and onto his shoulder to glower at Estinien and his sheep.] His name is Lord Byron. I do not recommend trying to pet him, however. He doesn't much care for strangers. I suppose this is a bit of public service announcement as well...

[He holds up his hands. They have clear cat scratches all over them. Even though Aymeric isn't a stranger to his own pet cat.]

[It hisses at Estinien and his karakul]

I wonder how he got here.

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[heiresy]

Oh, how cute. Another cat... [He just automatically assumes there's someone else there acting as ventriloquist.]

What's his name?

[absentconstellation]

It is quite rude to speak to someone and refer to them in the third person.

[heiresy]

[He clasps his hands together, trying to judge if this is a joke. He doesn't see anyone else there. It's probably more polite to play along and look like he fell for a joke. It's clearly a very well crafted one. ]

Mine apologies, then! What is your name, sir?

[absentconstellation]

My true name is not one mortals can comprehend. You may call me whatever you wish.

What may I call you?

[heiresy]

[He clasps his hands together. That's an unusual answer.] My name is Aymeric de Borel. [He's lost touch with providing his title. It didn't really mean anything here.]

[His eyes narrow]

You aren't truly a cat... are you?

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat nods acknowledgement of the introduction. ]

A pleasure, I'm sure.

I am as truly a cat as it is possible to be.

[heiresy]

[he sits back and lifts Lord Byron off his shoulder. What now. Does he question the nature of this creature's existence? Ask how it can talk? All of that seems terribly rude. Maybe something more practical.]

Do you know where to find cat food, then?

And- how are you using that tablet?

Can you speak directly to Lord Byron?

[absentconstellation]

No, in the usual way, and yes.

[ Go on, ask if he can give a helpful answer. ]

[heiresy]

You haven't any thumbs.

[Lord Byron meows to the effect of "look, there's a sheep behind me. let's kill it for the meat"]

What have you been eating, then?

[absentconstellation]

The same rations as the rest of you, I expect.

I believe Lord Byron may be hallucinating.

[heiresy]

Hallucinating? Has he told you something?

[he holds the irate and wriggling cat again to look him in the face as if he might open his little mouth and speak too.]

[absentconstellation]

He seems to think there is a sheep in the room.

[heiresy]

Oh, but there is.

[He moves the camera over to the eternally ornery looking Estinien with a sheep in his lap]

It's nearly a farm in here, isn't it?

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat's nose twitches as he tries to get a better look at that sheep. ]

He wants to eat it.

[heiresy]

That.... May be the creature's fate.

[he glances curiously over his shoulder. The livestock was sentimental, surely. But Estinien was a practical man]

Surely, Lord Byron will enjoy the offal. And you, our mysterious feline? I feel obligated to offer you the same as Lord Byron. You are a very handsome cat.

[Lord Byron apologizes for Aymeric. He is wordy and odd with his affection. He invites The Cat to the hunt]

[absentconstellation]

[ If he was a bird he would be preening. Instead, he begins to purr.

I would greatly appreciate that, if you would be so kind.

[heiresy]

Kindness is the last bastion of humanity offered to us here. I would be a fool to eschew it.

... Though. It is not my place, really, to decide that lamb's fate.

[He pauses as he looks between his cat and The Cat]

Say, did you find a familiar thing today?

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[absentconstellation]

[ No, it wouldn't be. But still. ]

Indeed I did.

you would not believe the egregious shit i do constantly. its ok

[heiresy]

Would you share what it is with me? I have a working theory, but not nearly enough information to prove it, yet.

cRIE S

[absentconstellation]

[ He considers. Well, okay. He extends his neck over the camera, revealing the pendant around his neck. It appears to be an actively burning ember encased in clear resin. It even flickers as though it has access to air. The ember hangs from a golden chain, which has been threaded through the setting three times to be short enough to serve the Cat for a collar. ]

shhh sh

[heiresy]

[Well that's got "important magical thing" all over it.]

By the Fury! What sort of artifact is that?

well at least it isn't a typo.

[absentconstellation]

It is a token, given a dear friend of mine by the Great Mother Goddess some five years past. Its magic is sealed away, it seems.

At least it isn't using the wrong characters name ala me

[heiresy]

[Interesting. This cat was a lot more than he seemed. There were analogous pieces in that thread at least.]

Do you find it worse to have, then? I might interpret that gift as a taunt by our keepers.

hehe yes there is that

[absentconstellation]

I do not doubt it is exactly that. But the owner of this pendant will be none the worse off without it, so it is hardly a concern.

[heiresy]

[He can't seem to look away. This object is beautiful, and he realizes how badly he has been coveting a nice fire.]

Then it is simply sentimental? With all the wonders in Eorzea, I've never seen such a thing.

[Lord Byron meows at Aymeric and turns and meows to The Cat. He seems to be just as mesmerized as his keeper with the pendant. He asks if it is a toy.

Lord Byron seems not to be terribly clever.]