poly_chromatic | Entry 612; Day 1571

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Well, I suppose it has been some time since last I found myself in this shape. I seem to be a cat once again. It doesn't even deserve mentioning anymore. Though it has been quite some months since the last time this happened. I think I almost missed it--almost.

I suppose only in the City could I say that--that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--in fact, for a time, I had fairly come to expect it. I was quite sure that, on some weekend, most every month, I will be a cat. I've really almost become accustomed to it. I shall go to bed on a Friday night and wake up on Saturday morning with whiskers and a tail.

Though this seems not at all like those weekends when everything goes mad for two days. It seems that we're all of us creatures of one kind or another.

Still, in all these days and weekends as a cat, after a little adjustment and after Kassandra and Noir have seen to me and have me as well turned out as a cat ought to be, I've learned a bit from having woken up those whiskers and that tail so many times before. I can turn on and use my Network device, as well one can see, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.

But that's enough of that. I spent the morning roaming the Opera Abandoned--I have my favorite passages to wander there--and wander them, I most certainly did. I frightened no small number of mice, but caught a few of my own. But all in fun. I let them go again after I'd had my fun. Now I think I had still better see to the Turnabout Cafe, where I have no doubt that I'll be given a dish of cream instead of tea. Though I doubt if I'll be able to spend the entire afternoon there. There's rather a lot I should like to see as a cat again.

And, of course, there's always the first part of the evening to enjoy. Because, really, I have found that evenings are remarkable when seen through these eyes.

So I think I shall leave off this pattering typing and go about my day and all my cat-like errands.

~C.

[ooc: Cat-like typing detected! Kitty!Cain is a kitty again ♥ Because he really does make such a remarkably fine cat. He'll be roaming the opera house and trotting down to the Turnabout Cafe here shortly.]

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[ Oh... this is strange. Then again, she recalls the curses well enough and talking animals in general. She feels like she should be more used to it all, but it's still rather unusual to talk to a cat as though it is a person. ]

Excuse me, Sir... Sir Cat. Sir Talking Cat. You mentioned someone called "Noir." I was in search for my comrades and was hoping you would be able to provide me with more information on her, if it's not too much of an imposition.

[ It could be a coincidence after all, but it's her responsibility to investigate. ]

It's hardly an imposition, but I would be greatly surprised if you were acquainted with him. Or it, rather.

[Out of some strange instinct, he licks at his shoulder--the catlike equivalent of straightening one's cuffs.]

Noir, you see, is a black cat--a mechanical black cat. He draws his strength from sunlight, so far as I understand it. I rather doubt you know him. It.

Oh- ...ah, I see. That was unexpected. She is most definitely not a black cat-

[ Then again, her mother is a powerful sorceress, so maybe she'd been changed into one at some point. It's possible... ]

-let alone a mechanical one. Forgive me. It was my mistake. I have been searching for my allies here, but they do not have appeared to have come at all again. It is strange that you would have cats made of such things... do you lack real ones in your world?

Not at all. There have been no small number of times that I've been mistaken for someone else or my name has matched someone else's.

No, we've plenty of real cats in my world. And plenty in this world, as well. Noir was a gift. The fact that he--I suppose I'll call it a 'he'--is mechanical is more novelty than anything. We don't lack for cats, believe me.

[ooc: Apologies for the late reply! Feel free to drop this thread if you'd like.]

I suppose I had never considered it would be a common name. I had only met someone with it, but the fact that is common in other worlds is fascinating. Do you think "Lucina" is also a common name?

Oh, I should ask yours before I go on with my questions. Please forgive my rudeness. Who are you, Sir... Cat?

[ Sir Talking Cat if one wants to be specific. She can't tell if it's his usual form or if he's cursed. ]

I've heard similar names in my world, but not quite 'Lucina'. I knew a young lady named 'Lucia', for instance. It seems rather similar to me.

Not at all--you thought perhaps that we had a mutual friend, so I can't blame you for asking me everything else first. On a more ordinary day, I'm Cain Hargreaves and very much not a cat.

My apologies once more, Sir Hargreaves. If you were born as one, you would have been a very delightful-looking one, but I understand it must be difficult to endure for the time being.

Though, I wonder how you can operate this communication device without fingers. You must be a dexterous cat.

[ It's impressive to say the least. She stares wide-eyed, still having difficulty understanding the fact that she's talking to a cat who is a man. ]

Purely with practice, I assure you. I'm human most of the time, save for when the City thinks it would be amusing to turn me into a cat again. So I've experience enough with this device ordinarily and gained more than a little experience in using it with paws.

Though I will say that making recordings of images or speech are far easier than typing letters. As I'm sure you can well imagine.

I agree. I wish we had this sort of magic where I am from. It would make communication across the battlefield far simpler. As it stands, we can only deliver messages through messengers and by paper and quill.

Oh gods- I should have introduced myself before bombarding you with inquiries. I am Lucina of the Halidom of Ylisse. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Do you often find yourself on battlefields? Forgive the question if it seems impertinent. I'm curious--blame it on my shape for the moment.

Likewise, I'm quite sure. Cain Hargreaves, Earl of Hargreaves, and temporarily a cat. Now do I address you as Lady Lucina? Or Dame Lucina, perhaps?

Yes, quite often. The whole world seems to have become one large one, and it is no imposition at all, Earl Hargreaves, who is temporarily a cat.

[ A very cute one, at least. She has no doubt that Morgan would pull his tail if given the chance. ]

Lucina alone is fine. I cannot claim a title without a land to rule. Much of it had been destroyed in my time.

I'm sorry to hear that your world has become such a place. I wonder sometimes if my own is to become something like that as well.

[He's certainly had his tail pulled while in this shape before. But he's also been carried about for the day by his valet, who had himself been turned into a young boy. And that was quite a pleasant day.]

As you prefer, then, Lucina.

You're fucking chatty...

You wouldn't be the first to say so. Though I could honestly care less. You needn't listen if you don't want to listen.

I just didn't think anyone could be so verbose about a day as a cat.

It's hardly my first day as a cat. I've quite lost count of the number of times I've found myself in this shape.

The city thinks you're a pussy.

[ No, she's never funny. ]

I do beg your pardon.

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