088.

[hexuality]

Well, look at that—four years to the day, City. And really, it's been such a pleasure. Do I get a prize? I reckon it's deserved.

On another note, Christmas shopping for you lot is bloody difficult. You'd think a girl would learn by now.


[ooc; forward-dated to this morning. happy four year polyversary to my favourite ginger witch, here!]

Comments

[hexuality]

That's—wow, does he do anything? I mean, act like a proper cat?

[misterblackbird]

Of course he does. That's all he does, really, is act like a proper cat. Cassandra's quite an ordinary cat and I don't know if she can tell he isn't real. She certainly doesn't act as though she cares.

[hexuality]

How'd you come by him?

[misterblackbird]

It's something of a strange story--

The whole of the City had been turned to children, as sometimes happens during those maddening weekends that seem to strike once a month. And, as children do, we created our own friendships and hatreds. I befriended a boy named Dietrich--von Lohengrin, actually, though we only realised we were acquainted as adults when the curse was over. I was supplying opium to one of his associates at the time-- As it happens, as a boy, he was extremely intelligent and inclined to building mechanical or robotic creations. This cat was one such creature. He was building great numbers of these things as a pastime during that weekend, and giving them to the other children he met. I was one of those children and so he gave this mechanical cat to me. And that's how Noir came to me.

[hexuality]

That's brilliant. I was hardly useful as a kid during those curses; actually, I ruined a toaster by shoving jam into it and turning the thing on since, well, I didn't know any better. Making clockwork cats is far more interesting.

I don't suppose I could see him sometime?

[misterblackbird]

Isn't it, though? I know I'm not especially useful either when I'm enduring that same curse. But I know I was delighted--then as now--to be given such a remarkable cat.

Yes, of course. I'd be delighted.

[hexuality]

I just think it's incredible how things like that can happen without magic.

[misterblackbird]

I wonder what you might make of my world, then, where we haven't any magic at all.

[hexuality]

Half of my world doesn't have it, in a way.

[misterblackbird]

How does that work, then? Are the people without magic just left as the 'have-nots'?

[hexuality]

We call them Muggles and they don't know we exist. There's an International Statute of Secrecy about magic and our government enforces it so we just blend in when we're out in non-magical communities.

[misterblackbird]

There's something a bit unsettling about that arrangement, I think.

[hexuality]

It's safer for both sides. I don't know if your world has witch burnings in its history, but that's part of what started it. The Muggle Prime Minister knows about us, though, ours has to meet with him to keep him updated about our world.

[misterblackbird]

Yes, but at the same time, it sounds almost as though the Government is complicit in hiding a group of very secretive and powerful people.

[He thinks it sounds like how his father set up his black magic secret society and then got everyone in high places to either join or help hide it or both]

[hexuality]

I never said it was perfect. Besides, it's not like we're totally secret—loads of witches and wizards have Muggle parents or we marry ones that do.

[misterblackbird]

I see.

[Still uncertain...]