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 Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 6:42 pm
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Oh so it was scare the heck out of Albite day, huh? Haymitch didn't really have any sort of exploits or what have you for this conversation - he ate, he slept, he chased wisped and ran messages between offices, not much to tell - but he definitely could scare Albite.
"Oh wow Tama! Hehe I can do that too!" The small kitten bounced up and leapt into the air, paw bouncing on a pen he pulled out from beneath his hat(???). There was a poof of smoke and then one young looking boy, who looked far more like a bellhop than a mail carrier, landed in front of Albite and grinned.
"It's just a glamour so I don't really have thumbs yet, and it doesn't last very long, but what do you think! Pretty neat though, right!?" he said, looking at himself and almost falling over due the lack of a tail. Short dark hair the color of his fur fell into his eyes and around his face, with sort of gangly limbs giving him the look of a twelve or thirteen year old. To be honest, he looked a little like those kids who are about to tower above their classmates with their height, and then go crazy hard at the gym to look like a Dorito man.
Okay maybe that was more Haymitch wanting to be a tall Dorito man like Albite and being stuck as weird gangly tween was embarrassing but that was NEITHER HERE NOR THERE.
He did really like having thumbs though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2022 7:14 pm
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There was a nice long moment of staring -- Albite shifting his gaze between Tama and Alkmene. A blip of realization, and then he felt like his face was on fire. He was going shopping - he was buying shoes and pants, and maybe a pile of coats to go in Faustites closet? No, wait. The little skidfree shoes for pets!! He had Vague hopes that clothing would forestall any making of kittens in his presence; he couldn't have Alkmene knocking Tama up just yet! Cryolite still hadn't gotten all his Senshi s**t together - or a name or -- and that took concentration from magical cats!!
They needed a room...no...a whole ******** tower -- a ********? It was an idea that brewed like a mini thunderstorm; which was then dashed on the rocks of *awwh*, because it was cute that Faustite wanted more people to bond with, that the whole team was going to be bonding -- that....
And then there was a small child -- leapt from thin air and formed from the body of his haybaby - his sweetest bonded boy -- "What did you do with my cat! Ohmygod, haymtich, bby, if you're in there? Meow or something - please!" because last he'd checked? Haymitch was all kitten, all the time, not people, not even a pretend people!! Had Tama done this to him? ********, was it contagious and soon they'd all be cats too!
"Tama! You can crawl up Alkmenes skirts later, fix my child!" Albite barked as he shook hayby ever so gently. Haymitch had to still be in there, because Albite could feel him over the oncoming rise of his heart trying to punch its way out of his chest.
Cryolite nearly choked on his inhale of ale, snorted hoppy foam, because that? That was a Child. Albites kitten was suddenly boy and Cryolite couldn't breath, because that? That was hilarious. Any answers he'd wanted to proffer up to the rest died in a nasally little wheeze that he smothered ruthlessly behind his hand.
It was too cute, too much - a glow up of fantastical proportions. Cryolite thought he'd never get the hang of this-this rampant insanity around every turn, but he also thought he very much didn't wish to. Why lose out on the magic of firey boys and long legged men in fishnet attire? Or judgmental cats with too much fluff to remain unpet.
It was amazing.
He was going to drown in his own giggles beside a giant. Just, the best time.
a-disgruntled-dragon MY BOY! THE CAT BE A BOY!?!!
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Bishoujo-senshi Mahou-shoujo
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2022 12:35 pm
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“Well, he’s no longer a cat or a Mauvian, that’s clear.” Tama said, inspecting Haymitch with a discerning eye.
No ears, no tail, no star, no aura.
His pause was perhaps a bit too long. He nodded approvingly at Haymitch. For a young one, he was quiet good with his glamour already.
“I haven’t done anything to him. I wouldn’t do anything like that to another Mauvian. He’ll return to your cat. It’s just a glamour. Nothing like what I just was.”
Tama had never found a need to assume a human glamour. They lasted only an hour and, besides, you lost your Mauvian senses with it. A useless trick.
Though the fact that Albite didn’t know this showed him that perhaps Faustite’s senshi did need the training of a cat, after all.
☆
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2022 6:23 pm
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It couldn't be proper and responsible to listen to two of her team members trying to proposition each other over party games. It couldn't be proper at all to get caught doing it. She'd have to pretend to do something else.
Jada smiled back at Lilith, because she could show interest while keeping some subtlety. "You're right," she said. "I look at auctions sometimes. I'll put a bid in tonight if one's up."
Her ears were perked in the direction of her subordinate, and she glanced over in that direction as something seemed to happen with the other cat, Haymitch. After that, her eyes were on the phone she summoned from subspace, though. Luckily, there was good internet down here.
"Or I could buy a signed letter. That would only be a month's paycheck," she said, half to herself, before she added, "If Faustite's truths are close to lies, my lie should get to be close to a truth, don't you think?"
That was more of a general statement, for the group, while she still hesitated to actually press any payment buttons.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2022 10:48 pm
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Albite smushed Haymitch’s boy face gently between his hands - pinched his very real and people feeling cheeks as his gaze flitted between Tama and Hayby in wutter consternation. “Lissn here hot-tamale I might not get how Maus function, but I totally know the difference between boy, cat, and cat-boy. This — this is now a child, he was a cat…kitten? Is it like cat puberty? Do they just gain thumbs for an hour randomly!?” ‘Does not compute’ flashed in Morse all across albites expressive face. He didn’t know what to do with a child for an hour, he barely knew what to do with a cat!!
He definitely knew that Haymitch suddenly lacked all the cat bits Tama’d had - tail, ears, the whole shebang.
“This is like the thing with Senshi hair isn’t it — or the outfits — orrr…” utter magical bullshit. Whatever, it was fine, it’d be fine! He’d just have to keep his precious hayboy in his sights for the next hour — just to be sure he actually did recatify properly, n didn’t get stuck in a cat body with human hands - or some other lovecraftian amalgamation of a form.
It was Bob all over again.
Just - the worst.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2022 2:11 am
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It was ever so endearing, as far as Cryolite was concerned, to watch the others attempt to explain - oh - anything at all, to Albite. They’d have had a better chance at siphoning sentience from a stone than pouring knowledge into the colander that was Waru.
However dear a friend - he knew this to be a truth. One he wasn’t about to tell, not as he plied a napkin from the tabletop and mopped his nose and mouth of whatever messy bits clung.
No, they could learn it on their own. Preferably the hard way. It was the only way to learn Waru after all, for better or worse.
His gaze cast over to Jadarite, as he tucked himself in reach of snacks at Sailor Lionel elbow - held a knowing little grin - because he valued the worth of books and papers whose lines held meaning. Not necessarily as big a fan as Tolkien as she, but?
Letters were always interesting things - insightful into minds of the past. “If it’s legitimate, Jada? Then you might as well. It’s not as if the mans likely to rise up like some undying wraith of the nine and put pen to parchment again.” a delicate little shrug as he made his way through - salty crunch of mix, peanut butter dust and something sweet. Sucked it from his fingers and hummed over another thought.
“You know Faustite — does the five pertain to us here, or just in general?” Was he wrong for thinking the number low? Something that lit his mind, when he about fire and the typical fantasy of passions associated with that element. Did he want to tease the flame-eyed wonder about his exploits of the flesh more so than those of the ethereal and strangely other? Oh, absolutely - and if he picked up bits here and there from the rest about aspects of Mauvian or Senshi or other without needing to ask directly? Even better. He didn’t want to pry the lid off the well of things he didn’t know when he’d barely learned how to use the bucket — grasping at straws of a handbook that was clearly written with agents in mind, and of course - shock of all shock - a smudged dissertation that summed an orientation from months ago. Singed edges and food dust lined the edges.
He’d not dared to ask where waru got it from - had even managed to keep his jaw off the floor at the idea of the boy adding anything factual to a page. Let alone standing and speaking to a crowd without it becoming an act of pure chaos.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2022 6:46 pm
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Tama's comment flustered him, though mostly he felt dejected for reasons he couldn't discern. His attention swapped between them, Tama and Alkmene, as they exchanged mutual advances.
Then the kitten piped up, demonstrating his boyhood unbidden. That was fine, he told himself, this was bonding. This was what it looked like when people got to know each other. That meant his idea worked, and that was what mattered. She always taught him —
The debacle became a catastrophe, and Lilith and Jadarite were right to ignore it. He hadn't heard part of their conversation, especially over Albite's outdoor-only voice, but he discerned the last bit. 'Didn't say your lies had to stay lies." To say that it was so would mean limiting himself, assuming he was following his own rules, and he had little interest in that.
When Heliodor spoke to him, he turned, a hand on his hip. "You would be right, but you don't get your pick of memories." Not like Velvet had — neither the subject nor the user could make that determination. Perhaps now, with two Mauvians on their team, he could obtain a heat-proof communicator and gain a more helpful upgrade to his heirloom.
Then Cryolite had — oh, that one had a little nerve — and Faustite's attention rolled over to the blonde across the room. "Don't ask such imprecise questions," he returned. "Waste of time and breath."
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