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 Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:30 pm
Gion waited with bated breath, but he didn't hear anything for a long time after Daemon's question. Finally, he asked, Did it reply?
He stared at the cat anxiously. What was it doing? He had never heard of a moor cat acting like this ...
... or had he?
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:44 pm
She's asking what am I and wondering if I'm not from this world.
Daemon replied causually as if he was talking to a person, but since he couldn't see for all he knew he was talking to a person except that Gion was very nervous.
I'm a human... who's body and soul is sealed up in the sword you see.... if you see before you. And... no... I'm from another world completely.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:53 pm
The moor cat blinked slowly, almost lazily, and didn't even seem to react.
I don't suppose, the woman's voice came again, that you're from a world called Gaia?
The question was casual, almost nonchalant.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 8:57 pm
Gion blinked. You do realize you're having a conversation with a moor cat, right? he questioned dubiously, 'showing' Daemon an image of the giant cat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:05 pm
But she knows Gaia! Maybe she's just a speicies of cat that looks a lot like a moor cat.... or maybe she's actually a person... because I keep seeing a pretty lady.
Daemon coughed realizing the cat could hear this too.
Yes... I'm from Gaia, I take it you've heard of the place....
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:14 pm
Soft laughter emanated from the thoughts of the giant cat, and the woman's voice mused, That's the first time I've been called a pretty lady by a sword ... is that truly how you see me?
After a moment it added, Yes I've heard of Gaia. It's a rather long story, though.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:16 pm
Gion blinked. Moor cat? Lady? Person?
For the second time in eleven years, Gion's voice came to life - not upon his command, but upon his shock - and said the same word:
"Nana?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:40 pm
Nana? Who's Nana?
Daemon asked before his attention was taken back by the cat/person in front of him.
Well not exactly it's like a vision... or picture that pops into my head and I see both the cat and the very pretty lady which I assume is you. Really I'm pretty much blind and without touch to the person... creature talking to me I'm deaf as well.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:49 pm
The moor cat's ear twitched, and it looked at the elf curiously. It touched its nose to the sword once more, and the woman's voice asked, What is the name of your companion?
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:50 pm
Gion tightened and loosened his grip on the sword repeatedly, chewing the inside of his cheek.
Was it his mother? Was it? If it was, did she recognize him? Would she show herself?
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:52 pm
Gion.
Daemon replied happily.
His name is Gion, why?
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 10:12 pm
The voice came again, urgent this time. His family name, what is it?
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:28 pm
Gion blinked at the cat again, then asked Daemon urgently, What's her name? The lady's?
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 2:39 pm
The two thought very much alike was Daemon's thinking, and he didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Only it was kind of amusing.
Gion Aldrich, and what is yours if I may ask? Because I'm sure you have one.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 3:09 pm
Laughter emanated once again from the moor cat's mind, and the woman's voice replied, Serenity Aldrich ... if you can believe it.
And leaving off speaking with Daemon, she changed into her true form. She winced a little at the extreme temperature change, but her green eyes were sparkling warmly. She was kneeling, sitting on her feet, and though she was overjoyed to see her son she was more than hesitant to reach out and touch him.
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