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Rana wandered through the park, kicking small rocks as she went, without paying much attention to where she was going. She was too busy thinking over something that had happened recently. Suddenly being confronted by a talking cat who insisted you were magic wasn’t exactly an easy thing to process, after all. Especially since she’d gotten no information about how she was supposed to do any magic, or who were the “bad guys” she was supposed to stop with it.

She pulled a pen out of her pocket and stared at it a moment, then turned it over in her hands idly.This thing was pretty much all she had to go on. It resembled a fancy-looking ballpoint pen, with some kind of ornament at the top of the cap, but couldn't actually write. (Why call it a pen, then?) As best she could figure, the pen was something like a magic wand, and let her change from her normal clothes to Sailor Aquila's outfit. If it was supposed to do anything else, she hadn't been clued in. And days of staring at the pen from every angle hadn't given her any magical flashes of insight. It was becoming clear she would have to try something else if she wanted answers. She sighed and said aloud, "Whatever. I'll figure it out eventually. Somehow."

Rana looked up and finally noticed where she'd ended up: by the forested area of the park where she'd gotten the pen in the first place. She scowled a bit at the association, but decided to ignore it for now. Maybe some climbing would make her feel better. With her pen still clutched in one hand, she headed for the tallest tree she could find.

When Rana heard the first meow, she had a feeling of deja vu and looked around warily. Surely it wouldn't happen again, would it? But then came the second meow, a pitiful-sounding one from up in a tree. Scowling, she looked up to see the cat stuck one a branch. It was a different one this time, a fluffy white one, but the situation was still far too similar for her liking.

"Are you kidding me? What do I look like, a fireman or something?" she said incredulously. She started to cross her arms, winced when she jabbed the pen in one arm, then readjusted them and glared at the cat. "Seriously, am I going to run into cats stuck in trees every time I come to this park? Last time I got one of you down, life got a whole lot more complicated. I don't really want to repeat that."

Part of her was just venting her thoughts out loud, regardless whether anyone could hear. Part of her felt it was a bit silly to be talking to a cat...and a third part of her remembered that the last cat stuck in a tree could talk. She honestly wasn't sure if she expected this one to answer back or not.