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Thraen initially looked around himself at what counted waist-height and up. There had been no feel of an aura, and no immediately visible people as he'd initially approached the area. That was a voice. I did hear that.

Tom Foolery by someone was the initial first though, but thankfully the movement of the Mauvian's tail curling provided enough of a draw to instinctual attention in the periphery of the Eternal's vision to finally look fully down below human heights. Dim, Thraen. Dim and species-self interest. There are other beings much in your experience that can use spoken word to communicate.

But self-correction fell away with succinct completion, and as little interest, as continuing on his way in hunt of Chaos signatures compared to the very real, present, and fluffy looking starcat. Thraen turned and moved for conversational distance, out of immediate arm's reach so as not to threaten. And he crouched, once near, so as not to loom. "All hours are beloved, yet special is the night when the streetlights glitter off the glass panes, the smog of traffic gives way to the night scents of the trees, and the constant drum of humanity quiets it's high-excitement to murmur to allow other voices to be heard. Good Morrow to you. We've not been introduced. I am Thraen. "

Here he offered out his hand, palm towards the sky, in manner that the Mauvian could offer it's paw back, or sniff if it was more catly like Faust.

Instant settled the joyance at the sniff and insistent pushing, the catly assertions and surety of deserving veneration. Here was one that still held some of the original, delightful instincts of origin species. Magnus had a hardy, easy purr that mingled well on words. Thraen willingly continued to scritch and stroke where seemed to be wanted or increase the engine volume. “It has a clear view of the immediate surrounding, and rooftops tend to have less immediate run in with security or cops for covering ground quickly— they have to take stairs and elevators rather than storied leaps as senshi, knights and officers can.“

“I check on all the schools and museums that I can, as often as I can. Civilians gather at them, by choice or lawful compulsion, blithe to unusual fatigue or other danger. What brings you here, Magnus? Are you waiting for someone? Do you live here?”

There may or may not be someone this Mauvian favors already. Or a team, like ********* so long ago? How new is he to this life...and how much does he know? “If you needed a lift somewhere in the city, like the Mauvian Headquarters, I could take you there. Shoulder travel takes some practice, but it works well.”

No home… “Clever paws and whiskers for stealth.”

Here was a case study in the importance of helping and disseminating information. In making sure things were available, in supply, for when senshi, knights, and even the guardians themselves awakened and found themselves out of sorts to the shadows beyond the glamour curtain. How long… poor thing. Pity is no evil thing, but it is for the situation. This Mauvian has done well for himself after a fashion. He has all his limbs, isn’t skeletal, isn’t corrupted.


“The Basics...well...there is a Primer for senshi on all the phones the Mauvian’s provide for us, as far as the players in the war- The Negaverse beneath Metalia, the Dark Mirror beneath Queen Ares, Leto and Remarque, the Knights and their Code, and we Senshi. There’s outliers, like the Surrounding structure. How much of that do you know...or remember? And can you read? I’d be glad to let you look over it on my phone. The War, Itself, is ...at something like attrition or stalemate. “

Thoughts of heated talks with Colin, while the danseur was recovering from terrible injuries and working hours for the cafe came to mind. “There is an unknown being, not feeling like the Black Moon, not like the Zodiacs, not like the shades of Finsternis, not like the Dark Mirror or Youma, not Human... that goaded many of those who fight against Chaos into an invasion. I don’ t know if it still lurks the park or if it has gone on home. Gave them the means of entering and exiting from the Negaverse’s stronghold. And the Rift connected to it, maybe? I wasn’t at the strike. But they killed one of the General Sovereigns. Some of the agents. Youma. How much good it did, we still have yet to see. But it didn’t cripple or slow the Negaverse, seemingly, as new lieutenants continue to appear. Youma still roam. Starseeds are still taken. The ‘White Moon’, the court of the Queen of the Moon, is name only. Other teams seem fractured or nonexistent, or at the least reticent of reaching out from their end to others with information. “

“There have been advances in available technology between the senshi phones and knight rings, but I don’t have all the details myself. Some of that we might get from talking to Mauvian Ash, who specializes in tech. Maybe from Hvergelmir, knight of Cosmos. Maybe Knight Scholomance. Any senshi with one of the moon pearls can get to the moon in the few days Surrounding the full moon, but there’s been no information that I know of as far as the awakening, or other state of being, for the Royal of the Moon or of the Greater Crystal of the Moon. Or of the Earth. Some of the Knights of Chronos walk the darkened streets, and with the Oath can give a passport to others. Chronos herself is….secluded. Cosmos is active, but I could not say how to reach her, save by the Cosmos knights. “

Thraen paused, shifting subject more personal. “If succor suits, come with me, Magnus. A warm bath and brush to relax your muscles and clean your fur without need of tasting it? Fresh salmon? Or trout? And a warm place to sleep that you can come in and out of at your need. There’s cushions and chairs in plenty, and a second floor below the apartment with palettes that you can hone your claws on. “

“I own a cat cafe, regular cats, but it serves as good cover for Mauvians to come and go as they need. I just ask that you keep the cover clean. Ask, if possible, before leading anyone powered to it as it’s better if they power down. Emergencies are welcome, though, and I will do what I can with funds, first aid, connections, clothes, food or shelter for those in need. There’s no strings attached. You can take some ease, recover, and learn more than a lightening Basics on a roof. Mauvian Faust lives with me, and he can show you to best way to the Headquarters if you like. And I could call Ash, and she could talk shop with you about what she knows. “

“Interesting, yes, but I suspect dangerous. A regular royal’s crystal cannot purify a half-youmafied officer’s soul, so I doubt it can do much for full youma. A Greater Crystal I never had the chance to try. But the fact remains that the being convinced many to try to invade the Negaverse. And neither it, nor any of them, considered or mentioned that they should have a greater crystal if they hoped to accomplish anything lasting. Which worries me what it’s motivations are. It said to go home. I don’t know if it has- I have been remiss in checking. “

“A narrator unreliable that claims such age, and a prisoner of the Negaverse so long, and sends so many to danger and likely death, with little information on how it could be accomplished...it has some agenda. Chaos needs no permission to taint, which makes it very unlikely that the being hasn’t been, if prisoner so long. And the taint of Metallia twists innumerable ways, even in those seeking freedom of it. “

That Magnus agreed to come, to a bath, a warm meal and a place to sleep for a few hours, or even a day, was a delight. Ash has never taken permanent residence either. Nor Snowball. But that they know it is a resource, and don’t have to be homeless or starve- let it be a choice of pride or other reasons. Not no choice. Not necessity.

“Do you prefer right away? Or coming on this patrol? Or I could stop back if there were things you wanted to take care of and we can travel together with the dawn. It is all agreeable to me. “

“Worthy and more is helping with hands open, and as much a point of patrolling as combat with Chaos. Gardens aren’t things meant or bent to war, rather plenty, thought, inspiration and rejuvenation. Come, we go at once to your alleviation. Have you ridden shoulder before or would carry in arms be well?”

It was possible that a previous owner had enjoyed the trick of a shoulder-riding cat. There would be time to gently as after more, and learn of Magnus, if he managed to be away after a hot bath, a blow dry, a solid meal and a soft blanket to nest in. What luck to find another Mauvian, and to prove some use, and have all the preparations ready for it. No home, though. May want none yet, like Ash.

Once Magnus was settled, it was off to at least a temporary home.