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How many times had he nearly gotten himself killed in the past few weeks?

Minchir counted off the altercations on his fingers, brows knitting firmly as he moved over to his second hand. That was at least seven, and while there was a good handful of rescued civilians to show for it, there were also bruises, cuts, and a fractured rib as well. This was easier when I had a court to work with. he thought to himself, scrunching up his nose.

Five more days. Then I can start my plans to go back. he thought to himself, but would just going back change the situation any? Being in Destiny City meant he was making progress, to some degree, in the battle against Chaos. But he hadn't heard back from anybody since his last e-mail and it was making him increasingly nervous.

Maybe he should have called on Alphard more. s**t, maybe he should have called on anybody more. Perhaps it wasn't that he wasn't strong, but that he was being too stubborn. It quickened his pace just a step more, the more he thought about it while making his usual circuit around the city. Even if it was getting colder and he really was wishing sleeves had been included in this uniform.

Minchir paused in his step, turning back to peer around him with a frown. Who was -

In a move that was perhaps only a normal one for anybody involved in the war, once he was certain it was nobody at his own height, he glanced down at the white feline that had taken up pace next to him, brow raising. Talking? Star on forehead? Definitely a Mauvian.

"Good evening. I don't usually see your sort while I'm out on patrol," he said, crouching to better make eye contact without straining his neck. "On a patrol of your own or just walking?"

Having a feline rubbing against his knees was a pretty clear indication that pets were allowed, and Minchir took the opportunity to offer some scritches behind Arthur's ears. "Well, yes. Is..is it that obvious? I mean, of course it's a little obvious, but..." he trailed off. Did Mauvians actually do anything when it came to battle?

Or maybe this guy had a court? Oh, he would have taken up that offer in a heartbeat.

The sudden question brought the thoughts to a halt, however. "Ready for what?"

"Would a deshedder brush help?" he asked, almost feeling dumb in the offer. "I mean, I don't have one, but I can get one. I don't imagine it's fun to uh...get fur stuck on your tongue," Minchir's inner Cassian could already tell how dumb that sounded, but at least it was sincere.

"A pro-" he cut off the dumb question before it came out. "If you say so, then I'm definitely ready for that. What do I need to do? I mean, besides be here and be ready."

A more cowardly being may have taken some worry in the fact their upgrading Mauvian was a little out of practice. But Minchir also took pride in punching Youma in the face, so he didn't seem worried in the least as Arthur stretched himself out a bit. "Well, it isn't like there's a line out the door of those needing it, eh?"

When one didn't have pockets, it was a task and a half to figure out where to keep things. Whatever secret pocket or spot he had was somewhere in that enormous bow of his, however, and he produced the Henshin Pen without much fuss, offering it out to Arthur. "Try to not leave home without it. Never know when it'll be needed."

His own awakening had been.......

Well, it had been a thing, and frankly the cat responsible for it had not been seen since. Not for a lack of trying, but 'a brown cat with a star on their forehead' asked around mostly earned shrugs and a shake of the head. So the protocol was neither here nor there as far as Minchir was concerned. Yet watching as this white cat - a practical stranger - took up what seemed to be a familiar task was interesting.

And in what seemed like no time, it was different. He reached out to take the pen, the uniform of Minchir fading away to leave only Cassian as he took up the pen in hand again. It didn't feel different, but....

"Super Minchir Power, Make-Up!" he didn't do any grand wave of the pen, and perhaps it was unneeded. What should have taken a minute passed by in a second and there he stood, feeling very much the same and yet with a careful glance over, he could tell he wasn't.

Like the glasses. He tapped them once, then pulled them off his face. They were kinda cute - star shaped. "Is this the little something?" he asked with a smile.

"It'll look great until I catch another fist with my face. They're a little too nice to die that way...but I'll find a nice place to keep them," he assured, though it seemed for the time being the 'Nice Place' was his face. As Arthur did his walk around, Minchir turned in the opposite direction to allow a somewhat quicker view of the new uniform.

It was..not much different from the old one. Still no sleeves. But a few twangs of the new layers of fabric on his legs, and he nodded with approval.

He oofed slightly as Arthur jumped up, moving his arms to support the feline in hiking up. Better than claws, at least. "Well, I don't feel very different if I'm honest, but the uniform change is nice and I won't really know where I'm at until I take it for a test run...which maybe I'll get a chance to while I'm on patrol. Or it may be too cold for anybody to be out."

It was like cradling a very soft baby, only this one was somewhat less likely to throw up all over your back. Idly, he stroked Arthur's back. "A pick-me-up, hmmm? Too bad you probably won't appreciate a home cooked meal in the same way most would. I have some Mahi-Mahi at home that's calling my name and I would be more than happy to share it."

The idea either way would require him to be a bit less uniformed and again the white fuku gave way to a boy in a shirt with some vague horror movie reference on it and fortunately a coat. "Nice to meet you, Arthur. I'm Minchir - Cassian," Cassian leaned his head from side to side briefly, "Depending on if I'm in uniform or not."