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Cryolites thoughts existed as extraplanar things, difficult to track and conform into concise little packages. It was just all -- soo soo much, sometimes? Albite made it seem easy, and the others made it seem natural, and? There'd been some sort of insistence that he should *know* - he was Senshi and it was innately a part of him. Except all he had to his name was a rock and fritzy ice particles that clung at the most inconvenient of times, exhaustion, fatigue, chills.

Cryolite more often felt like Albite'd gotten it wrong, all that chaos, his hopes become fears that maybe his big oaf of a battery had too easy a time dragging him under till he drowned..

Annoyed huff for the buzz of -- "Tama!" Cryolite spun round, eyed the perfectly coifed white ball of fluff. It would never not be unnerving, to have someone move on silent paws, but give off an energy source that betrayed them, or maybe it was something to simply get used to? Regardless, it was the perfect stroke of luck, to have someone who knew something about Senshi. That wasn't waru -- or a youma -- or...

"This is perfect -- can I steal you for an hour?" self consciously he slid his palms over his non-existent clothing, brushed smooth the sway of black sash.

"Thank you" soft hisst relief, the hitch of nervous tension left Cryolite by degrees, and he had the strength of will not to blush for being 'seen'; how in the nine rings of hellfire Albite had trounced about half naked for so long?! Syrus preferred pullover sweaters, fitted suits, three-pieces - actual honest to ******** gods *clothing*. He was glad he at least looked *good* in the getup, and now had five times more the reason to go to a gym on a Wednesday then he ever had before.

"Mmhm, I'm beginning to think I start with myself. A Dossier on -- The Senshi -- our resident braided, breasted, showboat of a himbidiot goes on and on about - his planet? No, Moon. He expressed to me how important that was to getting the hang of all *this*." a gesture to himself, flustered fetter of fingers before he was bunny dipping to reach for the floor. Tama's willingness was as endearing as his tail swish.

"I need to know who I was before? I don't...tsk, there's not enough in the manual that isn't labled 'find a cat'. So?" Tama was strikingly soft, where Cryolite curled his fingers, ginger as a labrador with an egg in its mouth, to hoist the cat up and start walking. He knew he was going on - was long words and longer legs for it - but he couldn't help himself. Lacking pertinent information had always been stressful. Magic was something he couldn't read, or pick out of a book; it was in his blood and he simply had to 'be it'.

"Mmph, though, you should know that ever bit of truth I hinted at was, in fact, a lie? I thought it'd be more fun if it was all mystery..." Cryolite dared to 'pet', hesitant of the rules regarding sentience and alien animals. One pet couldn'tve hurt though, right? Certainly he could walk and talk at the same time - make a beeline towards Faustites office so they could have something like privacy.

The purring encouraged more bold petting, an extra scritch and huffed breath of amusement for all of Tama's quips. He found that he could agree with some of the Mauvians more astute observations. Such a good kitty...

"With, myself - well," Not for the first, second, third, or thirteenth time. Syrus wished teleportation didn't have a promotional requirement behind it. Ah, all the things he could've done in excess if he simply had all sorts of power dumped into his lap without grinding up a tiered ladder that screamed 'tenured hierarchy' first. Ohwell, it seemed a very understandable way of the world, something he couldnt've easily navigated, even; though only if he hadn't a magical singsongsaying to memorize prior to earning it!

"For starters? Albite, handled my awakening." pretending very hard to glance away from those x-ray wyes which made his napehairs stand on end, no, Cryolite focused on finding his way along the usual path; stealing steppingstones home towards a familiar office. All for the sake of avoiding having this particular conversation in the draft of yawning halls. "A hell of a thing, being a favor traded in like that? For him, mind you. Not that Hessonite and Faustite weren't perfectly professional about things...but....Albite." as if that was explanation enough. The particular way saying made him roll his eyes with the short sound, coming up short just as the particular door he was looking for came into view.

No typical blaze of fire, but still warm long after it's primary occupant had left...

"It was cold, freezing, I reached for power and found it scattering. All the energy was there in the beginning. Right in my grasp, heavy enough to drag me down into that brittle, icy void of...space? But every now n' then.." the door opened with ease, and he let them both in. Kicked it closed behind them and stole a seat on Faustites glasstop desk. All the warped metal that showed far too much wear and tear for any poor piece of furniture to have ever deserved. "Albite told me a cat tells you of the stars, and that connects you to your place? I've not the first clue of what the hell that means though; especially coming from him." wistful sighs for how the one that'd dragged him into this mess was all empty headed, and full assed.

In fact? How dare Albite have such an innate sense of 'Senshidom' by comparison! Was it simply a gift of existing without thoughts? Something more?

"He calls on it like -- some autonomic thing, and I think too much, maybe? Or, I could be lacking a cat like you?" all easy praise and hopeful Crystaline gaze, he hoped Tama could sort him out. Surely the Mauvian was better than any manual, or Albites way of turning normal human speech into tongues.

Ooh, oh, Syrus knew that face. Knew it deep down inside, felt and wanted to smush the look off the lovely white cat's ever so gently. He chuckled some manner of dry instead, appreciated the shared pain.

"I barely know my planet, it's orientation? Let alone my Sphere proper. This is Albite we're talking about, after all. Sometimes, when I bring up the use of his 'henshin pen' - it's as though I've sprouted a third head to speak a new language with, and then? He puts the ******** thing between his teeth and just -- becomes -- a Senshi." sincere sighs and gentle nods as he took Tama's words in with some measure of severity. Listening even as he found his fingers unconsciously playing with the little tufts of fur that peeked up neath bowtie n cape proper.

"With him - who knows, a compendium of helium and bad jokes, probably? Now," speaking of pens, spheres, and hyper intelligent cats. Syrus pulled his free, simple thing that seemed to have a mind of it's own. Soft pastel blues and an icy ring round the top; he'd nearly confused it with a work pen - till he used it properly. "since you're the smartest of us here? Give me everything you know. Everything that man has? I want that and more." oh the glean of greed in his eyes for the way Tama spoke of stars and power. He'd never met a better cat. Of this he was sure.

Like a sponge- Cryolite soaked the information up, drank it in. Oh, how thirsty had he been for more than flame broiled snippets and beefy, broad shouldered, shrugs? Who would’ve thought that his answers were contained within the compact, velvet soft mind of a c a t — no — *Mauvian*. For all the characteristics Tama shared with his Earthborn counterparts, the difference lived in his eyes.

A level of soul piercing intelligence; shameless tease, hungry, but not the way animals were.

He wasn’t even bonded to the snow-stark, sassy b*****d, and already Sy understood Albite’s utter joy for it! It was always astounding for how that bull of a man didn’t even like cats the same way Syrus was sure ‘he’ did!

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” it was easier to hand the wand over to the devil he didn’t know, than it’d been to offer his friend his soul. Such a n oddity — Cry blamed those eyes — “go on, no need to be gentle with it either. I’ve always liked learning things the hard way.” Such a terrible tease, but Cryolite delivered it without batting an eye; deadpan desire for whatever was to come.

Dione? No snow bound moniker swathed in an even icier overture of sound. Just Dione. Cryolite found that he liked it - that it slaked something smooth and clean under the surface for him. Like black ice on an open road — or those picturesque vistas in the alps, lakes frozen so clear that you could see straight to the bottom of them.

“You’re a perfect creature, did you know that?” Certainly someone should’ve told Tama this daily. Dexterous little troublemaker, all sharp grin and gleam. Syrus wasn’t sure how to thank him yet — but would likely find a way.

“What’s Dione of? An asteroid, a planet? *How cold do you think it gets there —-*” and even more importantly than that? “—-how do I get to Eternal?” If Albite had rank akin to the weight of his a**? Then Cryolite wanted that too - wanted to surpass bars and step beyond himself. Even if he struggled with ripping off the training wheels in the beginning.

The questions fell free and his fingers roamed, cautious to find a bit of neck and scitch neath the caplets collar there. A splay of long dark nails over white fur.

“I should’ve had a Cat from the beginning, one like you, specifically.” The idea of wrangling haymitch made him shudder. A kitten for a match? He could not do with it!

Syrus could've purred just under the skin of Cryolite, a shudder ran his spine for the knowing. A chill like a thrill that tipped into hairs standing on edge out of excitement for the knowledge - and how Tama was far better equipped to be disseminating it, sliver by delicious, juicy, sliver, than Albite ever would've been. His street smarts and main-vein into his magic didn't help *here* - where soft words and vicious insight was needed most of all.

"You're fantastic," curl of thumb under jaw, up round those tufted and tipped ear points, "intelligent. Tsk, Dione -- she sounds like a winters kiss of a moon." curious awh, less a question and more an imaginative statement. The whole of it made him think of some lesser known Grecian goddess; who gave the kind of love that left one skinned and bloody in it's aftermath. That shattered entire hearts. He'd have to look into it more on his own time, test his limits and bounds of power on some proper opponents -- chances were that meant 'Albite', always open to take what was given, no matter how messily done...

"But you know I'll look into it all deeply." With Tamas help, even and Cryolite decided to indulge the Mauvian for his good works, what was half an hour of praise filled petting n preening? The cat deserved to be well paid in turn for his gift. "Thank you Tama."