That absolutely lovable b*****d.
Almadel had really done it this time. He had given them a way out of the worst of this predicament. But, as always, with the horned alien, he’d required a price.
They would have to craft the things themselves.
Tama stared down at the blueprints. One extraterrestrial shield. One chuck of space metal to block off an attack. One way to send that Calamitous Hallow — or whatever it wanted to call itself — a message that Earth was their domain.
After glancing at the recipe, the Mauvian knew what he needed to do. But he needed help. If they wanted to get enough of these into orbit in time, he would need a lot of hands.
Well, to be exact, a lot of paws.
To the esteemed Mauvians of Destiny City,
I request your presence at one Nekosuke Cat Cafe at 9pm on March 29th. A fortuitous opportunity has presented itself from one Almadel, mysterious space merchant. A set of blueprints has been delivered that is set to deliver us from our present storm-related predicament.
Please enter through the back cat-sized door.
And be civil. We, be use Order or Chaos, are all Mauvians.
So check your claws at the door.
- Tama
I request your presence at one Nekosuke Cat Cafe at 9pm on March 29th. A fortuitous opportunity has presented itself from one Almadel, mysterious space merchant. A set of blueprints has been delivered that is set to deliver us from our present storm-related predicament.
Please enter through the back cat-sized door.
And be civil. We, be use Order or Chaos, are all Mauvians.
So check your claws at the door.
- Tama
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