The Cat sometimes known as Pounce (
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Time spent with cats is never wasted.
🧙 WHO: The Cat and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: A Cat
🕒 WHEN: After the Event
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None anticipated
Warm in the Sun
The days are getting cooler, but the weather is still pleasant enough that the Cat enjoys spending most of his time out of doors. The architectural style of Camelot is such that there are plenty of fine spots to take a nap, and today he's chosen a decorative stone wall. It's out of the way enough that he doesn't feel crowded by people in the streets, far enough into the main road that it gets sun all day, and tall enough that other animals don't bother him. It's a rather lovely spot.
To passersby he is a perfectly round bun of black fur, turned golden in the sun. Anyone who comes too close will see him open a single purple eye, but otherwise he makes no move. With a bit of courage, you may even be able to pet him.
Begging for Attention
The mood in Camelot has been abysmal since the arrival of the refugees. It isn't only the tragedies that resulted in so many refugees, but the crowding and heightened tempers clashing against each other almost constantly. The Cat doesn't have any close friends that he particularly wants to see to, but he dislikes seeing so many people so unhappy when they were in high spirits just a few days before.
Spotting someone who looks particularly stressed but not particularly busy, he pads after them and meows.
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[ Is your character somewhere they could feasibly be approached by a cat with teleportation powers? Congratulations, you've been visited by a purple eyed constellation.
flamingchemist for questions or requests! ]
⚔️️ WHAT: A Cat
🕒 WHEN: After the Event
🗺️ WHERE: Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: None anticipated
Warm in the Sun
The days are getting cooler, but the weather is still pleasant enough that the Cat enjoys spending most of his time out of doors. The architectural style of Camelot is such that there are plenty of fine spots to take a nap, and today he's chosen a decorative stone wall. It's out of the way enough that he doesn't feel crowded by people in the streets, far enough into the main road that it gets sun all day, and tall enough that other animals don't bother him. It's a rather lovely spot.
To passersby he is a perfectly round bun of black fur, turned golden in the sun. Anyone who comes too close will see him open a single purple eye, but otherwise he makes no move. With a bit of courage, you may even be able to pet him.
Begging for Attention
The mood in Camelot has been abysmal since the arrival of the refugees. It isn't only the tragedies that resulted in so many refugees, but the crowding and heightened tempers clashing against each other almost constantly. The Cat doesn't have any close friends that he particularly wants to see to, but he dislikes seeing so many people so unhappy when they were in high spirits just a few days before.
Spotting someone who looks particularly stressed but not particularly busy, he pads after them and meows.
Wildcard
[ Is your character somewhere they could feasibly be approached by a cat with teleportation powers? Congratulations, you've been visited by a purple eyed constellation.
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[ Nosy kid. Right to the point. Alberto's own cat shifts its position, sitting upright, looking the Cat over with curious eyes, its wings folded against its back. It seems to understand what's being said, but cannot speak. Unfair, really. ]
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[ It's a simplified version of the truth. In his own world he speaks mind-to-mind, only giving the impression that he's speaking as a human does, not a cat. Here it's a little different.
He doesn't look at the cat familiar, but he's as aware as any other cat of a stranger in his proximity. ]
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[ He is obviously unimpressed. ]
...What's a "constellation?"
[ Ah. That's why. ]
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A pattern of stars.
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[ That takes a second to sink in, but his face cracks a smile after a beat. ]
Heh! I bet my friend Luca would love to meet you. He likes stars. More than he likes cats, but, y'know~
[ He gives a light shrug, but seems eager to continue the conversation, a boyish excitement about him now. ]
Hey, can I ask you something? Have you ever touched the Big Fish? The one that protects the stars? What's it feel like?
[ ...what the hell is he talking about... ]
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The stars protect themselves.
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[ That was not his question. He’s not letting it go. He has to know for personal reasons… He’s pretty much accepted that stars aren’t fish, however dubiously and reluctantly, but that’s really the extent of his understanding of astronomy… ]
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There is no fish constellation particularly larger than any other.
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Ugh…! The huge golden white thing in the sky almost every night! The thing that’s a gazillion times bigger than all the anchov— stars, whatever! Maybe it’s not a fish, I dunno, I don’t know what it’s called, but I know you know!
[ Children are frustrated easily. Preteen boys the easiest. ]
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It is billions of stars, arranged in a disc-like shape around the Earth. Most often it takes the form of a river. I have walked it many times. I do not know what name it has here.
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[ He’s standing at full attention, a triumphant grin on his face. That… was not what was just said. He just wants to be right. ]
This girl I know told Luca stars are fire. I knew she didn’t know what she was talking about!
[ …Alberto doesn’t know what he’s talking about. That’s becoming increasingly obvious. He seems to think the sky is water…? He doesn’t even know the name of the moon. Let alone have any concept of planets or galaxies. This conversation is off the rails. ]
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You have not answered my question.
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Eh? ...What— why don't I nap in the sun, you mean?
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[ He lets an airy hint of laughter decorate his tone, giving a light shrug, open posture, still holding the Polaroid in one hand. But something flashes across his face after a beat that's a bit less lighthearted, and takes some wind from his sails. He's not lying, he does nap in the sun probably more often than most people still, but that's exactly the thought that strikes him, and he's caught off-guard by the question a second time (though, quite less than the first!)... Maybe it deserves a fairer answer, on second thought. ]
Or, uh— I used to. More often, at least. I used to live on an island. For a really long time... My dad was away a lot so I just did whatever I wanted all the time. And I still kinda do, in general—! But it's not like that in the human towns... Other people aren't doing that. If I laid down right here and took a nap right now? Definitely weird, hah. But a cat? Toootally normal. People expect you to be doing whatever you want, y'know?
[ That same natural laughter dances through some parts, good-humored despite the relative bleakness of his point, but all the same tinged with laughter, an expressive and nonchalant young man if there ever was one. But clearly putting on airs to make light of gravity. ]
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[ He doesn't care much about what the boy chooses to do with his time, but he does wonder if he realizes how meaningless human expectations can be at times. That, and the Cat likes to make people think. ]
That strangers might think you odd?
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[ He narrows his eyes. Indeed, the Cat likes to make people think. ]
People scold you if you don't follow "the rules." It's annoying! I can't always do what I want anymore. When you're alone, you make the rules — there's no one around to tell you what to do. I-I mean! I didn't used to have to worry about money, I just had stuff...! I No one kept telling me to go to school all the time. I spent all my time in the sun! Now I'm, like, the bad kid again, even though I know I'm not — which just makes it more annoying.
[ He leans against the wall again, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, frustrated. Perhaps it's easier to talk to a cat than other kids. Much less adults. He's not particularly concerned with impressing this star-cat, the way he might with any and all of his friends. There's no need to put on airs. It's a cat. ]
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If you didn't need money before, then why do you need it now?
[ Is there, perhaps, some reason it's in his best interest to go to school? ]
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[ It sounds like this kid really was isolated from society. And he keeps saying “human this,” “human that,” like it doesn’t apply to him, this scornfulness. He hasn’t gotten to kvetch at anyone cuz he’s always trying to pretend that he’s getting on better than he is. Living alone with no help on a private island was hard, but easy. Living with an adult to provide and look out for him in the human town was easy, but hard. Living alone with no help in an even bigger, crazier human town, though? It’s just been hard. Far be it for Alberto to ever admit that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, though. At least not to a cat — albeit magic talking star-cat. ]
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Taking what you want when it belongs to someone else is theft. It is especially shameful when they provide you with permissable ways to obtain those things.
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[ He groans again, dragging his free hand over his face in frustration. ]
When I lived in the human town, I worked in the pescheria my friend's dad ran, and I helped him out, so he helped me out. On my island, I was alone, so I did whatever I want. Now I'm alone in a human town — but even though I'm alone again, I can't do whatever I want.
[ He rolls his eyes dramatically, turning to look the cat straight-on with an exasperated expression, but rather matter-of-fact, too, waving his free hand for emphasis. ]
That's why I'd rather just nap in the sun. You see?
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How old must one be to work in this world?
[ He's from a medieval universe, 10 year-olds risking their lives in battle is perfectly normal, if you can walk and talk you can work. ]
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[ He rolls his eyes again, but looks up at the sky, ruminatively. ]
I’ve been old enough to take care of myself for years, but I’m not old enough to get paid to fish? I even found another pescheria in town the sea monster guy told me about — a couple of ‘em, actually — but they all said I’m too young… Just told me to go to school…
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Anyway, that's not really the focus here, he'll find out more about that later. ]
Have you gone?
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[ A flat, immediate answer. That's absurd to Alberto! ]
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