✵ [April Catchall] Gather in the summer, gather in the winter;

[cantgetanyworse]

🧙 WHO: Jane Porter (cantgetanyworse), Thanatos (inevitablerest), Poison (writtendestiny), Red Wine (judgementor), & Mogget (themogget)... and perhaps you.
⚔️️ WHAT: TDM things, quests, general prompts, closed prompts for April. Drop me a prompt to answer if you like!
🕒 WHEN: Through April.
🗺️ WHERE: Noted in prompts.
⚠️ WARNINGS: Warned where required.

✵ Jane Porter
  + Toss a Coin to your Healer! | OTA
✵ Thanatos
  + Springtime for Skeletons | OTA
✵ Poison
  + The Unnamed Marshes | OTA
✵ Red Wine
  + [Quest] The Missing Mindful | OTA
✵ Mogget
  + [Quest] Garrrrr! Goyles | OTA

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Garrrrr! Goyles

[themogget]

[Since spending a day sleeping and then waking up with a renewed sense of purpose and satisfaction with both the world and his existence as a whole thanks to no small amount of recovered memories, Mogget decides one day to make himself useful by assisting with one of the many quests that are posted out for the off-worlders of Avalon to fulfil.

This is how a small white cat ends up trailing after somebody who is clearly hunting down the gargoyles, observing them closely until he works out their intentions. For the most part this seems an easy task, though he would not like to find himself on the business end of those nasty-looking stone claws. While their pranks seem harmless enough Mogget is not surprised to know that the quest poster wants them removed.

Most people seem to be managing well enough with it, but when the person he is following suffers a small misstep, a brief moment of not quite paying enough attention, they will find the swipe that the gargoyle sends their way blocked by a shimmering barrier of hard light.

And there's a cat sitting nearby, just staring at them.]

You're welcome.

[flewfromthecage]

[It being an easy task is why Garnet is inclined to try the job for herself, packing a knife hidden under her waistband as she goes. As is unsurprising for a novice, though, she does find herself not paying attention at some point, only realizing once the gargoyle hits the barrier that she's just been saved.]

Ah!

[Before turning to check who has erected the barrier, she decides to pull out her trump card -- a large bear she has asked to come along with her. Killing it seems unlikely, so scaring it off is the only option. Fortunately, bears are quite good at that, particularly when they stand on their back legs and start swiping. Unwilling to be on the other end of those claws, especially when it is not fully nighttime yet, the gargoyle darts off at the first opportunity. It may come back once the sun sets, though...

But for now, she glances around, looking for the person who saved her skin from petrification just a moment ago. The only one around, however, is the white cat, staring steadily at her.]

...A cat?

[It doesn't seem like that much of a stretch for a cat to have magic here, but it's odd... She crouches down to bring herself to his level.]

Was that really you?

[themogget]

[The cat - a small, white creature with very bright green eyes and a red collar - blinks once at Garnet when she turns her attention to it. Then it speaks again in that same peculiar, mewling voice.]

It was really me.

[The tip of his tail flips back and forth against the ground as he looks at her, then he shifts his attention off in the direction of the retreating gargoyle. Hrm. They are very troublesome creatures.]

Yes, I am a cat. I am not a human currently shaped like a cat. Nor am I somebody's familiar. Does that answer all of your immediate questions?

[flewfromthecage]

[She gapes. Pauses.]

...Yes, actually. You must hear that quite often.

[Why else would he be so prepared to answer? Well, there are stranger things here than a magic-using cat.]

It'll be nightfall soon... the gargoyles become bold under the cover of darkness when they can't be hurt, it seems. I was out trying to chase off the troublesome ones, but I should probably stop before the sun sets. Are you going to remain out here?

[themogget]

[Far more often than he would like. Mogget does despair of the lack of imagination that some people have...

He stares at her, then his bright eyes close in a slow blink. Something else he has noticed is that people tend to be concerned about him, small and cute as he is, and though such worry is entirely unnecessary he doesn't mind it quite as much.]

I see no reason why not. [Mogget drawls out lazily. His tail swishes back and forth behind him.] Not everyone is going to be so cautious as you, and one can never have too many favours owed to them, don't you think?

[flewfromthecage]

But you don't need a reason to help someone, right? It doesn't have to result in a debt.

[Totally borrowing a leaf from Zidane's book there. She's reminded a little of his relationship with Amarant, actually.]

You should find somewhere to take shelter. What if they become brazen and try to attack you? It'll be difficult to chase them away until the sun rises again.

[themogget]

[The cat lets out a little purr.]

Maybe you don't need a reason.

[But Mogget, at least this version of Mogget, is overtly selfish and often uninterested in helping for helping's sake. That isn't to say he never does it... but he would never admit that he does it.]

But they're not interested in me, I'm just a cat. [... Decidedly not a cat, or 'just' anything.] Perhaps some kind soul will have left a window open for me tonight.

[flewfromthecage]

Well... perhaps so, but...

[Still, she hesitates, tilting her head curiously.]

The street is still no place for a cat to be out in the open at night. I don't mind lending you a windowsill if you should desire it.

[themogget]

[Again, he stares at her, apparently thinking. His ears twitch and the restless swishing of his tail stops as he curls it back around his paws again. People are always so concerned about him. It's interesting.]

Hmn. Very well.

[He doesn't warn her as he springs up from the ground to land on her shoulder. Mogget manages to balance without the use of his claws, leaving her unscathed in that regard... if perhaps a little startled.]

You may call me Mogget.

[flewfromthecage]

[Indeed, it does startle her, but she manages not to fall over, instead rising to her feet carefully so as not to knock him off balance and force him to use his claws for purchase. Turning her head a little so that his fuzz is rubbing against her cheek, she smiles.]

Nice to meet you. My name is Garnet til Alexandros XVII, but you may call me Garnet or Dagger.

[Like all cats, this one seems to have quite the personality already. It's only appropriate, actually.]

We have a capybara, but he does not pay much attention to the windows, so I don't think he will bother you. So you're free to use it as long as you like, or at least until the gargoyle issues are solved.

[themogget]

Garnet or Dagger? Which do you prefer?

[Mogget does indeed have quite the personality. For a being who would often claim to not be entirely a cat, he definitely acts like a cat a lot of the time. Especially when he's being haughty about things.]

And what is a capybara?

[The Old Kingdom does not have capybaras, and Mogget does not often come across things he doesn't know.]