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Event Eleven.
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A grass-bank beyond, A blue sky of spring, White clouds on the wing; What a little thing To remember for years -- To remember with tears!" | |
Welcome to Awash's eleventh event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. | |
he day is normal. It's a bit chillier than it's been, the nip of fall in the air, but as the new people in the Town settle in... things have gotten peaceful.
ii - surprise me, punk
Or, well, it was the perfect plan... until this tall nerd just happens to wander a bit too close for comfort. Maybe Reim noticed the sleeping cat, maybe he didn't—he's still intruding, and Mogget clicks his tongue in annoyance before (sleepily) calling out to him.]
Keep your distance, lest I see something I have absolutely no desire to see. You humans are so very... emotional.
[Gross! He's just going to keep his eyes shut, thank you very much.]
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Maybe. Perhaps, instead, he is still banking on this "a bigger data pool is a better data pool!" thing he was trying the first day or so. But probably it's the former; he's exhausted, this cat is uncooperative, he's going to ruin this cat's day for the sake of his ongoing research. So.
Mercifully for Mogget it's a short memory, although it does seem to be two memories mashed together end-to-end; the first sees Reim, outside a large brick building, minding his own business when a shadow envelops him and a monstrously huge owl lands not a foot from him with a ground-shaking thud and a ripple of feathers that are bigger than he is. He nearly passes out. There are people riding it?!
Then, a smash cut to another owl memory, this time with Reim himself riding atop it, clinging for dear life and thinking of nothing else except being on land again and maybe throwing up once or twice. Another sudden landing later and he's forced himself shakily to his feet, still standing on the back of the massive bird, waving his arms and calling out to a bunch of men in uniforms that this is a good bird, a very good bird, and please do not harm it!! The rest of the memory has conversation, sure, but Reim spends half of it watching the owl shrink down to the size of a football, at which point he picks it up like one and proceeds to carry it around under his arm for a solid half hour.
Owlventures. What the hell is anyone talking about in the background here? It's not important. The football owl is important. Take that, mean cat. Birds are great.]
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But hunger aside, he exits that whimsical memory with one simple wish: to scratch the shit of this rude human's hand. It's why he quickly rolls to one side, drawing one paw back as he prepares to strike!]
Of all the foolishness—
[Move quickly, Reim, or find out just how sharp Mogget keeps his claws.]
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Perhaps you should have minded your manners!
[Then, of course, he starts to shake his arm to dislodge this rude kitty.]
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Perhaps you should have kept your hands to yourself!
[There's a ripping noise as Mogget's claws pulls the tear even wider, causing his smug self to glance upward for the first time—and boom. As soon as Reim's boring eyes meet Mogget's emerald ones, it's time for yet another memory.
Which... also involves riding a giant bird? Closer inspection, however, reveals that a very content Mogget curled up inside a small paper aircraft, which has been cleverly painted to resemble a bird. The teenage girl sitting in front of him whistles strange-sounding melodies, seemingly in control of everything, until suddenly she... is not. The aircraft drops right out of the sky with absolutely no warning, causing the terrified cat to yowl and scramble up onto the girl's shoulder; fear, however, quickly gives way to a calm, almost grim determination, because the girl is obviously too frightened to do anything at all.
"Trust me!" Moggets howls, jumping from her shoulder to her lap. "Loose my collar, and remember the ring!"
The girl stares at him for a moment, hesitating, before leaning forward to swiftly pull the red leather collar over Mogget's head. There's a feeling of immense satisfaction, like Mogget has been waiting for this to happen for quite some time, but... there's something darker there, too? As Mogget-the-cat begins to shift into a shining, white-blue blur, Reim will feel a rapidly growing bloodlust—
—But then it's over, thank goodness! And without any further ado, a thoroughly chastened Mogget yanks his paw free and silently falls to the ground.]
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Hmph, [he begins, gathering the loose strips of his sleeve together with his other hand like that will stick them back together. Hmm!]
You aren't a cat by design, then?
[reim you can't just ask people if they're really cats]