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| log = {{Tab}}If there is one thing worse for a long-furred cat than small children, it is rain. And possibly bubble gum, but that's a horror not to be conscioned. Misty is currently the sole occupant of the entire couch, sprawled in feline possession of the leather furniture and contorted into a furry pretzel to groom all of the remaining icky water out of the fur at the back of her rump. The scent of damp cat is, at least, less pungent than wet dog. | | log = {{Tab}}If there is one thing worse for a long-furred cat than small children, it is rain. And possibly bubble gum, but that's a horror not to be conscioned. Misty is currently the sole occupant of the entire couch, sprawled in feline possession of the leather furniture and contorted into a furry pretzel to groom all of the remaining icky water out of the fur at the back of her rump. The scent of damp cat is, at least, less pungent than wet dog. | ||
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{{Tab}}A small shake of Nuit's head follows the last words from Amity "Just ... Nuit... s'il vous plait. Please. I am... no ones ... mistress." She shudders internally. Turning her back on the other woman and the cat she walks toward the door that 'Moonbeam' had so recently darted through. She is through it not more than 30 seconds before she returns with a pair of mud caked black boots. "Hmm. Novy will scold me for these being in the Refrigerator," Her eyes frown, as much expression of distaste that can be seen on her almost invisible face. Pink streaks through the three orbs followed by a teal color. Where the colors before were like lightning bolts through the faint glows, this teal spreads until it encompeses their entire surface; Nuit's inner glow shifts slowly to match it. She laughs. It is a strange laugh, a dry barking sound like concrete being jerked across asphalt. But it is a laugh. "Novy may tell me the cold was good for them. Gets the mud off easier. She is the cold, after all, my dear Novy." Nuit shakes her head ruefully, before she turns facing a random direction. She studies something in the distance for a moment, then turns back to Amity. "That is a large cat. I did not know human's house cats were able to grow that large. Does it have access to the Contract with The Steel Glass of Mirror somehow?" Drifting away from humanity indeed. | {{Tab}}A small shake of Nuit's head follows the last words from Amity "Just ... Nuit... s'il vous plait. Please. I am... no ones ... mistress." She shudders internally. Turning her back on the other woman and the cat she walks toward the door that 'Moonbeam' had so recently darted through. She is through it not more than 30 seconds before she returns with a pair of mud caked black boots. "Hmm. Novy will scold me for these being in the Refrigerator," Her eyes frown, as much expression of distaste that can be seen on her almost invisible face. Pink streaks through the three orbs followed by a teal color. Where the colors before were like lightning bolts through the faint glows, this teal spreads until it encompeses their entire surface; Nuit's inner glow shifts slowly to match it. She laughs. It is a strange laugh, a dry barking sound like concrete being jerked across asphalt. But it is a laugh. "Novy may tell me the cold was good for them. Gets the mud off easier. She is the cold, after all, my dear Novy." Nuit shakes her head ruefully, before she turns facing a random direction. She studies something in the distance for a moment, then turns back to Amity. "That is a large cat. I did not know human's house cats were able to grow that large. Does it have access to the Contract with The Steel Glass of Mirror somehow?" Drifting away from humanity indeed. | ||
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Participants | 30 June, 2020 A day at the Wayhouse and a very, very frightened cat. Wyrdos are Wyrd! |
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If there is one thing worse for a long-furred cat than small children, it is rain. And possibly bubble gum, but that's a horror not to be conscioned. Misty is currently the sole occupant of the entire couch, sprawled in feline possession of the leather furniture and contorted into a furry pretzel to groom all of the remaining icky water out of the fur at the back of her rump. The scent of damp cat is, at least, less pungent than wet dog.
Misty's fur first sleeks down, then starts to floof further as she gets her hackles up, edging up onto her paws and backing toward the cushioned seat-back of the couch to press herself against it as her tail lifts, eyes fixed on Nuit.
A clock somewhere chimes out the hour. Nuit, but for years of being the silent tracker, the hushed, the wordless, looks as if she would scream in sudden terror as the chimes continue counting the hour. When they finally stop, her eyes are even more darting this way and that; for all the power that oozes off her in waves (no longer hidden by Clause and Contract) the Wisp is more paralyzed by fear than one with her power should be. Perhaps that is why she is here, in the Wayhouse; the closest place of safety when the terror gripped at her mind.
Once standing properly on the floor again her translucent form can be seen to hold a glow within it, no longer obscured by living shadow that was pulled around her. Inside it glows a nether light, a dark black that pulses, while streaked with dull pink. Occasionally silver wreaths over it like lightning, gone in a second. "I ..." Nuit's voice is hoarse and rough, even for her natural whispery state "I apologize." she says to no one in particular. "You don't... don't have to worry. I have it under control..." The three balls of light have moved to settle around her left shoulder, dancing quietly. One of them bobs upward and seems to chide her. "Yes," Nuit says turning her head to it "I do. She knows. So do you." Nuit turns to Amity and the cat that darted in fear. "It has been... a long while... since I was ... out." she says in that same hoarse whisper; though now it is clearly directed at the Changeling in front of her.
"It's alright--hold on--!" She makes a grab for Misty, trying to get hold of her. Of course, trying to grab a cat that doesn't want to be grabbed is like trying to grab water...
One of the orbs of light (not the one she spoke to before) dips in its flight in quiet acceptance, and darts off. It doesn't seem to have to search hard - flying unerringly out of the room. It returns a moment later, buzzing beside Nuit's ear. "Thank you. I will retrieve them soon," the Will-o-Wisps murmurs, before turning to see if the cat and its unintended climbing post have calmed. "Bonne apres-midi, mon aimee. I apologize again. I am Nuit; I am not certain if I have made your acquaintance yet... There are ... issues." she frowns at herself at the last word, before shaking her head.
"Bonjour, madam," she replies in a quiet, flinty voice. "I am afraid we have not met before, no. I was... Bringing by some things. Ah..." She trails off. "I would remember you if I had." In her chest, there is a writhing mess of anxiety and fear but she does her best not to let it show. Of course, anyone who has known Amity can tell when she is under stress once they grow used to the small signs of it.
"My apologies. I am Amity," she says quietly. "Well met, Miss Nuit." She looks at the other Changeling with a mixture of fear, disgust, jealousy, pity. To be so far gone from one's humanity must be a terrible thing, but... surely to have such power is gratifying in its own way?
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