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“Wooow,” Mao responds sarcastically. “A real fun MacGuffin. You must be so lucky to be blessed. Look at me. I’m a cat. I must be blessed too.”

“Too bad for the rest of us fragile creatures, we didn’t get hit by a plot device to make us almighty and important. Only murders in self-defense, murder is bad my ass. Look at yourself and tell me that again.”

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“You’d be surprised,” Mao purrs, almost uncomfortably so. “If you’re already willing to kill, you probably don’t think much of it at all.” He licks his paw, as if the statement was the most obvious one he could make. He sighs, before stretching his back.

“Anyway, why is a bug like you standing on two feet? Or…Upright, rather,” the cat asks. “You seem…more human than animal.”

“The one who brought up murder was you, but I’ll have you know I’ve only ever slain another being in self-defense.”

That’s actually true… for the most part.

“I have indeed seen how the moths here are fragile and miniscule. Those are nothing but feral creatures. But in the land I’ve come from, many intelligent bugs stand upright. Some on fours, still. Insects may not have been meant to gain sapience, but it was granted to them by a pale light. Not that I needed any such thing, myself.”

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Mao purrs in response…though, it really sounded like a human grumbling than just a regular cat purring. He had to bite his tongue if this person would leave them be. Talking would bring about the inevitable question.

“Jesus Christ,” Mao lets slip, very quietly under his breath. Then he looks up, and repeats himself one more time.

“Mao.”

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Great, the person didn’t leave. There goes his nap time. The only real redeeming factor of being a cat was stripped from him. Well, he may as well make a good impression.

“Mao,” he replies again, still refusing to speak human words. This time, there was a little bit of pep in his kitty timbre. Slowly, he begins to walk through the person’s legs, making sure not to wag his tail to convey irritation.

“Mao…” he said, his voice trailing off as he watched the cat move between his legs. He was reminded of Kabegami, and attributed Mao’s behaviour as one that most cats shared. Yet there was still something off about this one, and he couldn’t place what it was.

“Pleasure to meet you~ Though I do wonder what brings you all the way out here?~

[tsukiakaeru]

Great, the person didn’t leave. There goes his nap time. The only real redeeming factor of being a cat was stripped from him. Well, he may as well make a good impression.

“Mao,” he replies again, still refusing to speak human words. This time, there was a little bit of pep in his kitty timbre. Slowly, he begins to walk through the person’s legs, making sure not to wag his tail to convey irritation.

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Mao has a long day ahead of him tomorrow. For once in his lazy cat life, he was going to do some undercover work. Something about a heist by some felon. He didn’t really care, but it was better than the constant hunt for food. Which is why he needed a nap right about now.

So the black cat approached the tree, curling up, before noticing that the shadow above him was a bit too large.

“Just my luck,” Mao grumbles to himself, as he looks at the person in the tree. He signs, exasperated, and then replies the way any decent person would.

“Mao,” he mews, looking at the person with an irritated look.

Hearing the creature utter his name, Waka lept gracefully from the tree branch, gently floating down until the teeth of his geta softly touched the earth below.

“Bonjour, my little friend~” he said, looking at the cat with interest. “What brings you all the way out here?~”

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“You’d be surprised,” Mao purrs, almost uncomfortably so. “If you’re already willing to kill, you probably don’t think much of it at all.” He licks his paw, as if the statement was the most obvious one he could make. He sighs, before stretching his back.

“Anyway, why is a bug like you standing on two feet? Or…Upright, rather,” the cat asks. “You seem…more human than animal.”

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“You know what? I’m not so sure I believe you, runt,” Mao says. “Everyone says that. It’s not their intention. Sometimes it’s not your intention to kill someone, but you still serve time for it. Intention, my ass. Who cares what your intentions were? What matters is the result, above all else. You’re an anthropomorphic bug. You’re the one that doesn’t make any sense here.”

“I’m just a human stuck in a cat. You’re an anomaly that shouldn’t exist—and yet everyone in this city INSISTS I’m the strange one.”

What the—Oh, Nightmare’s Heart. It is that strange creature all over again. He braces himself, ready to be here for a long time.

“As if trying to touch your fur and committing murder are anywhere near equivalency…” Grimm mumbles. “But you’re not wrong, it seems I am quite the anomaly in this city. If you’re curious, go ahead and ask me anything you want. It’s only fair.” 

At least he knows what this thing is called now. ‘Cat.’

[tsukiakaeru]

Mao has a long day ahead of him tomorrow. For once in his lazy cat life, he was going to do some undercover work. Something about a heist by some felon. He didn’t really care, but it was better than the constant hunt for food. Which is why he needed a nap right about now.

So the black cat approached the tree, curling up, before noticing that the shadow above him was a bit too large.

“Just my luck,” Mao grumbles to himself, as he looks at the person in the tree. He signs, exasperated, and then replies the way any decent person would.

“Mao,” he mews, looking at the person with an irritated look.

@tsukiakaeru

Waka watched the cat approach, making no move to leave the tree branch he was currently perched on.

While the cat looked to be no different from a stray, the creature still caught his interest.

[tsukiakaeru]

“You know what? I’m not so sure I believe you, runt,” Mao says. “Everyone says that. It’s not their intention. Sometimes it’s not your intention to kill someone, but you still serve time for it. Intention, my ass. Who cares what your intentions were? What matters is the result, above all else. You’re an anthropomorphic bug. You’re the one that doesn’t make any sense here.”

“I’m just a human stuck in a cat. You’re an anomaly that shouldn’t exist—and yet everyone in this city INSISTS I’m the strange one.”

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“Hell if I know,” Mao responds. “Hell if I care. Does it even really matter if I can talk?” Mao gives a disapproving look, one that shows that he’s heard this question one too many times.

“Also, instead of apologizing, why don’t you get out of my personal space? One actually fixes the issue, you know.”

Grimm inches back and away. What a hostile little creature! This reminds him of some vessel-looking thing he saw back in Hallownest that he accidentally ran into once. The griping and moaning seemed to last for hours. He’s not doing that again.

“I can see I’ve struck a nerve, sir. Know that it was not my intention, and you are free to continue about your day.”

The Troupe Master bows before Mao, though he’s a little disappointed. If the furball isn’t willing to explain anything about animals, he’ll just have to go to the library and do his own research.

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“Uhuh,” Mao starts. “That’s what they all say. You know, I’m getting really sick of this place. All these magical creatures and deities, and the thing that freaks you out the most is a middle aged man in a cat. Typical humans.”

“Also, nice name, but uh, here’s the thing: I couldn’t care less.”

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Mao groans. “Even when you’re an anthropomorphic animal from a different universe that shouldn’t even exist, some things don’t change, huh?” Mao grumbles. Mao tried to take a step close, but after almost slipping and his claws extending reflexively to dig into the ice, he decides he’ll take this opportunity to stretch his aching back instead.

“Look, you’re pretty damn weird yourself, right?” Mao mentions. “This can’t be the first time you’ve met a talking animal at some point. Even if it were, cats, like birds and other animals, can mimic human speech pretty well under the right circumstances, so this is completely normal.”

The Bandicoot wobbles for a moment as he quickly places his hands back onto the ground to prevent himself from falling face first into the ice again. His green eyes watch the cat stretch for a moment before his mouth forms a thin line and gave a slight nod as a answer for a moment.

Well the cat had a point…..Technically, almost everyone he knows is a talking animal…..Heck would Polar and Pura count even tho they can’t talk but are still somewhat highly intelligent?  Crash soon adjusts his position so he was now sitting on his behind on the ice so he could easily sign without the fear of slipping.

 ‘ Ah yeah I guess you’re right on that…..I’m just normally used to mutants being the ones talking not like….Full on normal cats if you get what I mean ’

  ‘ Oh yeah My name is Crash by the way ’

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“Hell if I know,” Mao responds. “Hell if I care. Does it even really matter if I can talk?” Mao gives a disapproving look, one that shows that he’s heard this question one too many times.

“Also, instead of apologizing, why don’t you get out of my personal space? One actually fixes the issue, you know.”

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“Okay, insect, back the hell up,” Mao spits, without batting an eyelid. “Any closer and I’ll have a chunk of your hand for lunch.” Mao curls up tighter, as his cat tail swipes back in forth in annoyance.

“It seems like no one in this town cares about an animal’s private space. I’m sick of this damn shit. Do not touch me, you understand?”

Wait. This creature talks? Grimm yanks his hand back, staring blankly with surprise. He’s never heard any of the other things talk. They only seemed to make noises, or chirp, or screech…

“I… I apologize, sir! What are you? Do the others of your kind also speak? What about the feathered things? Do they speak as well?”

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Mao looks like at the person mowing down trees, watching from a safe distance. It looked like some dumbass who got their powers back. Having fun, he sees. What a waste. He kind of resembled a Contractor, except this flaunted waste of power shows that he clearly wasn’t. No one from his world was coming here anyway. The Stars weren’t that kind, and even if they were, anyone from his world were definitely not coming to come get him. He wouldn’t, anyway.

And, with a sigh, he turns to the wind bender and asks, with a very apathetic and uncaring look about the show of power, “Why? I certainly don’t care what you think if it doesn’t benefit me. You just seem like you want to be an ostentatious little bastard. That’s entertaining to watch,” he replies, snarky. “I think I’ll leave so I can grab some popcorn. How does that sound?”

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Having his power back under his command was quite enjoyable, and the wind sorcerer had been taking time to explore it and get used to it once more. Surprisingly enough, he’d been doing a majority of his exploration outside of the city- he didn’t want a bunch of goody two-shoes getting into his business if he caused property damage. Or at least, that’s what he would claim.

He’d cut down a line of trees just with a casual wave of his hands, power surging at his fingertips. Oh, he’d missed the wind being at his command like this! He was caught up in his mayhem- but still aware enough to notice a… cat? Ugh.

“What do you want? Shoo. Go away.”

[tsukiakaeru]

“Okay, insect, back the hell up,” Mao spits, without batting an eyelid. “Any closer and I’ll have a chunk of your hand for lunch.” Mao curls up tighter, as his cat tail swipes back in forth in annoyance.

“It seems like no one in this town cares about an animal’s private space. I’m sick of this damn shit. Do not touch me, you understand?”

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The Netwalk was full of strange things. It would look so normal, if not for the creatures hanging around. Ah, and there was one now. Grimm stares, observing its appearance with interest.  All covered in black fur, with such striking blueish purple eyes. Barely anything in this city had a shell, either being fleshy or furry. So odd, it is.

He decides he wants a closer look, inching forward. Lifting his arms from his cloak, he reaches forward, intending to pick the creature up…

[tsukiakaeru]

“Whatever you got,” Mao replies, apathetically. “I’m a stray, and I intend to keep it that way. The best things I can find usually is garbage.”

“Tell ya what; why don’t we just skip all this meaningless banter and I get what I want? Good deal, eh?” the cat retorts, sarcastically.

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“I’m not some cute catgirl or whatever you can feed some cat food to and call it a day, you know,” Mao replies, snarky. “Tactful and astute of you to figure out that cats need food to survive, however. Well done.”

“To be honest, this body is always hungry,” Mao mentions. “One of the many trifles of being a human permanently stuck to possess the bodies of normal animals, you could say.” He yawns, seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “So, yes, I could eat.”

Ah it does talk, not surprised in her look as she’s just looking at him. Since legit cat food is out of the choices yet she asks what kind of meal he prefers for a cat like him. All thanks to her unmentioned experience in the world of the living to be familiar with animals. Magical or not.

“Well, anything you prefer with? Fish or something… that sparks your interest?” She’d best not to feed cats something hazardous but something fit for themselves.

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“I’m not some cute catgirl or whatever you can feed some cat food to and call it a day, you know,” Mao replies, snarky. “Tactful and astute of you to figure out that cats need food to survive, however. Well done.”

“To be honest, this body is always hungry,” Mao mentions. “One of the many trifles of being a human permanently stuck to possess the bodies of normal animals, you could say.” He yawns, seemingly uninterested in the conversation. “So, yes, I could eat.”

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Ah, Golden. Should have stayed at Cotes but eh, doesn’t matter. She’s only interested of how the ward was built for while looking around the whole thing. The cat can’t help but to remind her of Yoruichi of her world, who also has a cat form. 

“You remind me of one of Captain Soi Fon’s friend. Do you need something or some cat food?” Hard to know if the cat is hungry or not. Might be picky but unsure as heck for Nanao.

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Mao groans. “Even when you’re an anthropomorphic animal from a different universe that shouldn’t even exist, some things don’t change, huh?” Mao grumbles. Mao tried to take a step close, but after almost slipping and his claws extending reflexively to dig into the ice, he decides he’ll take this opportunity to stretch his aching back instead.

“Look, you’re pretty damn weird yourself, right?” Mao mentions. “This can’t be the first time you’ve met a talking animal at some point. Even if it were, cats, like birds and other animals, can mimic human speech pretty well under the right circumstances, so this is completely normal.”

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Mao has always hated the snow. It was the worst thing he had to deal with as a stray. Ice, snow, all of it. It was never beneficial to him. All the cold just stuck to him like glue. His cat body shivered, and the feeling penetrated his bones. “Just my luck to live in a shithole like this, huh?” He asks himself.

Suddenly, he heard something hit the ice with a thud. Turning around, his purple irises are met with green ones of…an unusually large bandicoot. “Well,” he starts. “This is new.”

The Bandicoot just blinks at the other for a moment,an eyebrow raising for a moment as the other spoke. Well…..He couldn’t exactly say that a talking cat was weird since his entire existence is weird. With a soft shake of his head,Crash soon pushes himself up onto his knees,letting out a small noise as he slightly slips again almost face planting onto the ice again

Okay it seems he’s going to be stuck on his knees till he finds some snow to stand on,at least he was going to somewhat be eye level with the other for a bit…..Making sure he was balanced and not going to slip and faceplant the ice,the orange marsupial lifts his hands off the ground to sign to the other.

‘ I don’t mean to be rude but uh……Did you just talk? ’

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“Uhuh, sure,” the cat retorts. “And I’ll get a human body back someday.” Mao scratches his ear while his nose picks up the reek of the cigarette. If anything, he didn’t mind it, but it kind of reminded him of multiple people he’s had tough times with—November 11, for example.

“You and I both know that no one here is looking out for some street cat. Especially not one who only cares about himself. Why don’t you cut the shit and get straight to the point?”

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“Not great, now that you’re around,” Mao snaps back, almost instantaneously. People coming to him was never a good sign.

“What do you want?”

He takes a moment to answer, taking his time with his cigarette. Being a Lung species, he has excellent capability with smoke and fire and didn’t have to worry much with other things that came with it. It would be embarrassing if he couldn’t seal a deal, but he suppose being in such a low maintenance body, he desires less than before. 

 “Perhaps all I ask is a conversational partner around my age.”

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“If I recall correctly, you approached me,” Mao retorts. “Asking me, a cat who just happens to be a human stuck in an animal’s body, to take a seat next to them.” The cat groans, audibly. “Are you really deep in research if you’re not even researching anything? Or am I the research? Your little test subject now, huh? How’s the pay?”

But seriously, have a terrible day:

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mao groans, under his breath, before sighing, and regaining composure. “Look,” the cat starts. “Don’t make a big deal out of it, and you don’t need to act like I run the place. It’s not that hard. Just sit down without being an extravagant spokesperson.” He huffs, in an annoyed fashion. “Humans are so irrational. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“If you’re annoyed by someone sitting next to you, maybe you’re the problem. You have no right to decide what they do. Neither do I. God, I can’t believe I, of all animals, have to tell others to loosen up. I don’t care what you do, unless you have something important for me.”

Saint-Germain sighs, and closes her eyes. It’s at times like these that she wishes she had Prelati or Cagliostro with her (well, no, that’s a lie, she always wishes they were with her), because they’d either agree with the cat and tell her to chill, or back her up. It often feels difficult to make decisions without those two. In this moment, though, she decides–this just isn’t worth it.

“Attempting to bother someone who’s clearly deep in research is nothing but annoying. But I’ve got a feeling that this isn’t the only thing we’re going to be able to agree on.” Tempted to wish the cat a terrible day, she ends her response there, glancing around the shelves to see if there’s anything that catches her eye. (There isn’t.)

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“Not great, now that you’re around,” Mao snaps back, almost instantaneously. People coming to him was never a good sign.

“What do you want?”

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 “I hear, you are a talking feline of surprising proportions. How do you do.” introductions, manners. And practicality, at the very least he wants to make a spy , a hired one, out of Mao. 

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Mao has always hated the snow. It was the worst thing he had to deal with as a stray. Ice, snow, all of it. It was never beneficial to him. All the cold just stuck to him like glue. His cat body shivered, and the feeling penetrated his bones. “Just my luck to live in a shithole like this, huh?” He asks himself.

Suddenly, he heard something hit the ice with a thud. Turning around, his purple irises are met with green ones of…an unusually large bandicoot. “Well,” he starts. “This is new.”

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The snow was a welcomed delight to the Bandicoot. The soft crunch of the snow as he gently walks over it is something Crash would never get tired of…..Ice however was the bane of his existence! He’s always hated ice since that moment back where he had to collect a red gem for Brio. He’s honestly lost count of how many times Coco and Aku had to fish him out of the freezing cold water of the 11th Dimension not long ago!

There was a gentle yelp from the Bandicoot as he looses his footing on said ice,the orange marsupial trying his best to keep his balance but to no avail as soon he falls face first into the ice,his body sliding forward for a moment as a annoyed groan escaped him however it was cut off as his green eyes soon landed on……A cat?