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[sparkplugs]

Who: Cy [sparkplugs] and YOU. All of the yous.
Where: The library, dining room, and the grounds.
When: October 14th
Rating: Probably PG at most.
Summary: Cy wrecks stuff, eats, and makes magic birds. Action spam or prose is fine.
The Story:

The Library:

Cy began her morning in the library. She'd never taken much interest in books. At least not the words. What cat would? What she did like was the sound the paper made. It crinkled pleasantly under her feet, and the noise it made when she tore it with her teeth was delightful. Not to mention the fun that could be had playing with the scraps of paper her vandalism produced. It was also something she'd discovered tasted quite good though it was a struggle to swallow.

At various times she could be found enthusiastically destroying books, playing in a shower of paper she knocked around the room, or nesting in a pile of shredded paper in the corner. At other times she was nowhere to be found, though the evidence of her presence was scattered everywhere. She hid herself in amongst the shelves, waiting for someone to come and discover her perfect hiding place. Not that she was especially subtle. If she could stay still long enough the scrabbling of her claws wouldn't be heard, then a tail or paw peeking out gave her game away.

The Dining Room:

All her adventures in the library had managed to make her work up quite the appetite. Paper was nice and all , but it didn't do much to fill her. Hungry, Cy made a beeline for the dining room where she wished herself some nice fish. She ate this underneath the shelter of a table near the door, then waited for other unwary diners to come near enough she could pounce on their feet.

"My fish!"

The Gardens:

As the evening set in, Cy crept out into the gardens, stopping just in front of the fountain. At first she glanced around to see if anyone was looking, but finding herself alone she soon dropped her defences, no longer paying any mind to anyone around her.

She opened up her mouth, motes of light drifting out, standing out against the slowly darkening sky. It's not just light that pours out of her mouth, though. There are birds too. Tiny and unrecognisable in species, but bright and varied in colour. They flutter around Cy's head as she sits and even more emerge from her mouth.

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[jivitadana]

Night time was usually peaceful. Minato went out at night when he could for various reasons. Traning at the hedge maze, visiting the beach, taking a walk around the gardens, watching the night sky. He sometimes wondered about the sky and the moon, if other people at home or elsewhere was seeing the same thing.

But he hadn't gone far and his plans were interrupted in the best way. He quietly watched as Cy somehow created light from out of her mouth. It was kind of amazing, actually.

She probably could tell that he was standing around observing her. He hoped she didn't think he was being rude for spying or that he was intruding. He didn't mean it. He was just curious. Like a cat, perhaps.

[sparkplugs]

She didn't notice immediately, too absorbed in her own magic, but she gradually became aware of his presence. It was usually something she did by herself, but she didn't mind him seeing it. Especially since she couldn't feel any fear or distrust in his curiosity.

She closed her mouth, chasing some of the birds over to him. She wasn't an adept hunter, but she was able to herd a few of them over without losing them.

"Curiosity killed the cat," she announced, though she didn't seem put out. "Didn't you hear?"

[jivitadana]

"I've heard. I'm still alive though."

Alive here in Wonderland, at least. He mentally thought to qualify that. Minato smiled as he knelt down near her once those birds had fluttered over to him.

"How did you do that, if I can ask?" May as well do so since he hadn't ever seen anything like that before, and especially not from a cat. But Cy wasn't just any ordinary cat as he had quickly learned from before.

[sparkplugs]

"So far," she agreed, though she blinked at the amendment he'd made mentally. "Only here?"

Cy honestly didn't understand how she did the things she did. She just did. She puzzled for a moment, wondering how she could describe it. "I don't know," she admitted, drooping slightly. "I just open my mouth and out things come."

Library

[sidecars]

"Hey! What're you doin'?" He grabbed her around the middle with his hands, unsure of just how exactly you were supposed to pick one up correctly. There were rules against pets on the base and obviously on field, so him and anything four-legged were at odds. Well, it wasn't like she was in the air very long. Bucky put the fluff ball back on the ground, away from the shredded stack of paper.

"Wasting books..." Maybe he wouldn't have cared a few years back, but when freedom of speech was being threatened and book burning was something smoking in the distance, one more seemed too much.

[sparkplugs]

Cy yowled loudly and unhappily at her unceremonious interruption, not perking up even after she was put down. She did stay put at least, though her expression couldn't be called anything other than sullen. She sat with her ears laid back and her tail twitching in irritation.

"Who's wasting?" she grumbled, looking over at the paper she'd been enjoying only moments previously. "I was going to eat it after."

library - also feel free to use any powers and mind-read away!

[strategisch]

Armin is a staple in the library, and so he notices right away when something is wrong. Especially when that something wrong is a very visible trail of paper and mess. He tries to clean it up, sweeping up with heel of his boot, but it just gets worse and worse... Who in the world did this?

After he gathers a sizable pile of scraps to throw away, he sees a tiny, fuzzy paw peeking out on a high shelf. A kitten! How did one so small get up there?

"Kitty," he calls, and reaches up to try and lift her down, "you shouldn't be in the library! Look at this mess you made..."

[sparkplugs]

Cy peeks out her head as she's called, letting herself be lifted down. She looks surprised at accusation though, peering around at the mess of paper curiously.

"What mess?" she asks, sounding honestly oblivious. "I've been decorating."

[strategisch]

Armin jumbles Cy in his arms a little, nearly dropping her as she speaks to him. But really, he should have known better. He's met all sorts of strange creatures here, a talking kitten shouldn't rank too high on his List of Unusual Mansion Beings.

"Goodness," he sighs, feeling the pounding heart calm down, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to-- uh, be addressed like that."

[sparkplugs]

"Yow!" Cy scrabbles herself as she suddenly finds herself not quite so steady. She keeps her claws firmly in his sleeves even after he manages to reaffirm his hold on her, not quite trusting him not to drop her just yet.

"I can talk," she informs him warily, though he's probably already gathered that by now.

dining room

[reignbringer]

[ okay, Thor is deeply amused by the kitten attacking his boot. ]

Has my foot somehow offended?

[sparkplugs]

Not yet!

[She gives it a sharp nip just to be on the safe side though, then darts back under the table. When she returns she's dragging her half eaten fish dinner with her. She drops this at his feet.]

Are you hungry?

[She seems to have forgotten how possessive she was being only moments earlier.]

[reignbringer]

((ooc: does she have the proportional strength of a normal kitten or a superpowered kitten))

[ he makes an exaggerated wince. but then she's coming back, and... aww. Thor's lips turn up slightly. ]

I would not take food out of your mouth, little one. Please -- enjoy your feast.

[ but he does sit down on the floor, and hold out a hand, in case she would like pets with her meal ]

The Garden

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket does not consider the arboreal life his style, despite the fact that his best friend is a tree. That said, Wonderland has nothing that could be considered urban sprawl and that one guy did say something about the trees talking. Maybe Groot's here- maybe he just can't get to him. It's a small sliver of hope.

He sees the motes of light as they extend up to the sky from where he's been wandering and hope leaps into his chest. Suddenly he's tearing through the grounds until he reaches the edge, just across the fountain from Cy. The hope pops like a soap bubble, but his disappointment doesn't manifest as anything more than a slight flicker before he just ends up watching her light show, mesmerized... and maybe a bit weirded out. The butterflies are a new thing for him.]

[sparkplugs]

[Cy's more or less absorbed with her creations, but she vaguely registers the flicker of disappointment. Her ears twitch, but she carries on for another minute or so, not ready to stop just then. Once her mouth is closed she glances back at Rocket, a little disappointed herself. He doesn't seem disappointed anymore, but he still seems to be finding her lights strange.]

Don't you like it?

[beatupgrass]

Yeah.

[He says it offhandedly, because he does like it. He liked it when Groot did it, though he'd never say anything like that out loud. Mostly he griped and bitched and moaned just to keep up appearances, but it's sort of hard to have any kind of appearances with a telepath.] I just... thought you were someone else there for a tick.

[He ventures a little closer to the edge of the fountain, climbing up onto the edge so he can shrug it off and occupy himself with something else... like washing some of the dirt and nature out of his fur. Yup.]

[noitatnacni]

So Zatanna isn't exactly expecting kittens when she goes into the dining room, much less the pouncing, talking kind. She's a little startled when a ball of fur is suddenly going after her shoe, but after a quick step back reveals what's happened, she grins.

"Your fish. Got it." She crouches down, smiling as she offers a hand out for the cat to sniff. Zatanna's pretty good with animals, and let's be honest--no one can resist that much furry cuteness. "I'm Zatanna. Who are you?"

[sparkplugs]

She sniffs the hand daintily, then promptly ruins any illusions of grace by rubbing her cheek roughly and clumsily against the offered hand with a loud purr.

"I'm Cy," she tells her cheerfully. "I'm nice like mice."

She's grubbier than your average mouse, truth be told, but she's never been successful enough in hunting them to find that out.

[noitatnacni]

Zatanna laughs a little when any sense of cat formality is tossed out the window. She doesn't mind at all, turning her hand to scratch Cy's cheek.

"Well then it's nice like mice to meet you." Seriously, this is just too much cute for any one person to handle. But she's never met Cy before, so Zatanna keeps focused enough to at least see if the kitten knows where she is; a cat had been one of the first to show Zatanna around, so it feels right to return the favor. "Have you been around here long?"

Garden

[anomaliiiiies]

Jane's on her way to one of her observation points when she stopped, transfixed by the floating lights and were those birds?

She glanced around for the source, and seeing Cy, she knelt, holding a hand out.

"Cy, that's pretty."

[sparkplugs]

Cy blinks, glancing around as the lights and birds drift away. Seeing Jane she trots over immediately, headbutting her hand affectionately.

"I'm pretty too."

[anomaliiiiies]

"Yes, you are." Jane smiled, petting Cy, being careful about the sparkplug. "Can I hug you?"

[formercheerio]

Quinn hadn't been around when Cy had started making the birds appear but she'd walked up whilst it was happening, and it definitely earned the cat a very confused look. Okay, Wonderland was officially cracking now.

"I thought cats chased birds?" Because those were definitely flying out of her mouth, right?

[sparkplugs]

Cy blinked, looking over at her. The light motes and birds slowly drifted away after her lapse in concentration, but she didn't seem to notice.

"I can do that too," she assured her, then looked around for a bird to chase. There were none by then, which seemed to perplex her. "I could before."

[formercheerio]

"You can also talk." Which is incredibly obvious but a talking cat is definitely something that Quinn hasn't encountered before, even in Wonderland.

"You probably still can." When there's some around, anyway. "How do you make birds?" And talk. Are you a magic cat?