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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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She considered him, thinking back to her last memories before she'd come here. She hadn't been well, she remembered that. "I think this is my second chance too," she admitted shyly. She didn't mind that much. She'd miss the friends she'd found in Tag and the other cats, but she liked it here. It was far nicer than any place she'd been before, and almost everyone seemed friendly.

"I've always known," she said proudly. At least she thought she had. She'd been able to for as far back as she remembered.

((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 ]

[She takes a few quick bites of fish just to sate her appetite, then pushes her head into his stretched out hand. She has a big soft spot for petting, as evidenced by her loud purr.]

[ooc: Totally normal kitty strength!]

Despite being able to talk, this kitten is still certainly a cat. Armin crumples up another piece of paper and throws it again, with just the right arc so Cy can see it sail over her head.

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?

[ rub rub rub. he smiles at her, soft ]

Might I ask, what are your people called?

((ooc: excellent. Thor would still pretend her little bites and scratches hurt, though. can't let Cy feel any less than powerful (yea) ))

Minato's expression softened a bit. Then in that way, if it were true, they were the same. They could make the most of their time here.

"Do you think about going home?"

Everyone had their place to be, alive or not. But he did want to know what she thought about going back if there was anything to go back to.

"And does anyone at home know you can do that?"

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.]

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

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."

"You can!" Cy answered delightedly. She reared up on her hind legs, clumsily lurching forward to put her front paws on Jane's knee. She liked hugs and was definitely looking forward to receiving one.

[Cy hops up next to him, worrying at some of the fur on his arm with her teeth for a moment before giving up. He's clean enough now, right?]

I'm not tall enough to be a tree.

[Which probably isn't actually that comforting.]

I bet I could find you one nearly as good.

I'm a cat! Can't you tell?

[She nuzzles into him happily.] You smell electric.

[ooc: Thor, no. Stop being such a cute. (blush)]

Cy rears up to try and intercept it as it flies over her, but overbalances, finding herself flat on her back instead! She squawks indignantly, scrambling back onto her feet and proceeding to pretend that didn't just happen.

She walks slowly over to the edge of the table where it landed, then lies carefully down to chew noisily on the ball.

That question puzzled her. She hadn't thought of it, mostly because she'd never had anywhere she considered herself to live. Everything had been temporary. "I don't have a home," she replied, not minding. She couldn't miss what she'd never had, though she did think about her friends frequently. "I think about Quicksilver," she admitted, thinking about Tag with his big paws and surly nature. "And Marsebref," she added, imitating Mousebreath's indecipherable accent. "And Sealink," she finished, puffing herself up big and proud. She seemed to take on a new air of majesty as she copied the large Maine Coon's New Orleans drawl. "Do you think about home?"

She wasn't actually sure. She'd never done it in front of them, learning from cats before she'd met Tag that not every cat appreciated her lights like Minato did. "I don't think so," she replied eventually, though there was uncertainty in her tone. "They don't understand like I do."

Armin can't help but laugh at her antics.

"You okay, kitty?" he walks up to pet her, stroking her from her head to her back. She's a little bit grubby, but it doesn't deter him, "don't eat that, it's not good for you."

Minato had meant if she had wanted to go back to her own world if she could, but that answer she gave would suffice. It was cute, actually. It seemed like she had a lot of friends at home, at least.

"I do think about home. I have to go back." Even when it didn't seem like there was much to go back to if he had died already.

"And it's okay. It's something special just for you. Are you happy that you know how?"

[He makes a face, but allows it. And yes, he is definitely clean enough. Enough that he feels compelled to rub at his mussed fur a bit to get it to not stick up funny.]

Nah. None of these trees can carry on a conversation worth a damn and that's sayin' somethin' since Groot only knew three words.

[There's a definite benefit to knowing a telepath- you don't have to explain anything to them. He just talks like she already knows... Which she does. How much she comprehends is another story entirely, but oh well.] 'Sides, right now you're bigger than he was when I left 'em.

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?"

Cy didn't consider her world to be her home. It was just where she had been until recently. Wonderland wasn't exactly home either, but she was still enjoying it.

"How can you go back to a place you aren't in?" she asked, curious. She hadn't known anyone could do that.

"Of course I am, but it isn't just for me." How could something that came so naturally be exclusive for her? Maybe the other cats just hadn't learned how yet, or didn't appreciate their gifts as much as she did.

The conflicting feelings of the petting and the unwanted advise leaves her unsure what to do, and the result is a confused mix of purring and grumbling. Even Cy isn't sure which one it's supposed to sound more like.

"It's nice," she insists, tearing off a strip of paper from the ball he'd tossed her and dropping it in front of him. She looks at him expectantly. "Try some!"

...Okay, you're adorable, but he's not eating paper for you. Although this situation would be a lot worse if she had offered him something like a dead mouse or bird.

"I really don't think that's a good idea, cats and humans aren't meant to eat that sort of thing. We can't digest it, and we'll get sick!"

Also it tastes like... paper...

Three words are all you need. Don't know why you use the rest.

[Not that she restricts her vocabulary either.]

He'll get bigger. You should water him.

She enjoys the cheek scratches immensely. It's only a matter of seconds before she's completely flopped in front of her, letting her give her whatever form of attention she wishes.

"Ages," Cy announces proudly. "At least a week." It was twice that, in fact, but she'd never been much good at keeping track of time, nor had she needed to.

Luckily for Armin Cy's no good at catching anything that's still alive, so he probably doesn't have to be worried about being offered dead prey any time soon.

"I never get sick," she protested, swallowing down another bite of paper to prove her point. "I eat it all the time."

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