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[sparkplugs]

[A pair of large, tawny eyes fill the picture to start with. After a moment Cy shuffles back, revealing the scruffy face of a tabby. Her fur looks dirty and unkempt, and there's glimpse of something shiny beneath the fur on her forehead. Something metal.

She rolls over, kitten like in her appearance as well as her mannerisms. When she speaks she's cheerful, not seeming overly concerned about the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.]

Wow, Alice! You've taken a wrong turn this time. Down the rabbit hole you go.

My name's Cy. Cy for Sightseer. Cats don't belong down rabbit holes, you know. It's bad for business. Rabbits don't like us, see.

[She rolls back on her front, looking as though she's pondering this for a long moment before she speaks again, tongue swiping over her lips before she breaks her silence.]

I'm hungry.

[ooc: It would be super helpful if you could please fill out Cy's permissions if you tag her so I know whether I can use her powers or not.]

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

[...faeries don't promise. But she's so little...]

I would never hurt a kitten.

[There.]

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[sparkplugs]

I'm bigger than a kitten.

[Or... well, she isn't really. But she's older than she looks or acts. She's not normally one for petty corrections and doesn't much care if she's treated like a kitten, but his strangeness and questions put her on edge.]

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

I have seen bigger kittens, but my apologies.

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[sparkplugs]

I'm bigger on the inside!

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

[He's trying not to chuckle but he's glad this isn't video. He's failing miserably at keeping a straight face]

Indeed. Why are you called Sightseer?

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[sparkplugs]

I'm visiting! Aren't you?

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

[...well...]

For lack of a better word, yes. I haven't found a way home, however.

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[sparkplugs]

See? You're called Sightseer too.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

[That does get him to chuckle a little]

I prefer Rand, personally.

[...though he suspects if they ever meet face to face she'll realize that isn't his real name. Hm.]

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[sparkplugs]

[She's warming up a little despite still not having her usual read. His chuckle's a nice chuckle, or at least that's what she tentatively thinks.]

I prefer Cy usually. Cy for Size. Cy for Sighs. Cy for Psychic. I'm the one who's called everything, see?

[A pause. She still can't work out why his mind's not open to her.]

You're quiet.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

...quiet?

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[sparkplugs]

There's nothing in your head, Rand.

You come up all blank.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

["Psychic".

Oh.

That's powerful, if she can read a mind over an audio recording.]

That...is best explained in person. Are you still in the kitchen?

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[sparkplugs]

I am! Are you coming?

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

I am. I will be there soon.

[And he is. He's learned how to get from his room on the ninth floor to the kitchen fairly quickly. Once he's there, it isn't hard to spot Cy]

Hello.

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[sparkplugs]

[She's been busy whilst she's been waiting, and when he arrives she's adding the finishing touches to a shape she's formed with cutlery.

She looks up as he comes in, freezing abruptly, her eyes wide and legs stiff. He smells like cat, but he looks human. She still can't read his thoughts. Her first thought is the Alchemist, but rational part of her brain insists it's natural. This isn't something he's done to himself. He just is. What's more he seems... important. Is this the king Tag was looking for? She doesn't think so, but he's something special. She knows that much.]

Are you dead?

[It's a blunt question, but he puzzles her. It's the only explanation she can think of for his lack of thoughts, though it wouldn't explain the rest.]

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

...well, not recently, no.

[He hasn't lost a life since arriving here, thank you]

You can read minds, but you can't read mine?

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[sparkplugs]

No. Why?

[It's puzzling her. She has no idea what to make of it. Then, as an afterthought:] You smell like cat.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

There's a reason for that.

[Tybalt shuts the door to the kitchen to ensure no one else comes in, and then he drops his illusions. His hair is striped like a tabby's coat, his eyes become greener and gain cat-pupils, and his ears grow pointed.

All of this is joined by a smell of pennyroyal and musk]

I am a Cait Sidhe.

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[sparkplugs]

Wowza!

[She's clearly fascinated by the change in his appearance and the smell, flehming as she sniffs at his new scent.] I'm a tabby.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

[Tybalt laughs at that]

So am I, when I shift. But that may be why you can't read my mind. I'm not human.

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[sparkplugs]

I hear cat minds too. I hear everyone.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

Not me, little one.

[He pulls his illusions back up. It's more comfortable without the human face, but he's paranoid]

I don't want anyone knowing that I'm not human, though.

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[sparkplugs]

Not you.

[The agreement's a little forlorn, especially when his face changes back to human.]

I can keep secrets. I won't tell how much nicer you look like that either.

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[notrequiredtomakesense]

[Oh she is precious. Tybalt smiles again, offering a hand if she wants to be pet]

My girlfriend thinks the same thing. She'll love to hear that you agree.