trans_9 | Pussycat, Pussycat, Where Have You Been? [Open]

In a truly feline move, Arhu wandered into the cafeteria as nonchalantly as if he hadn't been missing for who-knows-how-long. His tail waved through the air above him, and he approached Stacy's sensor and seated himself neatly, tail wrapped around his feet.

"I'd like something to eat, please," he requested, as polite as he could manage when his stomach was rumbling loudly enough that he was surprised no one else could hear it. When he received the standard bowl of whatever-it-was, he stared down at it, and tried to summon some sort of enthusiasm. He hadn't been enamored of this the first time he'd had it, and he wasn't thrilled now.

“Look, these ehhif might let you push them around, but I’m not going to. I’d like something better to eat than this.” After a moment, courtesy-lessons chimed in again. “Please.”

When nothing further manifested itself, he put his ears back, and stomped one paw hard on the urge to create a wizardry that would reduce the scanner – and that who part of Stacy – to slop of a similar consistency. Though…that made him think.

Hey, what all is in this? He stared down at his slop, and listened to the Whisperer as She gave him the components. Everything he technically needed, but in a form that was worse than the dry food the parking garage’s ehhif left out for him. Still, Arhu was not limited to just accepting this situation.

“Fine. You’re not going to give me real food, then I’ll make this real food.” Laying out a transport circle, he popped himself and the bowl over to a table out of the way.

“’Scuse me,” he muttered to the occupants that were at the other end of the table, mostly ignoring them as he started pacing a circle around the bowl. A few quick consultations with the Whisperer, and he started reading the spell to take the basic components in the glop and re-form it into a much more meat-like substance. At least the texture would be right then, and he’d certainly eaten worse-tasting things.

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Not but a table away a certain dragon watched the cat with some manner of curiosity, not wishing to interrupt the workings of the spell the feline was clearly weaving, at least for her. She could sense the weaving of a spell so close by, and with but a thought she shifted her vision to observe the flows of energy that resulted at the culmination of the felines spell. She couldn't help but sense a familiarity between this felines magic and the magics Rhiow had used, even in the brief times she had encountered such.

She would wait until after the Feline had woven his magic before she would speak up, "A fine use of a spell indeed," she would comment with some amusement at the result of the magic, having the slop in such a form would be far more appetizing than its current form. "Greetings, in any event,"

"Thanks," he said, smug as ever as he looked over the resulting meat-like substance. "It could be better - I had to include all the nutrients in here, not just the stuff you find in meat, and there's no spices or anything. But it isn't bad for a start."

Arhu looked up at her then and paused only for a moment. Different coloring and detailed shape, but the general shape he got from her reminded him a whole lot of Ith, which was a dose of solid familiarity in the midst of strangeness.

"Welcome," She would dip her head and give an amused look, "No doubt better than its previous consistency. I'm sure it would not be hard to acquire such spices should one really desire, but indeed one has to start somewhere," The dragon would comment, peering down to her only half eaten allocation of slop with the softest of chuckles.

Celena could not help but notice that pause idly as she watched the much smaller feline, had he seen one like her in his own world? Or did her appearance give him pause, nevertheless she gave something of a draconic smile down to the feline, "In any event, I am Celena, a pleasure to meet you," she would dip her head in way of introduction.

"It'd be better if I could just get actual meat," Arhu grumbled, giving the bowl an annoyed glare. "I don't know why she gives food to us in the form of slop. What if you can't stand the taste of it or the texture, and don't eat it unless you're starving? There's a waste of energy right there." Not that he'd let that happen to him. But he'd be a lot more likely to eat more often if it tasted better.

"Hunt's Luck, Celena. I'm Arhu." He turned to look up at her once more as he sat down on the table, wrapping his tail neatly about his feet.

"Something that would be difficult to come by it would seem," she would reply with a hint of amusement, "Perhaps because it is the simplest form and most easily produced to suit the many requirements of nutrition our diverse crew requires," The dragoness would give a shake of her head at that, "Doesn't make it any more appetizing but at least it is enough to sustain oneself.

The Linaran dragoness would dip her head at the introduction, refolding her wings after a moment, "A pleasure to meet you Arhu, if I may ask, do you know one by the name of Rhiow? Your magic carried a similar..sense about it as her own,"

"It's still gross," he protested. He perked right up at the question, though.

"Yeah! She's my team leader. You know her too?"

The dragoness gave a rumbling chuckle at his protest, "I will not argue that," Shaking her head with amusement.

"Not as well as some, but indeed. I aided her some time ago in freeing one of the crew from a possession of sorts," Tilting her head with curiousity down to Arhu, "Indeed? A team to what purpose might I ask?" she would pose the question with no small manner of curiousity.

"We're worldgate technicians. We take care of the Grand Central complex in New York City. They're the most senior gate complex on the East Coast." And yeah, there was probably more than a little bragging there. His whiskers were forward in a feline smile, as were his ears.

"Worldgate technicians, I am not familiar with the term. Indeed? That sounds quite the place to take care of then," She would reply in turn with a dip of her head, curiosity clear on her features, though she hid the amusement that welled up at his bragging, if he wished to brag he could do so all he wanted.

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