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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Having just finished the spell, he turned startled green eyes on the ehhif-queen, honestly caught out for once.

"You know Rhiow?" Well, of course he knew that Rhiow would know people onboard. She'd said as much, several times. Still, it surprised him. After a moment he turned away for a quick bout of composure-grooming.

"Then you are from her world!" Daja said, smiling. " And yes, I do know her - she was very helpful to me, when I first set up my forge. Without her, I wouldn't have much steel at all for my work."

She twisted her staff in her hand. Now that she knew that the black and white cat was from Rhiow's world, she'd been reminded of a conversation she'd once had with Rhiow. "I think she may have spoken of you, actually. Would you be Arhu?"

"Yeah, that's me. She's my team leader." Though the rest of the team - his sister Sif, and Urruah - were nowhere to be found. Yet. They were just still in the pods, he told himself. He just really wished they were out here, where the four of them could be a team again. "Who are you?"

"She must have been glad to see you again. I know she was worried about you," Daja said with a smile, before bowing to Arhu. "I am Daja Kisubo, blacksmith and mage. I am pleased to meet you, Arhu."

He twitched his tail 'yes.'

"She was. Just about washed my ears inside-out," he grumbled, said ears going back in remembered annoyance.

"Well, if you know Rhiow, you already know that I'm a worldgate tech." That was said with a touch of pride. "And a good one, too."

Daja hid an amused smile - at both the cat's grumblings and his unabashed pride. "I'm sure you are indeed very talented. I'm afraid I don't know what a 'worldgate tech' is, though. It that perhaps a particular branch of magic? Rhiow did tell me that you are a wizard."

"Yep. Worldgates are places where the fabric of the universe has been worn thin. They allow travel all over, so that wizards can go about the business of the One all over the world, or the galaxy, or the universe, without needing to expend their own energy to travel." His eyes lit up as he explained. Arhu liked working with worldgates. He wasn't yet as good as the other members of his team - except Sif - but he was learning fast, and they certainly seemed to like him too.

"You must have seen some amazing things, to be able to visit such strange and far-off places so easily," Daja said softly. "Back in my world, we'd never even known that such places could even exist."

His ears canted back just a little bit. "Well...I've been a long ways on my planet. But I've only been off-planet once."

"That's once more than I have," Daja reassured him. "And I know it's not much, but...I'm sure that being here on Stacy will give you other chances to see new worlds."

"Probably," he said dryly. "I just expected to be able to see the new worlds in my home universe first."

Daja's smile was sad, as she remembered her own world. "We can only hope that one day our homes will be restored, and that we may be returned to them."

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