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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He'd had enough experience with cats to know that they were just as modest as they desired to be. It elicited a smile, though--even if it was closer to an all-teeth-bared-goofy grin.

"I haven't met many wizards who were also cats. They tend to be human where I am from." Though he was reacting better than he had to say...Tavros. Spouting off about darkspawn. How embarrassing.

"Actually, though, one of my friends is a wizard. Though we called them mages in Ferelden. I think she'd like to meet you. Maybe you could talk about magic, and I could distract her dog." Because that's a good plan you know will work, Alistair.

Arhu waved his tail dismissively.

"Ehhif wizards aren't bad, but they're definitely not the only ones out there." There were even a few canine wizards, for all that he thought the idea was ridiculous. Though with that in mind...

"If your friend has a houff, I doubt it'd be a problem to deal with," he said, yawning theatrically and then pulling his mouth open in an approximation of what humans thought of as a smile. "That's if it could even see me." Then he sidled where he was, in and out of the hyperstrings so that he appeared and disappeared in stripes. It was harder to sidle on Stacy, but he'd been doing it for a long time. And besides, the most important part of showing off is looking like it isn't hard at all.

Arhu should be very appreciative. For a sort-of-Templar, Alistair has an actual appreciation (if not outright fascination) with magic, as shown by the nigh-unto-gape-mouthed stare that crossed his face once again. That really was an impressive trick!

"Well, perhaps where you're from. If there are any in Ferelden...they're even more secretive and mystical than you, sir feline. Though I do think Namira would be fascinated." As if Alistair himself weren't.

"Hakkar is a Mabari hound. They're...a bit more intelligent than your usual dogs. Though in some cases, that's more of a problem," he admitted.

"I wouldn't normally be talking to you at all," he pointed out. "But these aren't exactly normal circumstances, so I can get away with it."

"And houff are houff." A dismissive wave of his tail. "I've seen a ton of them." Confident cat is confident.

"You, and many others, I assure you." Alistair had no illusions. After all, Morrigan barely put up with him--though that was mutual. "We all have to do things, here, we normally wouldn't do, I suppose."

He just shook his head. "Well. I'll say I'd feel safer if someone was distracting Hakkar. He might be smart enough to leave you alone, but...he may not be." Arhu might have enough confidence for the both of them, but Alistair didn't share it.

"I suppose we'll see. I'd rather not bother you if you are actually involved in something, I guess?" And of course he still had to find Namira.

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