realityshifted | ✘ o9 ;;

[ if there's one person that has something of a habit of making grand entrances to the plane, it's this guy. first, it was hitting the ground running from an angry orange alien, and this time, he'll just be rolling in on a desk chair at a pretty high velocity, probably close to toppling ass over teacup the moment he loses any semblance of his balance, and it will be just one more instance of falling on his ass in this place that he can add to the list.

at least he's in his armor. that oughta soften the blow a little.

and anything is better than floating around in space after having nearly been blown the fuck up just because someone had neglected to tell him that the director had his own course of action should he not be able to take care of a little security bypass. that hadn't been giving him any trouble. at all. thank you, delta.

who is, of course, already bombarding him with questions in the back of his mind, and could somebody get york an aspirin, or something? he feels one hell of a headache coming on.

his chair slowly rolls to a stop, and he slumps over, elbows braced on his knees as he silently takes stock of himself. nothing hurts, his armor is intact, there's an annoying buzzing inside his head that is still finding ways to explain why it hadn't felt the need to let a certain somebody in on the fact that the director had a giant fucking laser pointed at his location for the entire duration of his mission … eh, par for the course. ]

Agent York, are you listening?

Tryin' not to, D … haven't quite worked on tunin' you out yet. Gimme a bit, and I'll have it down pat.

[ oi. ]

( ooc: this would be york's canon bump! which means he now has a certain cockbite of an ai with him, and we pre-emptively apologize for him. in entirety. )

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[ As cats are wont to do, this kitten darts after the explosively-moving rolling chair all the way until it stops. Then he jumps back and stays low to the ground, watching for more movement with comical amounts of focus. His ears rotate at the conversation and his attention slowly trails from the chair to the person in it. Sissel shifts then, moving into a more comfortable laying-down position as if he wasn't waiting for the chair to spontaneously start to roll while hardly noticing York in the first place. His tail twitches languidly; he hasn't forgotten you, chair, there's just something else that's got his interest for now. ]

[ he isn't exactly expecting to be noticed by a kitten – since when are there cats on the plane, anyway? – but he does notice a small flash of movement in his peripheral vision, enough to draw his attention away from the low green glow at his shoulder. his head tilts to the side, and he simply observes for a second, a brow quirking upward behind his visor.

he'll take that helmet off shortly, don't you worry. ]

… Hello. [ kinda-sorta expecting it to talk back? maybe … he's been here long enough that that wouldn't surprise him in the slightest. ] Where'd you come from?

[ and here comes delta, chiming in with his own two cents. ] I do not believe the feline will answer you.

Yeah, well, I've been here before. You haven't. Shh.

[ That gets Sissel to stand up and make his way over. He sits in front of York's foot and looks up at him, little kitten eyes narrowed while he watches Delta. That's just... that's just odd. He's never seen anything like that before.

For a moment, or rather for no moments, time stops. Everything is frozen and there's a figure and a voice inside York's mind. Technology has no place here, no matter how realistic the brainwave patters, and it's just Sissel and York. Curiosity is rolling off this cat like heat off a desert road. ]

Hi. That was quite an entrance. Do that often?

[ York doesn't have to reply in the same manner, perfectly capable of breaking the spell and speaking aloud, but he's welcome to stay in the timeless Realm of the Dead if he wishes for the reprieve from Delta. Whatever works for him. ]

[ well, that's new. ( he's still getting used to delta being in his head when he isn't visibly manifested at his shoulder. it's taking a lot of getting used to, and he admittedly has more headaches because of it, but that's just one more thing he's gotten used to since the grenade incident. )

and honestly? thanks for the reprieve. he'll stay here for a little while, if you don't terribly mind it.

even if he'd never thought he'd be talking to a cat.

the absence of the ai's presence leaves a kind of void in the back of his mind, but he's going right along with it, choosing not to question his sudden disappearance, much less the fact that the reason all of this is happening is because of a kitten sitting at his feet, peering up at him as though he might just have all of the answers in the universe. ]

I think I can take the award for Most Creative Plane Entrances, but I try not to make a habit out of it. [ he shrugs. ]

[ Sissel doesn't mind at all. It's kind of nice when people decide to stay in the Realm of the Dead to talk to him rather than speak aloud. Like being on even footing. ]

Really? What other ways have you shown up?

[ at this point, he's really just … interested in seeing where this is going. this isn't exactly at the top of the list of weird shit he's seen and been through in this place, but it's at least proving to be entertaining.

for the time being.

he snorts. ]

Well, I hit the ground running full-force one time. But in my defense, I was bein' chased by an angry orange alien.

✘ o9 ;;

he'll speak next tag if York doesn't beat him to it.

he talks to everything. animals, inanimate objects .. doot doot.

>3

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