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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears, hissing and spitting at something that isn't there. It's a shade, a shadow, and then it moves and looks like a faint gray twist of something, a fragment of some whole, a mirrored eye shining in the dark.

The reek of ammonia, rotting meat and mud fills the air around it, heaving in and out like breaths from a rotting carcass.]

Cy.

[It's voice is crooning, almost loving. She hisses furiously, fluffed up to nearly twice her size.]

Don't go ringin' that dingadong bell, that's my chimer, poisonponce.

Cyyyyypher.

[It rolls in a circle around her, the movement of its smell the only real clue to its change in position. It laughs and it sounds like rust on a swinging gate.]

Cy Cy Cyyyyypher...



[SO. Uh. Cy has brought a vagus to the Plane. The Time Lords and others who can sense such things will be able to tell that it's, basically, a moment in life or an experience that got broken away from the Wild Roads when the roads changed course (they do that on occasion--some fading out, others shifting to follow the journeys of cats in a changing landscape) and now exists as its own entity. It is, essentially, a lost bit of time. It has no conscious will, and exists only to perpetuate its experience--that is to say, a memory of the hunt will hunt, a memory of the kill will kill, and presumably a memory of a nap will nap, but a vagus so benign has never been mentioned. XD

SO ANYWAY, long story short, this thing can do damage, too--this particular vagus is a memory of cornering and killing prey, and the damage it can do is directly related to the memory it's spawned from. Have fun~]

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Turns into a frozen, shivering ball instead of a flailing, mauling one. The vagus curls and rolls in on itself, expands again with a soft 'pah'.]

[ghostlighter]

Better. [He grunts and shifts her into a more manageable position, floating higher, out of the way of the vagus.] Now, how do I get rid of this thing?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Can't destroy yourself, Casper!

[ghostlighter]

What does— ... Did you just call me Casper?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Starting to tremble again; she bites herself and squirms] Whatsit matter? It's on us, it won't stop!

[ghostlighter]

[Holds her a little closer.] You think it'll be able to reach us up here?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Dunno. Dunno. [The vagus is barely visible as a shimmering whisp rolling in circles below them]

[ghostlighter]

[The Griever just looks down at the roiling shade. The way it's moving reminds him of something... giving him an idea...]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[It stops, seeming to sense something going on overhead.]

[ghostlighter]

... Hold on, okay? [With that, he leaves the Plane, holding the cat securely, and appears in his apartment back in his own reality. He takes a breath and sets Cy down on the desk, starting to rummage around for something in particular.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She is, in her mind, in a church, sitting on a pulpit while he rummages through a box.]

[ghostlighter]

[Close enough. Meanwhile, he's phasing to and fro, eventually coming out from under his bed, holding up... a Thermos?] Got it. Come on. We've got ourselves a spook to catch.

[Picks Cy up again, holds her close, and reappears on the Plane, at the same altitude as before.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[The vagus makes a brief attempt to swarm upwards and then subsides, rolling broodingly in a circle]

[ghostlighter]

[The Griever shifts to pop the cap off the Thermos, then points it at the vagus. Will it be sucked in?!]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[It resists--for a moment--before the Thermos drags it upward, shrieking horribly, until it vanishes into the Thermos.]

[ghostlighter]

[The cap goes back on with a slam! And, with the threat gone, the Griever changes back to normal and slowly lowers them to the ground.]

There... it's gone.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Busy shivering against him at the moment]

[ghostlighter]

[Fine, fine. He'll just carefully set the Thermos down by his feet, then pet her a little while he holds her.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Relaxes, gradually, and turns into a kitty puddle.]

[ghostlighter]

[Kitty puddles are easier to deal with than being turned into a scratching post, so he sits down and sets her in his lap, still petting.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Stutters into a purr] You're pretty good, Casper.

[ghostlighter]

[Purring is nice.] Only pretty good? And— 'Casper'? Really?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy's purr canonly sounds like a broken food processor] Ace is better. [Rolls over.] Better than Flying Dutchman.

[ghostlighter]

[... weird. But shhh. Purring means he's not getting scratched up.]

Ace? ... Flying Dutchman.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Well you're a broken record played backwards, aren't you?