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[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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[Just... shivering. So fire away, Crowley. The vagus stops, as though it's listening.]

[Crowley settles the kitty into the crook of one arm, extending the other out toward the vagus. The resulting gesture is complex and inexplicably unwholesome to watch—and because the trick unleashes a burst of demonic energy, it has a much easier time affecting the vagus than a physical attack might have.]

[The shade begins to writhe in place, letting out an ear-piercing screech as it pulses sickeningly. After a brief moment of this hideous display the thing appears to implode, leaving little trace of its passing]

[Staring] Whooo-eee.

All right then?

[He puts his hand back on Cy and holds her out at arm's length appraisingly]

Everything looks to be in the right place, more or less.

'm not dead yet!

Because that would be a shame.

[don't let him fool you, he's smiling]

[Makes a mrrt sound and then waves her paws at him.]

[Crowley puts her back down on the ground, then straigtens up...and gazes down at the fur coating his suit]

Now look what you've done.

[Purrrrr~] Practicing for the red carpet debut.

[Looks over at Cy and...well, sighs]

Back to being incomprehensible I see.

I'm perfectly comprehensible!

To yourself, perhaps.

Which reminds me, have you spoken to the angel much, outside of...well, you know. You might actually get on pretty well. Which begs the question of what I'm doing associating with either of you.

It's 'cause deep down your soul cries out for Heaven.

Edited 2008-10-22 17:54 (UTC)

[Crowley...has no answer for that]

[Innocently] Am I being incomprehensible again?

[silence, and then an arched eyebrow]

Keep out of trouble, will you?

[and starts walking away]

[Calling after him--]

I like trouble!

[and with that, she settles down for a wash]