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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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[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?

[ghostlighter]

[:|] I'm asking for clarification.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Ace. He's... Ace.

[ghostlighter]

Oh. That helps. [/sarcasm]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy glares up at him, light that seems almost electric gathering around her; the plane, the cat, even Chris himself seem to vanish, replaced by the vision of a fifteen foot ice-white tiger standing on a cliffside in a thunderstorm, its mouth open in a howling roar that makes the ground shake.]

[And then they're back on the plane and Cy is cleaning a paw.]

Ace.

[ghostlighter]

[Chris sits completely still for a moment, watching the tiger in something akin to awe before he looks down to Cy. He's not going to ask if she did that; it seems obvious.]

That's... Ace. ... right.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[To no one in particular--] Good boy, that one. He can learn things.

[ghostlighter]

... who, Ace?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Well of course Ace can learn things. I meant you, Dutchman.

[ghostlighter]

... Please don't call me that. [The only upside he can see is that it isn't 'futureboy' — wait. Psychic cat.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

...Futureboy Dutchman.

[ghostlighter]

Seriously, don't.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Why?

[ghostlighter]

It's personal. [Is definitely not going to be thinking about who used to call him 'futureboy'. Nope. Except— trying not to think about it makes it hard to actually not. S-so fail, Chris]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Headtilts, like she's listening to something.]

...so many drifters in this place.

[ghostlighter]

... what?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

What.

[ghostlighter]

Drifters?