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[ As many wacky and amazing things have happened on the Plane in the past, this is perhaps an entirely new one. There is a kitten, not old enough to be a cat yet, but certainly out of his fuzzbutt stage by now. He wears a red bandana tied around his neck and seems to be giving the Plane a very uninterested inspection. ]

This is new. Maybe I'll drag Jowd or Missile out here sometime, see what they think of it.

[ The kitten begins trotting around, eventually spotting a very comfy-looking chair in the middle of the nowhere space. He hops up, tries a few positions on the seat, then jumps from arm to back and settles himself there. ]

View is great, though. I can see for ages up here... not that there's all that much to see. What is this place?

[ After a few moments, the kitten closes his eyes. The chair begins to rattle, and the cat rolls off the back of the chair onto the seat in a flop of graceless limbs. Sissel, now possessing the chair, pauses. ]

Oops. Should have realized that would happen. At least it's peaceful around here.

[ ooc; Sissel will speak to people! He just doesn't actually have the capability to communicate unless he specifically engages it first, and then you end up in a talking-is-a-free-action zone when he does. ]

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[Loki does give him room enough to do so, though he finds the gesture strange. It isn't often that he comes across a cat unless he goes to Midgard, and this meeting can mark the second occasion that he has seen one on the Plane--albeit the first one was a tiger far larger than the creature sitting before him now.]

A cat. [He says flatly. That indeed is not the answer he is looking for, and he can't help feeling a small bit of annoyance grow inside him.] Let me ask, are you from Midgard? Or Earth, as the mortals prefer calling it?

Earth, yeah. That's where I'm from. Where else is there?

[ The question isn't asked with censure so much as curiosity and the sort of open-mindedness only someone unconditioned by complex social pressures could have. ]

Or, rather, should I be asking where you're from instead?

Oh, little creature, there is far more to the universe than just Mi--Earth. Do you not know your realm's myths and legends? Have you not heard of the Nine Realms? Well, clearly not. [Loki flicks his hand and behind him, a chair appears that he takes a seat in across from the one Sissel is in.]

Shall I explain?

[ Sissel startles somewhat at Loki's chair apparition, getting one step closer to the edge of the chair to manage a better look. He lowers himself until he lays down, tail swishing a few times before he tucks it against his legs. The position was actually surprisingly comfortable, so he decided to stay there. ]

Not many people take time to tell a cat their stories like that. On the other hand, I'd love to hear. Hit me with it.

[He smiles, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.] Not many simple cats can speak as you do.

[Loki waves a hand, a small cloud of stars appearing between them. The cloud resembles a giant tree.] You know of Midgard. [A small cluster begins to glow, taking on a spherical shape. As he mentions them, others will appear along the tree.] There are others: Svartalfheim, home of the dark elves of long ago; Muspelheim, home of the fire demons; Niflheim, realm of the dishonoured dead and Hel; Nidavellir, home of the Dwarves; Alfheim, home of the Light Elves; Jotunheim, home of the frost giants; and Vanaheim, home of the Vanir. Last and greatest of all is Asgard, and that is where I am from. [This last sphere glows with a golden light. His magic is so much stronger now. Before coming here, his illusions wouldn't have been nearly as strong as this.] We keep the other realms safe, and protect Midgard from invasion.

[He speaks the truth (for once) but does not go into details, as he figures any other detail may be too much at once for the little creature to handle. There are other smaller realms, like Nornheim and Valhalla, that he keeps to himself.]

[ Oh. That is really quite nice and interesting. At the sphere titled Asgard, Sissel reaches out with one of his tiny, kitten paws and tries to lay it down on the light. ]

I never knew. Earth itself is big enough for me. All this is out there, too?

[Loki waves a hand through his display, making everything but the sphere of Asgard disappear.] Oh, it's possible, my little friend, though I must confess that I do not know for certain if such realms exist in your--what is the word they use here--"reality".

So, now you know about my realm. Perhaps you can now tell me how it is you are able to speak with me and possess furniture.

[ Sissel pulls back for a moment when everything else disappears, then continues trying to wave his paw through the Asgard sphere. That is far too shiny and cool not to touch. ]

That? Oh, that's easy. I'm a ghost. Ghosts do that kind of thing. What do you mean by "you don't know if they exist in my reality"?

A ghost... [He reaches out to touch him on the head again, an eyebrow quirking upwards.] Surely this is a body you are merely possessing. You seem far too solid otherwise.

I mean, we are all from different realities. What is true for my world may not be for yours. For example, I have never seen a feline ghost such as yourself until this very day. [You should consider yourself very lucky, Sissel, to be graced with such a presence as his.]

[ Sissel lets his ears twitch when Loki comes to tap him on the head. If cats could give smug grins... ]

This is my body from when I was alive, but I suppose you could say I'm possessing it. No better choice for it, right?

[ He's a cat. Who expects gratefulness from a cat? ]

[Loki just smiles. He actually does know something about possessing one's own body due to a death he suffered thanks to the Plane, though in his case, his are merely doppelgängers and not his actual body] Indeed, there isn't. You are lucky it is in such perfect condition and has not yet begun to rot.

What shall I call you, little one?

[ooc: Sorry for this late tag! I thought I got it.]

Thankfully I don't think that will be a worry. I have more than a few tricks up my bandanna.

You can call me Sissel. You got a name of your own?

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late-tag? what'choo talkin' 'bout?