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[Vash appears on the Plane quite suddenly, stumbling - but there is something very different about him today. You'd have to be blind to see it's nothing like a haircut.

There's a mass of white feathers sprouting from his right arm, and that side of his back, somehow merged with his coat instead of tearing through. They're forming feathery tendrils that look like wings, and they twitch and curl as he breathes. The whiteness of the tendrils has spread to his face, covering most of it, making him look a lot closer to inhuman. Even with all of this, his hair is still black.]

[his voice sounds raspy, speaking now made at an effort,] I did it! I got...

... away? [realizing where he is, Vash backs up a step, clutching at a feathery shoulder with his left hand]

Oh, no...

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[She reaches toward one of the feathery wings.] Rain on the mountainside, water under the bridge. Forgive, forget, forsooth.

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[twitches it away from her] Careful. They can be sharp.

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[She gives him a disapproving look and jumps onto what remains of his coat, climbing gingerly up to his shoulder. She pauses a moment, inspecting his face, and then rubs her cheek against it, purring her ugly little purr.] Here, now, not so bad. Just a bit of downy dandruff. Sort it out, we will, preciousss.

[She starts licking his cheek, her eyes glittering unnaturally. She sings a little nonsense tune between the rough, clumsy strokes of her tongue.]

Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of sky, watch the sun and just for fun a needle in your eye.

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[the white areas are warmer to the touch, almost electric-feeling, and now Vash's face is twitching a little because he can feel a little through it...]

Some song... hey, that kinda tickles.

[blinks, now able to feel the wet of her tongue as the white on that spot recedes] ... What are you doing?

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[Lick, lick, lick. She stops and shakes her head, smacking her lips like she's trying to get something off her tongue.] Steady on, Angel. Learned from the best, I did. I'm a copycat!

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I don't think I understand. [slowly lets go of his shoulder, reaching up to give Cy a pat] But it helped. I can feel it.

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[Yay pats! She purrs a bit louder.] The King can do more. He can stoke the embers, bank the fires, place the illness on the pyre.

[Rubs her face against his again.] 's it itchy?

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[with another barely-there smile] Just a little. Who's this 'King' guy?

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[She stares at him like he's just said something very stupid.]

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... You know I'm not from your world, Cy. Enlighten me?

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[Her ears swivel back and forth in confusion.] He's... the King. No proper way of explaining. He's...

[Considers a moment, then drops into a distinguished, if slightly bemused-sounding, baritone.]

Ragnar Gustaffson Couer de Lion.

[Her own voice again.] I dunno. He just is. He woke me up when I was dead.

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[gives her another scratch behind the ears] He sounds like a strange guy. At any rate, I'm glad you're not dead anymore.

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[Mrrt. Pushes her head up against his hand.] Loves a Dustbin says I wasn't. [She shifts for a moment into a bizarre accent] Marsebref says I was. I dunno. It was cold and dark and I don't remember.

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[and the kitty gets petted on because Vash doesn't want to hear her being sad] It's never easy to remember. Maybe one day, you will.

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[She arches her back in a kitty shrug.] Nah, prolly not, Angel. I forget lots!

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[with a hoarse chuckle] If it doesn't bother you, I guess it's okay.

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No mind to mind. [Grabs at his fingers.]

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[faintly amused, waggles his gloved fingers at her]