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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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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.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[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?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[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.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[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.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[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]