I would always welcome my little cat-eared friend.

[finalbows]

WHO: Rose + (interlopers)
WHERE: Rose Barn
WHEN: Day 18, post BLOOD RAIN


we have a blood rain ward now.

it's on the roof!
it looks like this.

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[finalbows]

It's just nice, though, isn't it. Being able to feel a bit more secure in one's domicile. Shall we see if the coins extended their magnanimity to your lofty lair, as well?

[catposting]

[ this is bait ]

This is bait.

[finalbows]

You treat the things I say as so sinister~.

_{[ this isn't a complaint. ]}

[catposting]

Maybe you're finally winning me over with your supervillain act.

[finalbows]

You've hardly made it easy. But it's the difficult things in life that are worth doing.

[catposting]

... I'm sure you love doing difficult things.

[ he is far too old to be making this joke. ]

[finalbows]

_{[ titter, titter. ]}

Is that supposed to be a 'gotcha,' or are we truly speculating, cat?

[catposting]

That's for me to know and for you to fi—

[ hmmm. glances very briefly at the sigil. ]

Scream loudly in my head, won't you? The way you would at Baaland.

[ walks into the barn ]

[finalbows]

You-- oh. <sub>I.. think I remember...? Ugh. I don't want to think about that part too much

[ that aside,
he knows what you're~ doing~~.
the same sort of reason he's really sitting up here reciting poetry.

he waits until the door's fallen closed behind Blood Fiend. Lays back on the roof, folds his arms behind his head, looks up at the white fluffy clouds drifting by overhead...

The mental avenue traveled is similar to the astral projection granted to them by this world. It rests in the library of things Angel Devil never learned to do, but can. He'd done this before he had a real voice.

Knock, knock, Catland. Will you return again to play?

angel devil that's HARDLY screaming. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ unfortunately "like" godmode astral projection still isn't godmode astral projection.

there's no answer. ]

[finalbows]

_{[ unfortunately nothing this means quiet time enforced in his own home. ]}

Hm. One more test.

<sub>[ sits up. he leans over the edge, one hand gripping the edge of the roof, to look at the barn's front door... and then with a bit of very non mental magic, waves his hand to make the door creak open.

How about NOW, cat? ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ nothing for a while, then a catcube pops up next to Angie's head ]

Did you fall asleep?

[finalbows]

_{[ affects a yawn. ]}

And I had the most wonderful dream, that our home was unassailable by certain undesirables, without, in fact, causing us undue inconvenience.

[catposting]

[ after an extremely long pause ]

Not bad.

[ it's a blessing, he thinks, how primitive these cubes can be with regard to expression. clearly he's feeling as nonchalant as the catcube looks. ]

[finalbows]

...Well, don't act so excited about it, now. What's still got your gears turning?

_{[ he caught the pause! ]}

[catposting]

[

catcubeshrug ]

Just surprised is all. Ritual rewards never fail to deliver, do they?

[finalbows]

Well, if there's anything else you can think of to throw at it, I'm all...

Hm. Actually, I might as well employ you to this while you're here. <sub>[ he stands up, and.. simply steps off the roof into the air, plain as you please, with a slight fall before he's in his typical little gliding pose.

And you don't hear me now, either, right?
...out loud, to the cube, he continues to talk like nothing happened. ]</sub>

Come up to the roof for me, a moment. Just sit. Anywhere.

[catposting]

[ he doesn't hear shit, my guy. he keeps the astral connection open as he leaves through the door, and glides up to the roof - again ignoring the sigil. sits down where Angie originally was. ]

[finalbows]

_{[ glides back an... acceptable distance. like, apple tree distance. he scrutinizes blood fiend, to make sure his hand or tail or any direct Body is touching the roof directly and not just his clothes. hey he has no idea how any of this works. he's just making educated guesses as an ominous magician type himself. ]}

One last try.

<sub>[ he doesn't NEED to take a moment to take a breath, but he does anyway, before


If this doesn't work, either, I'm going to ask you to stand up next. ]</sub>

[catposting]

[ talking through the catcube because fuck yelling ]

So you were trying.

[finalbows]

_{[ disappointed tail and crest droop. angelcube matches. ]}

Blast. The whole time, yes.

_{[ he drifts back over, but keeps his spot sitting on empty sky rather than resume his roof roost. ]}

[catposting]

[ Blood Fiend's own expression is inscrutable. the catcube blinks out. ]

Well, it's something at least.

[finalbows]

Better than nothing. That, and once we've gotten the locks in order... ...ugh. I HOPE it's enough. Do you know what sleeping overnight in a full Shell is like? Frizz, for eternity, not to mention the irritance of casting it in the first place...

[catposting]

You'll have to explain. I sleep in a lighthouse.

[finalbows]

Oh. Now you want one, huh?

_{[ titter, titter. ]}

Well, you have been quite helpful today. Wish granted.

<sub>[ waves hand

You won't remember the barriers he's cast around you in the past, Blood Fiend, but it's more of the same that's been layered on YOU now. A honeycomb globe of wavering soap-bubble color, and an ambient sense of the air being more full, somehow. Next time the cat touches something, SOMEBODY is getting a lil bit of static shock.

That'll last for some goodly amount (hours, roll 1d8) of time, with a detectable sensation of the structure approaching its break point over time. Then it'll be gone all at once. Bubble popped! ]</sub>