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[noasark]

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<Player1>

[knifemonopoly]

You mean to regular-Dyster? I'm not sure. I've never tried at night! I'm lucky enough to have a lot of friends who follow the Fog, who'll let me in with keys.

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

[Ah-

...No, that one's on him, he wasn't thinking entirely when he sent that question, instead gunning in on 'how close to my house will you get without me having to lock up the cult refugees for everyone's sanity'. He realizes now that a number of key words would have been better. Ah well.]

Never mind it- if you want to meet at the middle point between our apartments, that'll suffice; any door will bring us to Dyster.

<Player1>

[knifemonopoly]

All right. Outside the library, then?

[THAT'S A MUCH EASIER TRIP THAN DYSTER, THANK U]

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

Yes, that will work perfectly.

I'll see you there.

<Player1>

[knifemonopoly]

[Smash cut, there's a vampire chilling against the side of the library. It's after dark, and the place is in the process of closing up; patrons give him a bit of a nervous look as they leave, pulling their coat-collars up and walking quickly out of sight.]

<GREATFLOOD>

[noasark]

[Suffice to say, it's the opposite treatment for Noa- many people are cooing and aw-ing at the cat as he scurries along, and a few of the ones giving Atem wide berth even pause to smile a bit awkwardly at the sight of it rushing up a stair rail to see the vampire.] Ahem, [he greets, coughing.

He gives a slight nod to the door.]

Ready to enter?

[knifemonopoly]

[His face lights up. It really is always good to see Noa; his reputation's well deserved. Noa deserves people cooing as he goes by.]

Let's go!

[noasark]

Of course~

[It's a simple matter of turning back, sitting up, and setting a key in the lock of the library door. Instead of the library itself, the door opens to Dyster's streets, and in they go; once the door shuts behind them, shimmering oddly in the fog as proof of where they must leave through, Noa turns to Atem.] Care to lead the way~?

[He totally hasn't forgotten how to get there from here, he didn't visit that place often dammit-]

[knifemonopoly]

[Ha ha, Atem doesn't even notice Noa doesn't know how to get there. He nods!

Then, Atem gestures to his own shoulders with a thumb, raising an inquiring eyebrow. Want a ride? is what he's asking.

Unfortunately, he's forgotten that he carries Tybolt over one shoulder pretty often, so he's got the smell of another cat on him.]

[noasark]

Hohh? An offer? [He hums, quickly shifting to travel state and preparing to jump.] Don't mind if I d-

[hey wait]

...Atem?

...did you get an actual cat..?

[wait!!!]

[knifemonopoly]

[Visibly confused:]

What? No, of course I--

[Atem doesn't have an actual cat, he'd know if he'd adopted a--

--oh. Realization dawns.]

There is a baby lion I'm looking after part-time. Until he can be adopted by someone else! That's probably what you're smelling, since I definitely don't have a cat.

[He's in such deep denial about his foster fail he's in danger of washing out into the Great Green sea.]

[noasark]

[He feels somehow insulted.]

A lion is still a cat, you know...

[OH! OH! YOU REPLACE NOA! YOU REPLACE NOA LIKE HE IS A 2 CENT TOY!!!]

[knifemonopoly]

[Atem has never experienced the emotionally-illiterate-boyfriend "what did I do??" feeling before in his life. Either life.

It is extremely confusing.

The normal response is to insist that a lion is not just a cat, and is Atem sure he can take care of it? But Noa...Noa's got a problem with it that isn't that??

Then what...what is the problem?]

Noa, what's wrong?

[noasark]

[What's wrong?? WHAT'S WRONG???

Alright. The cat breathes. He just needs to calm down. It's fine. He's being ridiculous, he's a grown teenager cat, and Atem can have a real cat if he wants. It's fine.

He gets on the vampire's shoulders, with a perhaps rough jump.] Nothing; let's move on to Amanda's, shall we?

[knifemonopoly]

[When she says "it's nothing"...

Atem lets Noa up onto his shoulders -- oh boy he IS mad -- and starts the trek to the workshop, but he hasn't let the problem go.

Why does Noa have a problem with Atem having a real cat...?]

Noa...do you think I think of you as a pet cat?

[noasark]

[The bristling intensifies!!!] WHAT-

Don't be ridiculous, I'm a person. ...In the loosest sense mind, but I literally have my own pets, [he mutters, tail occasionally thudding against the other's back.]

I just didn't expect you to get a lion, obviously.

[knifemonopoly]

I didn't expect it, either! Really, though, he's not mine. It's just that he was being kept in a storeroom at the shelter...they were doing the best they could, but when I saw him, I wanted to help.

My family kept lions before, you know. A long time ago. After last month's fog trouble, I've got some memories left over from when I was alive!

But, that aside -- I want to be sure you hear it from me. Being friends with you, and taking care of a lion -- they're completely different. You're a person. He isn't!

[Maybe this is some kind of manticore-brain thing? Maybe it's a territorial instinct Noa can't help.]

[noasark]

How on earth did they even accidentally obtain a lion? [Noa drawled, apparently now doing his level best to just not address his own irritation.]

You're stating the obvious, but it's noted.

[It's not going well.]

[knifemonopoly]

It was from Mana...and the original owner disappeared.

But, Noa...if it's that obvious, why are you taking it so hard?

[This is the weirdest jealousy Atem has ever experienced, and he was in a bodyshare romantic triangle and he doesn't like to think about what Ryou got up to with dreamworld-Atem in June, so that's saying something.]

[noasark]

Someone bought a lion from Mana?

[Well colour him curious on that note, but now he's just bristling again.] I'm not-! I was just surprised, that's all it was!

[knifemonopoly]

[(x) doubt, Noa!!!

Atem's letting it go for now, but only until he gets more information!!]

Yes. [No, it was a Nattensfest gift, but Atem's misconstrued what he's heard.] Apparently, he's been here nearly a year, but hasn't grown at all -- so, part of the deal must have been to keep him a cub forever.

[noasark]

[You'll never catch him say it Atem. Never. He'll snub for as long as he must.

...

Admittedly his attention is being caught a bit more by the fact that it's an immortal lion cub though.] A cub forever... ...I would say it's less inconvenient that way, but that is something I'd want to see...

[no he isn't scoping out the competition shut-]

[knifemonopoly]

[Clearly, this is a gesture of goodwill?? Both his smart cat friend and his dumb lion pet can be friends??]

You're always welcome to come by and visit. Or, if it's not an imposition, I can bring him over to your penthouse. He's not usually very much trouble...actually, he's terribly lazy!

[They're nearly to Amanda's place. Atem pulls a spare key out of his pocket and unlocks the door as he talks, flicking on the switch that causes all the overhead lights to come on.

Most of the space has been organized, categorized, and put under sheets and tarps to protect from dust. But there are a few shelves around the work bench Atem hasn't gone through yet.]

[noasark]

[Yes...yes...For now. For now there is good will.] Hmmm. I might do that then, [he mutters, looking away for the time being.] Just to see him, at least.

[Just for that. Of course.

Soon enough they're inside, and Noa perches a little more readily upon the vampire's shoulders. This isn't a place to walk around carelessly after all- not that most things are likely armed, but there's still dangerous objects about.] Alright...let's see what we find here then.

feel free to describe anything that might be there, i'll yes-and it!!

[knifemonopoly]

[Atem carries Noa on his shoulders over to the workbench and cluttered shelves.]

It's nearly done...I'm taking what I can carry to a different workshop in Bavan, and protecting the rest from damage. But, you said a part that could do what I was looking for could be found here...?

[He's still looking for a conductive piece of metal, for his POT OF GREED, WHICH ALLOWS HIM TO DRAW ALL THE BLOOD FROM YOUR HAND.]