We're all mad here.

3rd year at Royal Sword Academy

lover of long naps and pranks~

you can touch the ears, just ask nicely~

have you seen my best friends, Riddle and Trey~? we grew up together when we were just kittens

the king of hide and go seek, or, well, usually I am~ but right now I might be easier to find, nyaha~

a purrfectly swell guy

 He sits up straight, a beaming smile on his face- boy, is he glad to see Che’nya right now! “It’s so good to see you, Che’nya! Oh, I’ve just had the strangest day!” Really, it’s just so odd! The boy hasn’t a clue what’s going on, but he knows he really ought to get home soon!   “Do you know where we are, Che’nya? I can’t make heads or tails of it- have we been kidnapped?” His soft face suddenly takes on a gravely concerned expression, which looks a bit humorous on his facial features. Neige’s voice sounds more and more panicked as he babbles on, gesturing in frustration at everything around them. “I don’t have my phone either- I just have a new one and a fake apple! I don’t get it!” Quite displeased, he looks desperately back up at Che’nya with those big old eyes of his, hoping for some sort of answer for all this.

Che’nya’s expression is painted with his usual toothy grin as he twirls on his heel to sit down on the bench beside Neige, resting his elbows on his knees in order to place his chin upon the palms of his hands.

“Hmm, do I know where we are, is it? Well, right now we are here, and no longer are we there, but as for how we got from there to here or here to there, I couldn’t say~ It’s a conundrum and a half, if I do say so myself, and I most certainly do say so!”

He turns to glance at Neige, still grinning despite the topic of their conversation.

“I’ve been here a few months now, you see, and this world is still so full of mysteries and oddities, why, it’s enough to have a cat purring with delight~! It’s paw-sitively splendid!”

 Sitting down all the way now, Moon reached out and grabbed a few materials in reach, examining them carefully. She hadn’t really made something like this before, but they might as well try, right?  As the young trainer selected various materials to make what they decided would be a little stuffed Rowlet, they looked back at Benny and smiled. They set down the things in front of them to sign again. 

 My name’s Moon. What about you, fellow friend of Benny?

Benny was sat down upon the table, Che’nya turning to watch as the other gathered materials for their own creation, curiosity in his eyes.

“Moon, is it? It is a name that suits you, I think~ As for me, I am  Alchemi Alchemivich Pinka, but as that is a mouthful or three, you can just call me Che’nya~”

He leaned over to look closely at what Moon had gathered, his tail slowly waving behind him in content relaxation.

  To be honest, Moon did not entirely know what a Benjamin looked like exactly… but, examining the doll as Che’nya held it out, she was pretty sure that he was a Benjamin. 

 I think his name is Benjamin, but he goes by Benny. That’s what he looks like to me, I think, they signed. Is he supposed to be something, or is he nothing in particular? Maybe they ought to make a doll of their own. Build a Buddy sounded fun, and she could do it with Rowlet.

“Hmm, hmm~” Che’nya held the doll out in front of him again, giving it another once over before nodding in satisfaction.

“I do believe you are right, my friend~ Benjamin he is, or Benny to those who he’s friends with. That would be you and me, or course, so we are free to call him Benny~”

He laughed to himself, turning to finally grin at the other.

  A room of dolls sounded like fun, so naturally, Moon wanted to take a little look see. Their Pokemon tucked safely beneath their arm, the kid wanders into the room, examining each doll they pass until they come to stand in front of a fellow in the middle of making a doll.

 Uhh, I don’t know. Maybe you should try it? They crouch beside him, tilting their head at the little plush toy in his hand. Are you gonna name it something? It looks like a Benjamin.

The doll he’s made is sloppy, put together by unskilled hands, but it seems that that was how Che’nya wanted it. The legs were different lengths, its ears too small, but the young man seemed perfectly pleased with his creation.

“Hmm, a name, is it? I suppose it’d need a name, if I want to truly put my heart into it~”

He titled his head, looking up at the ceiling as he hummed, seeming to be deep in thought for a moment. “I wonder, what about it looks like a Benjamin? What about people makes them look their name~ When I tell people my name, do they nod and think, “ah yes, that most certainly is his name!” If so, then names are quite important!”

Che’nya wasn’t much of a craftsman, or a painter, or a singer, or anything much to do with the arts. But of course, for a curious cat like himself, whether or not he had any natural or learned talent wasn’t a problem. What was more important than knowing what he was doing was simply having fun~

Currently he found himself in a room full of dolls, and despite his utter lack of knowledge of how to use a needle and thread, Che’nya worked regardless. He hardly looked up as someone approached, so focused on his work as he was. But notice them he did, so of course, he needed to say hello.

“What the fuck?!” Futa exclaimed, jumping back as a body-less head appeared. That hadn’t then there before, Futa was sure of that. “Who are you? What are you?”  He stepped up and tried to wave his hand through what he thought was a projection, but ended up just slapping the kid in the face instead. Shit.  He pinched the boy’s cheek, still not believing he was real. People didn’t just.. disappear!

Now that was a most unpleasant reaction!

A small, surprised yelp escaped Che’nya as he was quite suddenly smacked in the face, the fur on his ears standing on his end as his cheeks were then pinched. 

“Nya-- Do you smack and pinch everybody you meet, hmm?”

He’d planned to go fully visible anyhow, but just then, his magic wore off and the rest of his body popped into view. With a flick of his tail, Che’nya pouted at the stranger, nose wrinkled.

coco takes her palm quire back with a bit of confusion.  she can parse some of what he means, but other types of spells?  how did magic work in his homeworld?  ah, but he is right about one thing–  maybe unintentionally, but these spells are useless as they are now.

   “ look here, these spells aren’t active. ”   she flips the quire open and points to a spell.  her finger dwells just above a small opening in the ring that encases the entire seal.  without it linked, this is mostly just scribbles.   “ the idea is to have a spell prepared beforehand, so when you close it… ”   her head perks up for a moment, eyes looking about the area with caution…  but it’s just them,   “ …you can activate it when you need to. ”  

however, she doesn’t bother showing what she explains off.  there’s really no point.  none of the spells will work.  she’d rather not close off the ring so openly either.  even if the coast is clear, he doesn’t need to know any more than she’s already let him figure out.

   “ a levitation spell is all i can manage right now, actually, ”   or, more precisely for her terms, the contraption on her shoes is all she can activate with consistency.   “ i might be able to cast it on your shoes, but…  well, it probably wouldn’t work right. ”

   “ n-no, please! ”   coco can’t bear it.  she tries to grab the palm quire by force, reaching with all her might, but she’s not nearly quick enough.  she watches in horror as its cover is flipped aside, pages free to flit through.  his reaction to their contents, however, brings her to pause.

   “ not any you’ve seen before..? ”   she blinks a few times, trying to process the implications of that.  the spells in that quire, they’re nothing advanced.  in fact, they’re relatively simple.  she’s only confident enough to draw spells that came straight out of the primer  ( with the occasional deviation )  so how could he not recognize them?

she relents, retreating hands that were eager to snatch the book out of his hands mere moments ago.  it’s only in the interest of getting some clarification though.  was he a witch?  but what kind of witch is unable to recognize even the most basic of spells?

   “ …what do you mean? ”

Che’nya tilts his head, this time to the other side, and peers at the girl over the top of the notebook. 

“Whatever do you mean, what do you mean~?” he hums as he flips another page. “I mean what I said - I have not seen these spells before. Of course, most spells I know are performed by a simple incantation. These, are you meant to draw them? I know of spells like that, but they aren’t anything I know~ Nyaha, well, purrhaps they have taught us such spells, but I might have slept through that lesson~! Nyahaha~”

He snickers, amused with himself, then finally holds the book out to her. “So long as you take good care of these spells, I suppose I can hand them back to you~ They’re quite useless to me, after all! It seems I haven’t retained much magic in this world - how boring~”

   “ but i–  i do take care of it! ”   coco definitely remembers fastening it on her belt.  she wouldn’t dare just leave something as vital as her palm quire just laying around.  that’s why she raced here as quick as she could once she realized it was gone–  it has spells written in it!  she can’t let just anyone find that out!

   “ i came back for it, that has to show how important it is to me, right?? ”  she antsy, watching him dangle it in front of him.  she doesn’t want to be made a fool of, she’s not about to try and reach and snatch it back from him…  but to say seeing it in anyone’s hands but a witch’s stresses her out is an understatement.

“You take care of it, do you~? Hm, but if that is so, then why is it running off as it has?” Che’nya gives a small shake of his head, feigning disappointment. “How sad that it felt the need to get some fresh air on its own~”

Even as he spouts nonsense, he grins, taking the book now in both hands. “What a cute and curious thing it is, though~ Purrhaps by looking inside we can find out why it ran off~” He doesn’t wait for permission, simply begins to flip through the pages. 

“Nyaha~”

Che’nya snickers as he observes the new hoverboard that’s been placed in his possession. For better or for worse (probably worse) he’s now got immediate transportation on him at all times. “This will come in handy~”

Ichiro was used to it, in a way, of people giving him weird looks. Heterochromia definitely wasn’t the most common of things, and his particular eye colour combination was even less so. They were striking, and he knew that. He’d learned to ignore how intensely people looked at him as a result.

If he were any younger, he would’ve gotten mad at this stranger getting all up in his grill about it. But he had the virtue of patience. For the most part.

“Ah, thanks–” He said, taking a half step back, trying to get some amount of space between him and this stranger. “They’re natural. Real unique genes.”

Speaking of, this stranger was pretty odd himself. Was he a cat? A human? Both? Ichiro had no clue. 

“Natural, you say?” 

Finally having some sense of decency, Che’nya stepped back as well, but continued to peer unabashedly at the other’s eyes, his tail swaying behind him. “That’s purrfectly fascinating~! I must say, I’ve never met anyone with eyes quite like yours~ And I’ve met quite a few odd people!”

Che’nya giggled to himself, wide grin upon his face. “In fact, I suppose I am one of those odd people myself~”