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⌛ ╢ @themustachemenace ║ commented:
"I FINALLY figured out what your hat reminds me of!" She pulls out a KFC bucket. "I was WONDERING why I've been REALLY wanting some fried chicken!"
TSII DOESN’T RESPOND verbally at first, taking her hat off of her head to look between it and the bucket for comparison...
... Maybe she should see if there’s a fried chicken dye out there somewhere. She’ll scour the Metro for that later. Her hat is replaced, and she looks back to Mu to address what was clearly the more important concern.
❝... It’s only like 20 pons for a bucket last I checked... Wanna go get some? I won’t eat the bones this time. Promise!❞
SHE’S STILL GOING to watch and all, but ma’am, it really isn’t worth the effort. She’s tried.
❝What is this life all about? I have to fight for the right to be free…!❞
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DON’T MIND HER, she’s just sitting here as she comes to terms with the fact that she plans to live on a planet full of folk that she’s never going to truly understand... Granted she’s been sitting here for well over an hour.
... In her defense, there’s a lot to process.

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nyctophilic-spite:
“HAH! Is that a FACT? Of course, I’d have no reason to doubt my best friend knows just who I’d get along with, but THAT’S a hoot! Necromancy? In this era, in this century? Most practitioners ended up kicking the bucket in some way. Sometimes thanks to yours truly!”
The Snatcher twiddled his claws in, for once, genuine curiosity. Either she REALLY trusts this one to be able to stand up to him, OR, she REALLY hates his guts.
“I can’t read whatever drivel this is–could be a list of FRUITS for all I know–but to think you still have contact… Well! The existence of other magicians unafraid of what goes bump in the night is FUN. So! When are we picking him up? Can we stop by the Radio Shack? I don’t know what it is, but it SOUNDS FUN.”
SHE’S JUST GOING to go ahead and let the ghost have his laugh uninterrupted. She’s in far too good of a mood for his jeering to dent at the moment... in fact, she hasn’t been in any particularly good mood in a long time, now that she thinks of it.
Though, it isn’t exactly a mystery why that was.
Either way, at The Snatcher’s question, the little girl sighs wistfully.
❝If I had the fuel for that kind of trip, I might’ve acted on that already. Maybe someday I’ll take you up on those... ‘Radio Shack’ included, obviously.❞
She pauses in thought, half about the supposed shack full of devices and half on the topic at hand.
❝... Course, I guess that’s not to say you can’t meet him without a trip across space. He knows his way around the undead way better than I do, and this letter is all about his attempts at summoning. You think he could call you all the way to another planet? I mean, he says he already summoned a ton of these guys from who-knows-where!❞
To accent her point, she taps a finger to the small, squid like creature in the picture.
themustachemenace:
Mu stared vacantly, as if not quite processing what Tsii’d said to her… Then, she felt a little shiver as she felt her pulse pick up…
“I… What? You want me to… What? I-”
The blonde little girl in red clutched her hands together, gripping onto the fabric of her own sleeves. There was nothing for her to gain by arguing against this, Mu knew, but… She couldn’t understand why Tsii would say something like that.
“Y… You’re just going to… Grab some food?? W-we’re talking DOZENS, y’know!”
The underground was Faros’ best-kept secret to outsiders. Even before the Mafia came, it was the main stomping grounds of the downtrodden and the biggest network of shortcuts on the island.
“I… I mean, it’s not like… I won’t, I just…”
Mu stood silently, suddenly unable to keep eye contact.
PERHAPS IT WAS a little off the wall for her to offer this sort of thing. The urge to do it was just as sudden to Tsii as it was to Mu... But impulsive as it is, she wouldn’t have offered if she wasn’t serious about it! While the little alien’s body language screams of stubborn resolve, her response is considerably ( and thankfully ) calmer.
❝I’m strong enough to carry a lot, and I have more pons than I know what to do with; getting enough food won’t be a problem. And if you’re worried about outing their hiding place, that’s fine! Any way to get food to them, even if it has to be by proxy...❞
With no eye contact to keep, Tsii’s eyes drift to a painting on the far wall of the kitchen.
❝... Your papou taught you to be stubbornly brave in the face of all this... My dad taught me to lend a hand to others that’re being oppressed, no matter the risk. So... That’s what I’m going to do. And If that means feeding a whole town, then I’m going to feed a whole town in the hope that I can help them get back to a point where they can feed themselves. I’m just sorry I didn’t realize what was going on sooner...❞
xpotionxmasterx:
“Mm. No good use, no.” They agree softly.
Perscilla’s ears perked as Tsii admitted to knowledge of potion making… They seemed to even light up a little.
“Have old recipe book, from home. Many, many potions. Is old, written in old language. have been translating by hand, so little girl can learn, yes.” They pause, laughing a bit awkwardly. “Ah, Other girl. Girl lives in shop, helps with cleaning. Wears fluffy dress.”
Once they finished stumbling over themself, the shopkeeper quietly sipped their own tea.
SO FAR, THE interaction is going better than expected... for now, Tsii allows herself to relax a little bit, sinking into the chair a little more, and mulling quietly over Perscilla’s words... ‘Another girl’? She can’t say she’s seen anyone aside from cats down here so far... No humans, no other birds ( or at least, she assumes Perscilla’s a bird? Her tail seems to suggest otherwise, but she’s seen weirder on this planet )...
Well, either way, it’s equal parts interesting and concerning that there’s more people around her age around here. Maybe she should poke around later to try and meet this mystery girl.
❝Is she... family of yours? Or just an apprentice?❞
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Watching the metro go by outside, Kizu sighs. This place was… kind of a mess, as much as it was home. Ever since these weirdo cats and their masks started showing up, she’d been too afraid to go out for as long as she used to. And now they were chasing kids around… Maybe it was time to start looking into surface apartments.
“Yeah… but- but you’re safe now! We’ll get you to my place, and… figure out how to sneak you back up to the surface. … And- and since you’re uh. a fan, I could… slip in some merch.” Maybe a hoodie that actually fits, and… Kizu had a few branded facemasks lying around, but- she’d figured maybe those would be weird to wear with the gang walking around in their own facemasks. Like some kind of challenge.
Kizunyan Mewku is not one for challenging people.
‘SAFE’, HUH? SHE wishes that much were true, outside of the metro or not... Such is her life, or whatever; always in some sort of danger no matter where she goes. But why make that any of Kizu’s business? For now, she’s content enough to not comment on that bit, tracing her own gaze out as spots she usually has to vault over...
It’s the one comment about merch that steals her attention back, and Tsii offers a very dignified sort of sound ( a squeak, that is ) in response. She’s thrilled at the idea of having it, obviously, but!! Was that... allowed?? That’s the sort of stuff she’d plan to stand in line for, not something she expects to be handed to her...
Suddenly she’s feeling a little bit bashful.
❝A-ah? You don’t... have to do that if you don’t want...! Do um... I can pay you for it at least, if you want...?❞
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EXPLODING TRAINS, HUH? Been there, done that... Buuuut, so long as she doesn’t have to run through it this time, surely it would be ok to watch, right?
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⌛ ╢ @nyctophilic-spite ║ got nosy:
Nyct swoops in, quickly inspecting both sides of the postcard... "Hmhm... Hmhm... Well! Color me surprised, kid! You did have friends your age lost in space somewhere! A letter, sent with magic, no less!" But yet another thing catches his eye: "Oho...? Some of those markings are pretty familiar as well..."
SEEING AS THE ghost made no moves to actually take the letter, Tsii sees no real reason to get irritated. Instead, she nods, looking down at the picture contentedly.
❝He’s not lost, I know what planet he’s on and everything... but yeah! He’s a necromancer, yknow? For all I now, you two might get along on a magic front...❞
An understatement, but Nyct doesn’t need to know how absolutely psyched Timmy’d be if he knew about him. If the letter’s contents meant anything, her friend had gotten into enough close calls thanks to summoning darker beings...
⌛ ╢ Anon║ asked:
who's the letter from?
TSII TURNS AROUND, in too good a mood to mind an unfamiliar presence for the time being. Almost excitedly, she holds the little letter out to show it off!
THE DAY STARTS off the same as most others; bright and early, with Tsii drowsily trudging out of bed, eating some breakfast, checking the computer’s scans... and making her way up to the mail room.
It was out of routine, mostly. Without an uninvited mafioso funneling in mail from who knows where, the room usually sat nice and empty. Perhaps sadly so... It’s been a long few months since she’s heard from one of her friends, and longer still since she’s heard a peep from others... Still, a girl can hope, right?
The trip up into the room is a quick one, as always, but the sight that greets her is one that leaves her standing wide-eyed and speechless; a lone letter sits on the desk, recipient simply listed as “CC”...
... Carefully, she lifts the letter, turning it over to see a picture of a roughed-up but familiar face... And all at once, she breaks into a joyful and relieved grin and issuing a sound somewhere between laughing and sobbing.
❝Alive!! Aha...! I thought for a moment, you’d... at least that’s one okay...❞

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“Storm Opal…?”
The confusion, at first, seemed amplified even further for a moment… Yet suddenly, out came a worn old book, full of handwritten notes. She furiously flipped through until she arrived at the apparently relevant pages…
“Could it be!? No, how in the WORLD did you find this? And yet… It matches every detail…”
Catching herself losing her composure, the cat shook her head, as though clearing off a fleck of water.
“Ahem… So it would appear that you have some manners. Now, considering our history, I do not presume that I need to stand on ceremony with you… If you truly wanted to apologize, I would normally ask for a claw… Or in your case, a finger, perhaps?”
Empress chuckled darkly… As far as she’d remembered, Tsii’d only ever roughed up her subordinates and fled her presence.
“But someone clearly knows how to start making things right… At least the first few steps. You have connections, don’t you? Surely you’ve some connection with the Nyojo Clan to have gotten something like this? Nyamaguchi?”
AH, JUST AS planned. Admittedly, she’d been prepared for the worst... but alright! Living another day is more than good by her! Hourglass eyes regard the cat carefully as she speaks, brows knitting somewhat at the mention of clans. Were there groups of cats out there with access to this ore? She might have to look into that later. Slowly, the child shakes her head.
❝I don’t know those names, no. I only know where the ore is naturally, and I have the aptitude needed to get it... It takes all sorts of jumping and climbing and stuff to reach, most times... especially for chunks that big.❞
She pauses for a moment before tilting her head ever so slightly.
❝Do... those guys have something you want?❞
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