People don’t have to like you and you don’t have to care.

[themogget]

Who:
When: All through Aguril.
Where: All around - specified in prompts.
What: Open and closed top levels, etc. Hit me up at hardtostarboard or by PM to plot!
Warnings: None yet, will be noted in subjects.

Comments

open; everywhere. in your house probably.

[themogget]

[Mogget is a cat, and as a cat he enjoys warm spots, soft things, and places where he can find an easy meal. And as a cat, he is somehow able to get into places of residence despite there being no doors open and the windows just slightly ajar.

Perhaps you get home to find him sneaking out (or in) through a window, or you come in to a ball of white fur snoozing on your couch or bed.

One thing is for sure, you didn't own a cat before. Not this one, at any rate.]

[textsfromhotland]

[Alphys has been working in the community garden a lot since the opening, which still feels bizarre to her. She's never been one for hard labor and the outdoors, but that's being a faun for you, she guesses. Either way, she doesn't notice the cat on her bed on the first pass through because all she wants is a bath, but by the time she's cleaned up she's ready to crawl under the sheets- which is made considerably more difficult when there's a cat laying there.]

O-oh. Uhhh... [Let's just reach out and gently poke.]

[themogget]

[Any door or window left open a crack, particularly in the current warm weather, is really an open goal for any cat to sneak in through. When that cat is Mogget, who is particularly determined when he sets his mind to something beyond being lazy, the likelihood of such things being put to use rises exponentially.

He notes the resident of this place coming in with barely more than a slightly turned ear, and listens to them coming back. The white fur bristles very faintly moments before Alphys touches it, and a small, purring voice comes from the centre of the ball of white fluff.]

I would advise against it.

[textsfromhotland]

[Alphys yanks her hand back with a squeak. The cat! It talks!]

I-I-I didn't know you were awake! O-or that you could talk!

[themogget]

[Mogget, not appearing at all bothered about being disturbed from his nap, stretches out on the sheets and arches his back, showing off the soft white fur of his belly. He flexes his claws, then rolls into an upright position while making no effort at all to stand.]

Knowledge is a valuable thing. [He purrs.]

And now you know more than you did a moment ago. Isn't that something?

[textsfromhotland]

[HHHNGGH. It's taking all of Alphy's willpower not to reach out and rub that incredibly soft kitty belly.]

Huh-? O-oh, I mean, sure! It was just kinda unexpected!

[twilightskey]

[Roxas is tired. He's had another day of chasing Ven around the house (because really, why did Ven have to go and take his comm for, anyway?), and honestly all he wants to do is take a nap. But he doesn't get the chance to when he opens the door and spots the white ball of fluff curled up on his bed.]

Huh?

[Wait a sec, is that... a white cat? The same white cat from before?]

[themogget]

[The very same white cat from before.

This particular room had smelled familiar, and though familiarity wasn't really a deciding factor in where Mogget chose to take a nap, he decided that it might be a likely place to also get something to eat.

(Mogget was not hungry, he just enjoyed the act of eating.)

He twitches one ear and opens one eye when the young man walks in, and moves himself out of his curled up position into a long, full-body stretch.]

I wondered when you'd come back.

[twilightskey]

It's you!

[He's just surprised that the same white cat had somehow tracked him down to the house he's staying in. Not that he's upset, he's just surprised it managed to find him.]

[He steps into the room, glancing at the opened window before back at the cat]

How did you manage to find me?

[themogget]

I wasn't looking for you.

[But he had found a familiar scent and followed it, and the window just happened to be open... That spot of sun on the bed had been a very tempting one.]

But you should think yourself lucky. I don't tolerate many canines.

[twilightskey]

[Roxas can't help but chuckle at the self-assurance that Mogget exudes. It reminds him a little of Saix in a way.]

Well, in my defence, I wasn't always a dog like this. I was a normal person before turning into a Turnskin.

[He moves to take a seat on the bed next to Mogget.]

Do you have your own place to live?

also, hello over here!!

[faithlikeaseed]

[One debatable advantage of sneaking into the cottage Myr shares with Caster and Archer is they've already got cats they leave it open for.

And, also, one of them's blind and not liable to notice the cat that's taken up residence on his tidy bed isn't one of their usual suspects.

Though he's quite familiar with the feeling of a feline lump weighting down the (alarmingly colorful) quilt on his bed when he's trying to pull it off to take to the wash.]

Move, puss, [he says, with absent affection,] I need this.

hello!

[themogget]

[He didn't need to be told about the other cats, but it does make it seem more likely that another one won't really be noticed as anything too peculiar. Mogget makes himself comfortable, as he often does, and falls asleep to the fading chimes of the little bell attached to his collar.

When he wakes up, it's because the quilt is being moved.

Mogget stretches lazily, looks up at the person disturbing him, and-- mm. Interesting.]

I might, if you say please.

[faithlikeaseed]

[Hasmal Circle, whatever its other faults might be, didn't raise rude mages. So Myr's,]

Move, please,

[is basically reflexive. He stops tugging on the quilt to await a response.

It takes a couple of seconds more for his thoughts to catch up with what actually got said, and by whom.]

--Wait, hold on, you're a new one, aren't you?

[themogget]

A new one?

[He does stand up then, moving off the quilt that Myr wants and taking up position on one of the pillows at the top of the bed instead.

You know, since Myr asked so nicely.]

A new inhabitant here? Yes. A cat who is not normally in your house? Also, yes. Which of the two were you referring to?

open; The Coven

[themogget]

[Often mistaken for a familiar, Mogget finds that his passage through the coven halls goes mostly unnoticed by those also roaming them. What may go less unnoticed, however, is the sight of a small white cat sat on top of a table, diligently reading from a book spread open in front of it.

When spotted, he simply stares at the person looking at him, then looks to the small pile of other books that he has somehow managed to accumulate with nobody else apparently offering any assistance.]

If you wouldn't mind lifting the top one down. [The cat purrs.] No thumbs, you see.

[sisterless]

[ the coven is familiar grounds to merrin, who comes by a couple times in a week to study up on the different practices offered. the oddities of the halls don't get to her much, but even she has to take a moment to process the sight of a cat reading. despite that, when he talks she is only momentarily startled. ]

Yes, of course. [ she does as requested, taking the book requested and bringing it down for him. ] Is there... any page I should turn to for you?

[themogget]

No, that should be just fine.

[He can manage the rest for himself, hooking the edge of the binding with two claws and pulling it open. If all cats were possessed of such sapience, the world would be a very different place indeed.

Mogget's tail lashes idly as he scans the index page.]

Thank you. If you need any of the others here, I'm finished with them.

[sisterless]

[ a clever way to get around a lack of thumbs. she eyes the other books he has and picks up the next one, scanning the cover and title. ]

What are you researching?

[ no one has so many books piled up without purpose. ]

[themogget]

Transmutation.

[It's almost uncanny, how he manages to gently hook the pages and turn them without tearing them at all.]

I'm sure I don't need to outline the reasons why...

open; harbour

[themogget]

[A shout goes up from one of the fishing boats tied up against the docks, and a small white cat darts away with a small fish held in its mouth. Despite its surroundings the cat is still perfectly clean, making it an easy target to track until it can wind through a few obliging legs and break the line of sight.

The fisherman goes back to his boat empty handed and Mogget slips into a doorway with his prize. Not his favourite, but a little fresh fish filching can get the heart pumping, as well as offering a treat at the end.]

People are the same anywhere you go... [Mogget muses to himself before he tucks in, using one carefully extended claw to split the scales and skin to find the meat inside.]

[eluci]

[There's someone who's spotted the little white cat after the fisherman's lost him--he'd heard the shout but didn't connect it to the cat until it had passed him by.

As a fisherman of sorts himself, Noctis can't stand for the theft of the fish, and while he's not going to take it, he does wait until Mogget starts to dig into his treat to crouch down and confront him, partly blocking at least one of the cat's escape routes.]

That's rude, you know. Stealing someone else's catch.

[themogget]

[Mogget realises he's been followed as he neatly fillets his 'catch' with his claw, but the footfalls aren't the heavy ones of a fisherman. When his pursuer appears - just a young man, by all estimations - the cat lets him say his piece while he watches him with unblinking eyes.]

If you're seeking to appeal to my sense of guilt, you're going to be here for a while. [He purrs out, before ducking his head down and taking a bite of the fish.]

But do you know what I find to be rude? Attempting to corner somebody in a doorway.

[eluci]

[Hmm, he seems to have lost this argument. He wasn't expecting the cat to care, but at the same time, it's strange to hear an affirmation of that expectation.]

Guess we're both rude, then. [It's probably also rude to make a face at Mogget's meal, but it's raw as raw fish can be, and he likes to think he's enough on the human side of things to always prefer cooked or at least professionally prepared raw fish.]

But I'm up for trying. Not like I have to be anywhere for a few hours.

[themogget]

[Mogget is not what most people would consider polite, but he sees little use in sugar coating his words for the benefit of the fragile feelings of others. This boy doesn't appear too bothered by the fact, though...

He works his way across one side of the fish, then deftly flips it over with two claws hooked into the dorsal fin.]

So you'd spend those few hours lecturing someone who has no desire to hear it, and isn't going to change their behaviour as a result? You must be terribly boring.