2017-05-14: In Which Edna Adopts a Kitty

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  • Log: In Which Edna Adopts a Kitty
  • Cast: Sorey, Seraph Edna, Cyre H. Lorentz, Lunata Croze
  • Where: Starfall Saloon
  • Date: 5/14/2017
  • Summary: Sorey and Edna are resting up after the fierce battle the night before. And then Cyre arrives with questions.


<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

The Starfall Saloon has been a common base of operations for Sorey's group for a while now - and it is here that they've holed up after the chaos and confusion of the previous day. Alisha had been badly hurt during the battle, and Rose was not in great shape. Sorey himself wasn't in that great of shape either, but he had come through better than some others.

And so they had returned to Adelhyde and their usual haunts to rest and recover from the ordeal that K.K. and his machinations had put them through. But Sorey had cleansed Lahan of malevolence, so there was that at leat.

But the Shepherd looks troubled as he sits at a table, several books open around him and a bottle open at his side. Not a particularly strong beverage, but after absorbing all of the malevolence that had built up in the town, he felt that having a little something to help with the headache wasn't a bad idea. Especially since he couldn't sleep well with his friends hurt.

But he sits back with a sigh, and closes the book in front of him. "Another dead end," he states, rubbing his eyes for a moment. "And only a few days until we need to head back to Timney to deal with that malevolence infused cave."

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

Edna was seated right across from Sorey and his mountain of books. She's not at all interested in what he's reading. What's she doing then?

Eating.

Seraphim have no need to eat, of course, but food tastes good! ...It's just a damn shame that this backwards world doesn't seem to have crablettes! Or mabo curry! Tsk! So she's settled with a big bowl of soup and basket of fresh rolls. ...Nevermind that to the spiritually blind, it look like there's a spoon moving through the air and pouring soup into a void. Not to mention rolls floating up and vanishing bite by bite.

No issues here. Nope.

"Not a single lead, huh?" Her dull tone sounds across the table to the Shepherd.

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

There's been a new face trawling around Adlehyde lately. Well, perhaps that's not the best way to put it. There's been a new hood lurking the city streets. Like, an actual hood; and certainly there is a face underneath it as well. A few days ago, that hood would have been most frequently seen skirting around the darker alleyways, always disappearing moments before someone notices their laundry strewn all over the next three rooftops.

Or other similar situations.

Recently, though, he's been... A bit more focused, moving in and out of the city, always looking for someone or other, and always returning before too much time has passed. And now, as he was a few days ago, he's... Right back in the Starfall Saloon, nursing a cup of cocoa with a sigh and a long face.

He's... Sitting not far from Sorey and Edna. Right next to them, actually. "Tell me about it, friend," Cyre groans and tosses back a swig of sweet, chocolatey goodness. The kind that soothes the soul so good. "I've been looking high and low for a lead on this malevolence stuff and--"

Wait.

"Wait," he leans back. All the way back. "What did you just s-waugh!" Too far back. The chair tips. The chair falls over! Cyre hits the floor! His cuppa has... somehow not even spilled a drop. Clearly he has his priorities in order.

"Sorry," he says, scrambling up with chair and cup and sliding the former under Sorey's table to sit back into. "You said something that piqued my interest," Cyre smiles with that kind of conspiratorial, trustworthy grin that only someone who literally just fell out of his chair in surprise and is now trying to act cool can manage. "Call me Cyre. Did you mention... Malevolence?"

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

"Nothing in this area," Sorey admits with a sigh. He's looked over all of the ruins that the Adventurers' Guild knows about, and done research on other possibilities in the area. Nothing that he can see that would potentially lead them back to Lunar. "The Lord of Calamity is pretty skillful at hiding, and last night was the first time we even had a glimpse of her. And that... we had to deal with the white knight and his monster."

Well, they would just have to keep looking. "I'd hoped that if we could find a way back, we could try and use it as bait and trap Lucia when she came to use it." He'd heard rumors that someone matching the Lord of Calamity's description had been looking for a way to travel to the moon, and setting up a trap wasn't a bad idea in Sorey's mind.

But then someone else pulls a chair up to the table, and Sorey raises an eyebrow. "Yeah - we've been dealing with a lot of it lately thanks to some problems down south." He looks at Cyre for a long moment - although the fact that the man is wearing a hood inside is a little weird, truth be told. "I'm Sorey - this is Edna," he states, pointing at what may or may not be an empty chair nearby. "And you are...?"

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

"Not a surprise." Edna murmurs. "This backwards world doesn't even have mabo curry." Her eyes narrow. "Seriously, what sort of establishments are these people running here?" ...She's more worried about the food quality than capturing Lucia or getting back to Lunar. No, that's a lie. She's definitely concerned about those things. She just takes things at her own pace. Which is more or less Edna for you.

"Well, whatever the case is, don't rush." Edna bites into a roll and chews thoughtfully. "As long a we're stuck here, then the Lord of Calamity is too." She smirks. "I'm confident that we'd know full well if she found a way off this dustbowl of a planet." At that point, Cyre comes and sits down at their table, prompting Edna to glance in his direction and frown a bit. A mysterious hooded man asking about Malevolence.

Wow, that's not suspicious at all. And if Sorey won't call him out for it, then she will. Introductions are made, and she rests an elbow on the table, chin in her hand. "And? Why're you wearing a hood indoors? Got something really bad to hide, Mr. Cyre?"

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

Cyre is not that mysterious! He just... Has a hood for perfectly reasonable and not at all shady reasons. It's the truth! Really! "Sorey and Edna, huh? Looks like my fortune's starting to turn! Not one, but two of you. Good to meet you both, name's Cyre H. Lorentz. I'm... I guess a travelling troubleshooter? Anyway, this stuff's been on my radar for a few days now, and it's no good at all."

"I heard about what had happened at Port Timney," Cyre says with quiet sincerity. "I lucked out and only got to see the aftermath, but from what I hear, it was... Bad." He shakes his head. "Animals gone mad, mutated, aggressive. People, too. It got me worried, so I started to do some digging, but there's been basically jack and shit to learn other than 'this stuff is bad, don't go near.'" Cyre sighs, taking another long draw of cocoa. "It's kind of frustrating, I've never even heard of this stuff and now it's everywhere? It's nightmarish."

He glances up to Edna.

Then sort of... tilts his head.

"Uh. Well, not something bad, necessarily," he says, scratching his chin with a distinctly gloved hand. "Just, something that makes some folks 'round here antsy for some reason."

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

"Well, Rose is doing what she can to try and create some dishes that are a taste of home," Sorey states after a moment, looking in amusement at Edna. "I'm sure we'll be able to find something that is close soon, but they may not have the spices we have back home." Still, improvisation had its benefits! They might find something better, after all.

And then Edna is confronting the man who has sat at their table rather forcefully. That's not unexpected, but Sorey does give her a look that is part amused and a little exasperated. "Well, as long as you're not here to start a fight, I don't think that anyone who is trying to stop malevolence from spreading is a problem." The Shepherd is willing to be trusting, even if his Seraphim aren't. Still, having someone like Edna around does have its uses. Sorey hasn't heard of any races around here that would be unwelcome. "Neither Edna nor I are going to judge someone just because of what they look like, so if you want to relax here, I don't think there is going to be a problem."

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

"Yes, but Rose isn't trying hard enough." Edna grumps, eyes narrowing. Is she... is she pouting? Edna just might be pouting. What? She got thrown through a building and THEN that building collapsed on top of her! She can pout if she wants! "Tsk. This local slop makes me miss Lunar." The earth seraph grumbles, eyes downturning to her soup. ...She spoons up another bite, with a glower towards Cyre.

She doesn't miss Sorey's look, but if he's not going to be suspicious, then someone has to! Healthy skepticism keeps a dagger out of your back, after all. Cyre says that he's not here to cause any problems, and Edna stares. ...And staaaaaares. But soon enough- "Fine, whatever." Munch munch munch. Let the two talk then. "Yeah, what he said." Icy blue eyes are squarely elsewhere while she speaks. "I don't really care about what you look like. So you can lose the hood if you want. Or not. Your issue, not mine."

At that point, Edna does look the newcomer's way, chewing on a roll idly. "So? What do you plan to do about this Malevolence, huh? You have some way to help?" She avoid tipping all of their cards right off the bat, probing him instead.

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

"What, me? 'Course not!" Cyre grins in the shadow of his cowl. "Starting fights in the middle of good company is just rude. Barfights are for places seedy enough for everyone to enjoy the brawl, you know?" And occasionally for putting snobs in their place with a fist right to the face, but that's a totally unrelated tangent. Mostly.

"Ah--" Cyre coughs into a fist. "Well. If you say so." Maybe people are more tolerant around Adlehyde, but... Well, there's a reason places like The Thames exist. He reaches up and hooks his hands around the mouth of his cowl and drags it back. A fluffy mess of stark white hair falls out from it, capped by... A pair of twitchy, striped, bestial ears. "So, there's that. I hope that helped soothe the lady's concerns?"

"Anyway. You could say I've got an interest in containing this stuff," he gesticulates, somehow indicating that he means 'Malevolence in general.' "But I've got no clue how to... do that. Or to purge it. So I figure I'd try to track down someone who does." There's a beat. He glances Edna's way again-- she... is a lot more direct, isn't she? Well, that's fine too. "Well, I've got some magic of my own, you know. It's a little different from what people are used to out this way, from what I hear. The Wind and I go pretty far back. Long as I can remember, anyway."

"And if that ain't enough for you," Cyre chuckles, "I might be able to share a few spicier recipes from out in the badlands. I guarantee they'll burn hotter than most of the stuff from around here."

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

Well, that's understandable. Sorey has seen Edna complain about a lot of things, but this definitely feels a bit more serious, and he isn't going to push her on that. He smiles, and nods his head. "I'm not sure we'd have gotten through that fight last night without your help, Edna. So I'll see what I can do about finding some of our lost foods for you." After all, food was a traditional means of showing respect towards the Seraphim after all!

Cyre revealing that he's a beastman... basically gets no reaction out of Sorey. The Shepherd simply nods his head once in recognition to Cyre's willingness to be trusting to them. "I've seen a few Beastmen out here, so I don't think you'll have too much trouble. They might be less trusting where you come from, but Adelhyde has been very welcoming. They even serve spirits out here," he adds, gesturing towards Edna.

"As for malevolence - I'm not sure what I can say. Even back home, it is something that you can't banish easily. I've not seen anyone really try out here, because malevolence is so new..." And Sorey looks a little guilty at that. He certainly isn't responsible for it being here, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel bad that it's spread here! "...so I'm hoping this land has its own defenses against it. But thus far... I've not seen anything that's successful in purging malevolence itself, and not just killing the people and animals that carry it."

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

Edna closes her eyes at Sorey's promise, lifting a mug of mead to her lips and sipping quietly. "I'll hold you to that." In Edna speak, that means 'Yes, thank you, I appreciate it.'. When she lowers the mug, she's smirking just a tad. And then it's back to Cyre, who reveals that he's a... a.... a beastman.

"..... ......"

Edna's reaction is very simple. With her expression ever so dull, she reaches out without a word and...

Scritch scritch.

"They're real." Of course they're real! Her arm returns to her lap and she relaxes. Being referred to as a spirit elicits basically no reaction from the seraph. Really, Filgaia is such a different place. Bothering to mention that stuff was more tiring than not. Her mind floats back to her meeting with Cecilia. Hmph.

At the subject of purging Malevolence, Edna closes her eyes and spoons up more soup to her mouth. "Your way of thinking is flawed." She shakes her head. "You can't get rid of malevolence. It's just not possible." Icy blue eyes open. "Purification is an ability that not just anyone can pick up. ...But for you, I would look into your Guardians or somesuch." Another spoonful of soup. "But for those who can't, what you shold focus on doing is getting people to change their ways of thinking to avoid malevolent thoughts."

Easier said than done though.

Edna perks at the mention of spicier recipes. "...Sorey, give that man what he wants. He has what we need." More like what she needs.

Edna please.

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

"Ah, well, it's actually the other way around," Cyre says with an almost-but-not-quite nostalgic sigh. "Back home, they treated us like... Well, better than most places. Out here, it seems to depend on place to place, but I find the hood is a good way to stay out of trouble. And it helps keep curious hands awa-aaaaaaaaayy---"

Hand.

Scritching at his ears.

Cyre's eyes widen, then narrow as that pleasant tingling sensation starts to spread and-- WAIT NO! "H-hey!" He jerks his head away definitely not moments before he would have leaned in instead. "Those are not for casual touching! I don't come over there and grope at your ears just because, do I?" He huffs, tugging his hood back up over his head. SEE, THIS IS WHY HE WEARS IT.

God.

"I'll remember that," he mutters, then shakes his head. "So it really can't be purged? I'd heard you talking about dealing with that one cave near Timney, though. Hrmn." He crosses his arms, half-full cup of steaming cocoa hanging precariously from one finger. Incredibly, it still has not spilled. He takes a sip. "...You guys talk like you're familiar with it. Is this just not an Ignas thing?"

Maybe this stuff came out from Slayheim or something???

Beat.

Guardians.

"Ah. Well," Cyre coughs into a fist. "I was... Actually thinking the same thing. You see, keep it on the down low, but I'm... I guess you could say an adherent to the Guardians, so..." He spreads his hands, "If there's anything you think I could do, I'll try my best to see this stuff gone. I don't like the idea of it blighting up my land."

Did he miss the whole Edna is a Spirit thing?

WELL MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE SHE WAS VIOLATING HIS PERSONAL SPACE.

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

Wow, Edna is certainly mercenary when it comes to getting the food that she wants. Although it is rather cute watching her bother Cyre by scratching his ears. Sorey coughs and uses a long sip of his drink to help hide the fact that he's grinning like a bit of a fool at the Seraph giving Cyre what's probably the most through ear rub that he's had in a long time.

Nah, Sorey is totally immune to cute things. Really.

"Malevolence is far more common back home - dealing with it is an ongoing problem, although according to records it has never appeared in Ignas before." Because someone would have noticed. Heck, obviously Cyre's resonance is high enough that he doesn't realize he shouldn't be able to see Edna, so some records of mysterious monsters and strange blights on the land should have turned up.

"I'm glad to help you as much as I can," Sorey continues, although he does glance at Edna for a moment. "Both to help my friend with her craving for spicy food as well as to help try and find a way of stemming malevolence's influence on Ignas." One of these is more important than the other. He'll let you guess which.

"But Edna is right, it's... not easy to remove. Purification is pretty much the only method we've found. Getting people to act in ways that limits its creation is honestly the easier path I think." And Sorey was realizing that was probably... unlikely.

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

"Well, if you want to touch my ears, be my guest." She smirks. "They're not as fun as yours though." And then the hood comes up. Shame. Shaaaaaame. But eventually, she will take possession of those ears again.

Your days are numbered.

Sorey agrees to help, for two reasons, and Edna cuts in at that point. "But the first reason is paramount." She says while munching on a roll. Edna is a Good Person. Really. No, she is.

Her eyes close and she shakes her head a bit. "Good luck with that though. People aren't going to change so easily." She scoffs just a bit. "History is rife with humanity's repeated mistakes after all." Such a cynic. But she's not wrong either... Still, her eyes land on Cyre again and she sips her mead. "Hm. So you're some kind of priest?" Her eyes close. "What you can do..." They open again. "Spreading the word isn't a good idea. People might panic en masse if they find out that an invisible, but very real, force is causing them ruin." She lowers her mug and leans back in thought. "...Can you talk to your Guardians directly? Or is it more of a vague worship thing?"

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

CYRE DOES NOT NEED THOROUGH EAR RUBBING.

NO MATTER HOW GOOD IT MIGHT FEEL OR HOW MANY WARM FUZZIES IT MAKES.

Hrmph.

"Yeah, it's not something that's ever really been a concern down here," Cyre answers with a curious murmur. "I wonder if it has to do with that Star of Ill Omen that came about recently. Though I hear that landed in Elru, so if it's the case, then they're probably having a worse time of it."

He nods his head, then. "Well. Not easy to remove is not impossible to remove... But you've got the right of it, I think. Unfortunately, people aren't too keen to change their ways, especially because of something they've never seen before." But maybe it's possible? Cyre certainly doesn't know for sure.

And then...

Edna.

Cyre's eyes narrow purposefully.

He reaches over.

And starts... tweaking at her ears.

DO NOT PLAY CHICKEN WITH ME, YOUNG LADY.

"You could say that," Cyre says. "Priest is a good way to put it. Of course, in my case, it's a little... Different." He continues to play with Edna's ears, simply because he can. "Talking to the Guardians is... It's hard to describe. I've never heard their voices. I've only kind of... Felt them, you know? They're there. I feel it in the wind, in the thunderstorm and the hurricane."

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

"Yeah, that's been a problem I've had as well. It's hard to get people to focus on the ephemeral, but I think that we have to continue to try," Sorey explains. People just wanted to focus on what was in front of them, and spiritual concerns were often the farthest thing from their minds. Except this was a very real and present spiritual danger.

He takes another drink, wondering what to say next. He hasn't seen any sign of a Guardian of Purification or anything, and Lailah was... not really willing to talk about how she received the Flame of Purification. Or rather, she wasn't able to - the Shepherd was coming more and more to the realization that Lailah was probably bound by an oath to not speak of certain things.

And then Sorey... just sort of stops for a moment.

There's an odd look on his face at the current shenanigans going on, and he feels kind of... well. Sorey coughs once, and then just states, "I can leave you two alone so you have some privacy if you like," he offers.

He's not really sure he wants to see whatever is coming next.

Whatever it may be.

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

Edna blinks and stares blankly at Cyre actually goes and touches her ears.

There's only one way to respond to this.

She reaches over, slipping a hand under his hood, and... scritch scritch. C-CROSS COUNTER!? "Hm. So a priest it is." Keep it simple. "So you can't talk to them. Just... feel vaguely what they want to convey?" She sighs. Still scratching those ears lightly. She will not lose this battle!

"Okay, then can you ask them anything and get a vague feeling about what to do back?" Guardians are different from Seraphim, as far as she understands. But they've gotta start somewhere. Sorey can't be everywhere at once. ... Imagine that. Clones of Sorey.

Heh.

But then there's Sorey offering to give them privacy. Edna narrows her eyes, even while still scritching. "That won't be necessary. This battle will be over very soon."

You ain't going anywhere.

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

Wh--

Edna's hands slip under his hood. They find there... FLUFFY EARS. Cyre's eyes go wide, a cold sweat beads on his brow. How could he have not forseen this!? Of course she would go for the CROSS COUNTER. This... this SHE DEVIL has already shown herself to be the type to utterly disregard things like PERSONAL SPACE and COMMON SENSE.

And Sorey... Sorey's just going to leave, just like that!?

No! You must stay. Stay and save a man's life! A MAN'S DIGNITY!

"That's..." His mouth twitches up into a strained smile as every ounce of mental energy goes to resisting that TERRIBLE FUZZY WAVE. "That's a little much. I can ask them things, and they listen, but hearing them back is... Is another thing... Entirely...!"

His eyelids feel so... So heavy. But he can't give in. Not now! "If I was an adherent of Ione Paua, then maybe... Maybe I could do something more, but... Fengalon doesn't really purify and--"

"Nnng--"

Something rumbles nearby. It's a pleasant, calming s-

"Gah!" Enough! He releases Edna's ears and struggles free of her grasp! His breaths are heavy, strained, not quite like he just ran a marathon, but... Cyre puts a hand over his chest regardless. "Alright, fine! You win this round. Tch...!"

Damn these obvious weak points...!

<Pose Tracker> Lunata Croze has posed.

CAMEO:

Lunata's head veeeeeeeeeery slooooooowly peeks up from behind the counter, her face incredibly red at this incredible-- indescribable-- what do you even call this-- ear scritching-- aaaaaa it's too cute!

Lunata's head veeeeeeeeeery slooooooowly descends back down under the counter.

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

Sorey just gives Edna A Look. A Look that says 'are you really going through with this'? Of course the answer is obvious. Edna goes through with just about everything, in as methodical and merciless a manner as she sees fit.

Oh well. It's your funeral Cyre. You're probably going to end up with your head in her lap next meeting while she rubs your ears the entire time.

The ENTIRE time.

The Shepherd just stays in his seat as Edna assures him that this isn't going to last very long. And yes, it's clear that this isn't much of a contest, because Edna's will is like the mountains themselves and this beastman is obviously very sensitive. "Well, I think we'll have to see what we can accomplish, but I'm always willing to work with people to try and find some way to deal with the malevolence. Even if it's just awareness and having allies against those... things that are trying to take advantage of the situation."

Sorey just kind of tilts his head to the side as Cyre calls for mercy, and gives Edna her victory. He pauses for a second, and just sort of leans forward across the table a little, his hands starting to reach towards Cyre's ears. "...that does look fun, can I try...?"

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

Cyre calls for mercy, and Edna finally, finally sees fit to cease her relentless assault upon this poor fool's ears. Then she goes back to her food. Actually... her soup is done, she's eaten all the rolls. All that's left is half a mug of mead, which she takes her time drinking, and watching as Sorey moves in to try for himself.

She smirks behind her mug, all too amused at this turn of events. "Oh yes, do try. They're very soft, and his reactions are simply the best."

She is not helping, no.

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

How did this happen?

Which of the Guardians did he offend to reach this unfortunate end?

Was it you, Chapapanga?

You monster.

"W-wait, hold on now," Cyre backs slooowly away from Sorey's wiggling fingers. "Sorry, but I uh. I draw the line here! Not that you're not a good guy or anything but I ain't comfortable with this!" He makes an X with his arms! THAT'S A NO, YOU TWO TERRIBLE PEOPLE. "I mean, this was ear chicken! It doesn't count! And uh."

"Uh."

Cyre, ignorant of his inevitable fate of curling up in Edna's lap for his terrible mistakes, simply sliiides his chair away from one gropey lunarian and inexorably closer to the other. "L-look. Let's talk about something other than my ears, okay? Like... You said there are things trying to take advantage of all this? L-let's pivot to that, huh?"

P...Please???

<Pose Tracker> Sorey has posed.

Unlike Edna, Sorey is the soul of discretion and mercy, and is willing to listen to Cyre's pleas.

This time. Who can say next time.

He settles back, and shrugs. "I can't tell you too much right now - just that there was an armored figure from our legends that appeared and was behind manipulating the malevolence we saw in Lahan. There's not much more I can say."

The Shepherd pauses for a moment, and adds, "I do need to go check on my companions, however. We'll be staying at the Starfall for a little while, Cyre, if you want to continue this conversation at a later date." He is glad for more help - but this certainly isn't a problem that can be solved in an evening. Or even a month, from how things have been going thus far.

<Pose Tracker> Seraph Edna has posed.

Edna huffs behind her mug, but assents this time. Playing around is amusing, but Cyre did sit down here for business. She offers her own thoughts meanwhile. "What he said. He spoke of The Pyre, and the sacrifices offered to it from people. ...I'm not sure what he's trying to achieve, but..." Her eyes close.

"He didn't actually give off any malevolence at all." They open again. "That means that whatever is happening... he believes he's right." She sighs. "And that's the scary part about Malevolence. Someone could do terrible things, but if they truly believe in their hearts that they are right... there will be no impurity."

At that, Edna nods to Sorey and slides out of her seat, picking up her umbrella from the side of her seat. "I'm finished here anyway." She glances at the shaman. "You have a lot to think on." She shakes her head. "How you can help. What you think you can do... That's something you'll have to figure out later on." A shrug.

"I'm sure you'll meet Sorey again."

She doesn't include herself in that.

<Pose Tracker> Cyre H. Lorentz has posed.

Thank you Sorey. Praise be to the Shepherd who is good and kind and whose heart overflows with mercy for all of us sinful souls. Cyre leans back with a long sigh and fusses with his hood so that everything falls properly into place and NOBODY CAN SCRITCH HIS EARS. Not without a decent amount of effort, anyway.

At least they didn't find his tail.

"Well, that's reasonable. I've been wandering in and out of town, myself, but this is usually where I end up staying the night if I decide to, so I'm sure we'll see each other again." He empties his cup, swallowing what's left of the now somewhat cooled cocoa. Cyre grimaces at his cup. He needs more.

And Edna...

Oh Edna.

"... Yeah, a lot to think about," Cyre murmurs. A lot to think about indeed. Pure, Silver Knights and strange, Malevolent impurities, and... Weird... ear-loving visitors from a far-away land. Cyre peers out from under his hood as Edna slips away. She doesn't say it, but he knows.

She's touched his ears.

They'll run into each other again. It's the law of the world.

"Yeah. I'll see you guys later," Cyre waves, pushing himself up from the table. "'Till next time."

'Till next time... He's getting more cocoa.

...

...Where IS that waitress? She was just at the bar, wasn't she!?


         <Pose Tracker> Lunata Croze has posed.


MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE TAILOR, KATHERINE'S

Lunata is out of breath as she exclaims, slapping down a twenty-five sack of gella, "Those cat ear headbands I rejected yesterday, please!! I need them!!"