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Morri...
...hear...me?
Where-

permatext

[nogoldenmirror]

...so...
Under.... caverns...
...locals....it Markalos.
-you?

permatext

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yping- claws ---difficul--
In some kin-- of vas- ...cavern full of je--

[nogoldenmirror]

Indeed. ...having...myself, with wolf pa....
Full of....what? Repeat—
Fehendis lasa, blasted con—

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Fehendis Lasa what?

Wolf...can you-- ...paws?

Cav- ...ll ... jellyfish
Unnatural.... darkness...dimming

[nogoldenmirror]

...old curse—
Ne--r min-. ...typing one claw... time— shift... limited.
Vas- cav... jelly----?

[She wants to take this damn thing off and smash it into the nearest cavern wall. If only snarls could be conveyed over text...]

—least... not... dead fish. ...unnatural. Stench- horrendous even in hu-
Some... imprisoned for one thing or another below. Evid... other pris---- hunch our tar--- high security area, if anything over these.... current state... be believed.

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RRRRRRRrrrrrrrr
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rrrrrr

rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

grttt

[nogoldenmirror]

...........................................rrrr?

[And before Shiro wonders: No, she did indeed type that many elipses. Before realizing what he was trying to do. What's even better is when she sends that and goes to send another, it translates her tone to:]

[snarl of frustration]

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[That's the mood of the day. He kills a growl before it starts and lifts his paw to type carefully.]

Speech to text I . I'll stick typ----. --- shift --- ---, these mess-es are ------ FUBAR ....matter.

[nogoldenmirror]

[It really, truly is. And she's staring at the damned thing another minute before deigning to ask.]

FUBAR? what on earth does that word mean?

[Oh of course THAT goes through completely. Son of a motherless goat.]

Not shif---- back myself, eith--. All but Barrabas be---- I am --- companion. Much eas--- to overhear ---ver--tions.

Did you or --- other men have...le with --- locals? -pparently t-ey've been ----- handsy with ----- of --- group.

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[This is the dumbest thing he's yet had to deal with. It's better than being forced to walk others dreams.]

Yes. They've v--- friendly and curious, I gently turned down the bol-- ---. Say--- I h--- ... boyfriend didn't g-- them to back off.

As- Barabas FUBAR.

[nogoldenmirror]

[She is going to forever say the dumbest thing she's had to deal with his Alistair. Bloody simpleton isn't about to be dethroned by something this trivial.]

Angler- ... not much bet---. Though threat of ----- somehow wor---. Shame that...

Will d-. Congrat------s on being more subtl- -han -- Amell and I, by the way.

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Thanks?
The threat ---- darkness...but I can't ... much about it. Kathashun's sec... message didn't gi... us mu-- either.

[nogoldenmirror]

...companions felt... need -- make... poor influence... later.

The ice... resistant to magic. Combined with ---ng currents and rotting fish... close.

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Darkness....dimming ar— feeding ... jellyfish...cold...

....can’tt find sour—

...anyone...use El min— coin.
Second message....Kathashun.

[nogoldenmirror]

...reveal i--elf in time--

[You know what. She's going to wait while a certain someone gets their shit together. Because there is no way in any realm any of that makes sense save for being unable to locate the source.]

voice - shortly after the return from akvos

[weremongoose]

I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time. But after the... [A pause, a thoughtful hum and he goes with...] clusterfuck of our return from Akvos, I wanted to check in.

[Shapeshifters need to stick together. Clearly.] Let me know how you are, if you could?

permavoice;

[nogoldenmirror]

[Well, she hopes he doesn't mind the sound of something in the background bubbling for the time being. Because witches gonna brew things and shit or whatever cliche she'd poking at this time. She sighs.]

That is one way to put it, yes. [Is that the sound of something grinding? Eh, probably his imagination.]

I am... fine. Better than most of those gathered here, I take it.

[Except her tone betrays her. She isn't broken up about it, no; she's pissed. At the very least, she schools her tone into something more civil.]

And yourself...?

[weremongoose]

[Honestly he's heard worse and weirder. Though his curiosity is piqued, if nothing else.

But mostly he's happy to hear her voice. Good. So she made it back in one piece.]

Some people are taking it hard. I can't blame them.

[Barabas has settled on exhausted and frustrated as his reaction, and obsessively trying to make some shred of sense out of this to figure out what went wrong, what they missed.]

I'm all right. I always seem to land on my feet, even if I'm no cat.

[nogoldenmirror]

[She sighs.] Nor can I, but what's done is done. It wastes energy to keep dwelling on it. There comes a time to move on.

[Hi, kettle. She's a pot.]

The thought that only cats somehow manage to do so all the time is irritating, and considering I am only a cat a fifth of the time...

[Wait what?]

[weremongoose]

There does, but that time may come after some bit of mourning for those who aren't used to loss.

[For him, well, loss is a part of life. So he's sure he'll bounce back.]

...how many shapes do you have?

[Please can he get a list? Or a flowchart?]

[nogoldenmirror]

How fortunate we seem to have quite some time, given our lovely host is off gallivanting with invisible friends.

[She's far too used to killing, herself. Mourning is something she hopes to never have to worry about; for another twenty or thirty years, give or take.]

Four, excluding my human shape.

[What's that? A list? Someone didn't aaaask~]

[weremongoose]

That... is true. She's certainly inspiring confidence.

[No confidence at all. But again, there's only so much that they can do given that they are here at Astoria's whim. And how powerful she apparently is.

But for now Barabas won't start talking about insurrection and instead taking in that answer.]

Four? That's impressive. Can I ask what they are?

[Tell him he needs to know.]

[nogoldenmirror]

How much remains to be seen. [Read: none whatsoever, but she's in a polite mood.

Morrigan sighs, setting something down (mortar and pestle; she needs to get more sunflower seeds from the tray).]

Crow, cat, wolf, [Wait for it...] and a dragon.

[weremongoose]

Quite the resume.

[But really. He just.] A dragon though, really?

[They had a bad time with a dragon not too long ago. Dragons are terrifying. And impressive. And ancient in a way that few things are. In his world.]

Full-sized?