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[comebewe]

What information do people have on the Council? Not just the people and how they operate. Their buildings, security, everything.

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[comebewe]

It wouldn't have mattered how I responded. Phillip's not stupid, and he's a nosy little bastard. He'd have been able to put it together.

[sigh]

And we know it will be useful. Especially since there's no time of day when the council buildings are likely to be empty.

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[dreamingking]

I can't really fault him for curiosity, after all. Well, at least he isn't terribly loud about whatever he discovers.

[Three guesses who Tybalt's thinking of. First two definitely don't count.]

Mm, yes, we'll have to be careful, but if there's a cat-lover among those there, we might have an additional opportunity to gather information.

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[comebewe]

...You think you might be able to get something their pet cats?

[it's perhaps a bit of a stretch - but then Matthew's been getting his information from the pigeons. Who is he to judge?]

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[dreamingking]

I think I'll be able to pose as one, really, but I can certainly talk to the cats that are already pets as well, and see if their elves have loose lips around them.

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[comebewe]

You're a werecat?

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[dreamingking]

Fae, actually. Cait Sidhe in particular. But yes, that does mean I'm a shapeshifter.

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[comebewe]

We are...not familiar with that type of fae. I've only ever had dealings with the Neon Court.

But that could be useful...reckon you could convince one of the councillors to make you their new mascot?

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[dreamingking]

In turn, I'm unfamiliar with that particular Court. My Court is the Court of Dreaming Cats, in San Fransisco.

That is the tentative plan. If it's fully successful, I might end up privy to meetings of council members.

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[comebewe]

Well. They might not even exist in your world. You know, the whole multiple universe thing and all.

If nothing else it'll certainly give you even more time to rifle through all their stuff.

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[dreamingking]

Precisely, and many people also talk to their pets about their lives so that's an option too.

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[comebewe]

Useful.

Was that what you were doing in Newport?

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[dreamingking]

Precisely. That, and providing a little care where the Manticore wouldn’t. He was a terrible king of cats.

[Usually, Tybalt would make sure to make the usual capitals of “King of Cats” very obvious, and this time he makes it clear that those capitals aren’t there.]

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[comebewe]

We wouldn't have thought cats would tolerate Kings very much.

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[dreamingking]

You aren't the first, and probably not the last to think that, but I ask you why wouldn't they?

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[comebewe]

Mostly because cats are stubbornly independent and clearly view all of humanity as their own personal servants. Not exactly the type of animal you'd think of as a the fealty-declaring type. Rats, now, Rats have a King, but they're a very different creature.

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[dreamingking]

Whatever have I done to make you think I was human? I must correct that immediately.

The supposition there is also not entirely correct. I’ll grant you the occasional cat that keeps humans to serve, but most cats are looking for a different relationship with the humans they choose to keep company with.

As for the last supposition of the bunch, even the most independent of souls enjoys a safe place to bed down when they’re resting between adventures. The Kings and Queens of cats provide that for their subjects, among other things.

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[comebewe]

We never said you were human.

[and it wasn't exactly a surprise to learn that he wasn't human...but he'd been speaking more generally there. Even so, there's a bit of a mental shrug at the end of Tybalt's explanation there]

And fair enough.

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[dreamingking]

Someday, I will master a better way of transmitting levity and sarcasm mentally like this. Ah well, what is, is.

I would tell you more, but we cats do like our mystery.