[early morning cat posting]

[sevenhorrorsmods]

Who: everyone
When: July 25
Where: class 3-C
What: a few visitors!
Warnings: none!

[On Friday morning at 6:00 a.m. on the dot, the student body is awoken not by the bell, but by the sound of meowing echoing over the intercom.

[It's not just the PA system, either. Soft, gentle, and very cute mewls fill the classroom hallways; distant on floors one and two, but much louder on floor three. Intrepid explorers who follow the noise will find that one of the third floor classrooms has been overtaken by a pack of ghostly cats!]

[Each creature is the size of a normal housecat, and has the mannerisms of one. That is, they will attempt to hop into your lap for some prime cuddling time, ears and tails flicking adorably all the while. Their bodies are a pale, ghostly white, and their eyes glow a soft, gentle blue. Although they are translucent, they are still solid to the touch, and they feel just like a normal cat does. Soft fur and everything! Aren't they precious? Aren't they just so stinkin' cute??? DON'T YOU JUST WANT TO SMOOSH THEIR ROUND LI'L KITTEN FACES??]

[So long as characters are kind to the cat spirits, the Nekomata are completely harmless. They just want to play and snuggle!! Although. . .]

[Anyone who touches a cat spirit will find themselves hit with a sudden need for physical contact. This can range from something small (desiring a high five) to something bigger (needing to CUDDLE THE SHIT outta someone). Being surrounded by more than one Nekomata means the compulsion becomes stronger, too! One cat means it can probably be safely ignored, but five?? If you don't HOLD SOMEONE'S HAND RIGHT THIS SECOND you JUST MAY DIE!!]

[Oh, so you don't like cats? No problem! The Nekomata are mischievous creatures, and they WILL leap onto people's backs and shoulders without warning. Being cat spirits, they can also teleport from one place to another, so. . . you can be minding your own business one second, blink, and then be staring into the eyes of a cute cat spirit perched on your lap the next.]

[The Nekomata will be drawn towards members of Anzen more than anyone else per their target lock curse, but they are excited to shower literally anyone in a bit of cute kitty affection, regardless of their homeroom]

[Please let me know if your character is being violent and/or aggressive towards the Nekomata. Otherwise, enjoy some compulsive physical bonding with a cute ghostly flair!]

Comments

[ratiocinations]

[;djaf oh my GOD

Inhales.]

My assessment of your horns?

[velluminous]

Post-examination.

[ratiocinations]

[He has really fumbled the latter half of this conversation, huh. Well! At least she's amused.

Then, again, immediately finding composure in analysis:]

Long, straight, reminiscent of an oryx's horns, were it not for the smooth texture nestled under the faintest layer of skin. They are quite sharp at the top, are they not? You must find yourself being careful around others, given your short stature.

[She must be careful if she leans in too close, or tilts her head just-so.]

I see no sign of previous injury or breakage, so they either grow back if such a misfortune takes place, or you simply are fastidious with how well you care for them. What else? The shift in color is pleasant to look at.

[velluminous]

[ tying it off with a bow, as it were. she'd preen, if she felt even a tenth more of herself. a pleasant colour shift—yes, she can stomach a compliment like that, even if it came at the cost of being fondled like a goat at a petting barn.

a slight, slight curve to the corner of her mouth.

she tsks and lifts her crumpled paper again. ]

Overwhelming desire for touch, you said?

[ not about to gloss over the concerning nature of that ]

[ratiocinations]

[Slight, but still noticeable for Holmes. She must enjoy being complimented; well, who could blame her.]

Yes. Undeniably strong, especially for someone like myself. I am not a particularly physically affectionate man.

[and everyone was shocked]

Though this inclination is clearly unpredictable as it is potent. You were not affected at all.

[velluminous]

I have not been drowning in cat spirits.

[ and any urges she may feel are faint and confused for the thoughts of what gestures once came easy. the idle wish, and more active disbelief, that they will come easily ever again. ]

Perhaps— [ ha. purrhaps. she stops and twitches her lips once more. then starts again with more emphasis: ] Perhaps their ambient desire for attention transferred to you via contact. This is not unheard of.

[ratiocinations]

[btw are they still holding hands

Purrhaps. He sees that humor, passing by. It emboldens him to contradict her slightly.]

You had just as many following you as me.

[velluminous]

[ no :( ]

Ah, but I do not pet.

[ratiocinations]

[wow denied-]

No, I suppose not.

[Both hands in his pockets, then.]

Why are you trying to keep away from them?

[She never looked afraid; only anxious and tense.]

[velluminous]

I do not like them. Surely this much is clear?

[ratiocinations]

And is that dislike directed to felines in particular, or animals as a whole?

[velluminous]

[ quite a curious fellow. they are like-minded in that respect. ]

Most animals. Surely you have seen how dog or cat get when faced with what they cannot comprehend.

[ratiocinations]

[He likes to know. She is a classmate, so it is even more important to commit personal details to memory.]

Your devilish countenance, you mean? These cats didn’t appear to care.

[velluminous]

No. No, it is sensible that spirits would not.

[ratiocinations]

Perhaps not, but I mean that now given the opportunity to interact with animals that would show you affection, you still shy away?

[velluminous]

I cannot trust them.

[ tension ramping into her shoulders. cute and cuddly one moment, but what if their temper turns? she will not be left bleeding or bitten at the whims of a ghost, all for the want of petting something. ]

They are too small, and temperamental, and quick to anger.

[ are you sure you aren't describing yourself, Severine? ]

[ratiocinations]

[He is not stupid enough to point that out.]

…Too small?

[velluminous]

Small, they are small! It is unbelievable to me that anyone is feeling comfort with that.

[ratiocinations]

[ ?? ]

When it comes to cats, it’s often the opposite. Everyone loves a kitten.

[velluminous]

But why? It may well perish if you are so much as looking at it wrong.

[ the shape of it may begin making itself apparent, now. while not the sole reason, the fear of small animals in their fragility compared to her. but why? ]

Kitten, puppy-dog, bird, rabbit, lamb. What if you step on it?

[ratiocinations]

[Yes, he is feeling out the shape of this fear, now. A part of it must hinge on this strange stance if hers, that small animals are not unlike porcelain china that might crack with one wrong move.

Which leaves the question…]

Has that ever happened to you before…?

[velluminous]

Of course not.

[ there were simply never pets in the Vaux household at all.

the thought occurs that all they've done is go down some stairs, and the nekomata are fully capable of following. she starts moving up the hall at a brisk walk, expecting him to follow but not waiting for him if he does not. ]

We are having very clear rules in my family.

[ratiocinations]

[She really is such a headstrong woman, he thinks, as she starts walking with no preamble, and with the expectation that he should follow. Well, he does, and at least his gait makes it easy to catch up.]

No family pets?

[velluminous]

No. And why should there be? My grandfather, he is mauled by "friendliest dog you are ever knowing". [ and for what? ] My great-grandmother, attacked by family cats when she is little girl.

[ratiocinations]

[Wait, what?]

Your grandfather was mauled by a dog?

[Is that how he… died?]