[ On a typical overcast day in Port Townsend, the last thing the Cat King expects is one of his scouts to come scurrying into the Cannery to tell him of a ghost bouncing back through a mirror and landing on the floor of the apartment above the Tongue and Tail butcher shop both alone and seemingly with no real drive to get back.
The Cat was fiddling with something shiny he'd traded with the crow for in exchange for a temporary transformation spell that would make him human again, but he fast lost interest in it in the wake of the news. It's all pretty confusing, if he's honest. Why would Charles be here without Edwin, why is Edwin not storming through the mirror to come and collect him, why come here in the first place, and why was he reportedly looking around like he'd never seen here before?
He'd have to be a much stronger Cat than he is to resist this particular little mystery and, unafraid of getting his own paws dirty, he disappears in a burst of purple magic to rematerialize in a familiar alleyway — the one in which he'd last seen one of the ghost boys, actually, funny how that happens — and steps out of it to see the very tangible evidence of this strange story; Edwin's loyal little attack-dog, standing with his hands on his backpack straps, looking like he's trying to decide in which direction to go. ]
Lost?
[ He calls as he comes into the street at large, head tilting and a smile on his face that he certainly means to look warm, but probably looks a little mean, too. He's wearing a similar leather ensemble to what he was wearing when he last saw Edwin, only a little less rigid, a little more dressed down. He was trying to look good, then, after all; this has caught him off guard. But in the best kind of way. He's weirdly excited to talk to Charles without the buffer of Edwin inevitably taking over. ]
Don't tell me you can't remember your way around this place - it's like four main streets and a beachfront. Don't you live in a city?
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The Cat was fiddling with something shiny he'd traded with the crow for in exchange for a temporary transformation spell that would make him human again, but he fast lost interest in it in the wake of the news. It's all pretty confusing, if he's honest. Why would Charles be here without Edwin, why is Edwin not storming through the mirror to come and collect him, why come here in the first place, and why was he reportedly looking around like he'd never seen here before?
He'd have to be a much stronger Cat than he is to resist this particular little mystery and, unafraid of getting his own paws dirty, he disappears in a burst of purple magic to rematerialize in a familiar alleyway — the one in which he'd last seen one of the ghost boys, actually, funny how that happens — and steps out of it to see the very tangible evidence of this strange story; Edwin's loyal little attack-dog, standing with his hands on his backpack straps, looking like he's trying to decide in which direction to go. ]
Lost?
[ He calls as he comes into the street at large, head tilting and a smile on his face that he certainly means to look warm, but probably looks a little mean, too. He's wearing a similar leather ensemble to what he was wearing when he last saw Edwin, only a little less rigid, a little more dressed down. He was trying to look good, then, after all; this has caught him off guard. But in the best kind of way. He's weirdly excited to talk to Charles without the buffer of Edwin inevitably taking over. ]
Don't tell me you can't remember your way around this place - it's like four main streets and a beachfront. Don't you live in a city?