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The front door opens and Elizabeth walks into the bar, and for once she doesn't look even the slightest part surprised. More like she'd been expecting to end up here, which she had actually. She's got an arm full of paperwork that needs to be done for the Cafe, and where better to spend her time doing it than this lovely place.

She stops briefly at the bar to place an order of food and then settles into a booth. By the time the waitrat brings her the order of food, there is paperwork everywhere. And the food ends up taking over the rest of the table. She'll be here and available for distractions all night, so feel free to be that nice distraction.

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"I used to live by hunting--if my brothers and I didn't kill our dinner somehow, there just wasn't any. But just rabbit would get dull quickly. So there is deer? I was told that only the rabbit is completely safe, and not someone or someone's pet."

He needs to do a bit of hunting for his new project, anyway.

"There's always some danger, but then the idea of a catastrophic clockwork accident... I've never seen one. I think I'd like to."

She tilted her head, frowning softly. "I haven't run into deer that was someone's pet, but then I haven't had a pack big enough to take down a deer in a while."

She's only got another cat right now, and it's more fun to take deer when there are more to share.

There's the faintest laugh at that image. "Can there be such a thing as a catastrophic clockwork accident?"

"I haven't hunted deer in a very long time. It seems like all the hunters back home have guns, and I'd rather not get shot. Someday, I should find some land of my own, or just disregard the hunting laws."

He does miss fresh venison.

"It depends on whether it's magical or not, probably. If it's not, the worst that could happen would be if you had way too much tension on a spring or coil, but that would take a Rube Goldberg effect to be catastrophic. With magic... it would be a catastrophic magic effect that just happened to involve clockwork. So it's possible, but very unlikely, and would make for a hell of a story."

There's the faintest look of disgust. She really does hate guns. "I prefer teeth and claws to guns." It's said simply. She's never really hidden what she is, being proud and all.

"Well, if you ever have a catastrophic clockwork accident, you'll have to let me know how it went." She holds out a hand, "I'm Elizabeth, by the way."

"Guns aren't sporting, against animals. Sometimes I use arrows, usually just knives--even the playing field a bit."

He shakes her hand, his own leather-glove-clad. "Weyland," he says. "It's nice to meet you, Elizabeth--are you a shifter, then?"

"Guns aren't sporting for anything."

"Nice you meet you too, Weyland." She gives a nod and a smile. "Yes. Wereleopard."

"They're sporting against people... especially people with guns," he says with a light shrug. "I don't mind using them then, but the ones I make are old-fashioned, reload after every shot."

He smiles as well. "I don't think I've ever met a leopard shifter before. We were more the bird sort, back home. Then again, there weren't any leopards at all, there."

"My little society views them as a coward's weapon." Knives were allowed if you didn't have claws in her shifter world, but not guns.

"Cat shifters aren't as common as wolves or rats in my world." Her head tilts, and if you know the signs it is clearly feline in the way it tilts. "Bird shifters? We only have the swans in my world."

"My wife was a swan maiden," he says with a nod. "So were her sisters. They had the feather cloaks, though; I don't know whether yours do also, or can just change on their own. I used to be able to change to an eagle, but that wasn't an innate thing, and I don't think I can anymore."

The prosthetics make it awkward. He could compensate for them, but so far he has had other priorities.

"So, as long as they have a feather cloak they can change? Those in my world change on their own." She gives a nod. "Do you miss it?"

"They can," he says. "If their cloaks are stolen, they cannot change; and if their cloaks are destroyed, they pine away and die, missing what they had lost. They are easily trapped, by stealing their cloaks, but it makes them angry, and they are very strong fighters."

Being Valkyries, and all.

"I do miss it, sometimes. I've built aircraft, and I fly in that, but it's not the same."

[ooc: You mind if we slowtime? I need to crash for the night.]

[ooc: don't mind at all. Sleep well! :) ]

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