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[mogget_cat]

*A rather bloodstained white cat slinks into the bar from the lake area, looking quietly smug. It uses a barstool as a springboard to leap upon the Bar, where it sits, calmly cleaning itself of blood.*

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[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He walks over. "The cat has been amongst the canaries, it seems . . ."

He orders a plate of caviar on toast-tips for Yrael, and a glass of wine for himself.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael grins over his shoulder at his friend.* So to speak.

*seeing the caviar and toast-tips as he goes back to cleaning his shoulder of blood.* Thank you.

How have you been, my friend? We did not get to talk last night.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He frowns mildly. "For whatever reason, I could not return with you and the others. I am rather relieved that I was able to come in tonight. Attempting such powerful rune magic from the other side is not something I wish to try first."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael smooths the fur on his right foreleg.* That is understandable, certainly.

I got Svava up to her room, afterwards, last night. She seemed better, merely tired. I asked Edielweiss to keep watch over her, just in case.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He nods. "Good. Fortunate that we . . ." the notes () pop out of the bar. He reads the one addressed to him, and sets it back down after a moment. "As I was saying, fortunate that we didn't try to send her some place where she would have been irretrievable."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael's eyes scan his note, then Yrael blinks unhurriedly and looks back up at Hannibal, eyes bright.*

Indeed. Very fortunate.

*Not noticing any blood he missed, Yrael stretches, yawning, and settles down to enjoy some caviar on toast.*

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He sips the wine, content to enjoy it in companionable silence.

[mogget_cat]

*Companionable silence reigns for a time, before Yrael speaks again.*

Other than the happenings of last night, how have things been going? Well, I hope.

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

He nods and smiles a little. "The Widow Pazzi is quickly becoming more pliable."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael purrs under his breath.*

Otherwise, things remain quiet?

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

"Very quiet. Although it begins to seem that Clarice is in trouble. Her integrity is not highly valued in the FBI."

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael lies down comfortably, blinking slowly.*

*resting his head on his paws* In trouble in what way? With the FBI?

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean paced slowly towards the bloodstained cat. His gleeman's cloak swirling as he stopped by the cat. Pursing his lips slightly, he spoke with apprehension, "Are you a... shadowspawn?" Asmodean did not particularly desire to know what sort of mood Aginor might have been in to create something like the cat before him.

[mogget_cat]

*The white and red cat in question turns to look at Asmodean, its bright green eyes shining with what was not a reflection. It stares at Asmodean levelly, wonder whether or not to grace the question with an answer.*

*clearly* No more than you are.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean shifts his cloak around him as he listened to the cat speak to him. Stammering for a second, "...I... meant no offense, I was mearly attempting to perhaps find something familiar within this... space."

Looking at the cat's stained state, he ran his hands through his hair, as he spoke, "Do you require a kercheif?"

[mogget_cat]

*The not!cat blinks slowly, lazily.* There was no offense, merely an assumption that I do not understand the reasoning behind.

*licking his shoulder free of blood* What makes one assume that a...catshaped being is shadowspawn? Moreover, who is it that is making the assumption?

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean wrung his hands slightly. Regaining composure, he adjusted the copious amounts of lace at his sleeve. Speaking with his baritone voice smoother, "The assumption was based on a being that displayed abilities far beyond what its appearance might suggest. This is usually the mark of shadowspawn, though I have seen many things, like this place itself, that defy ordinary assessments."

[mogget_cat]

*The white cat stretches langorously.*

And what abilities other than that of a cat had I shown when you made such an assumption? Hmph. You sound new. Have you been to our bar before?

*There is a more than palpable tone of ownership heard in the phrase "our bar".*

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean's dark eyes glowed for a second as a chair found its way under him as he sat down. Asmodean ruffled his dark hair.

"If that is what you wish to call this particular space, then yes, it is my first time here."

Asmodean pulled his harp case off his back, and opened the case. He delicately removed the dragon carved instrument. He struck a chord.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A small smile found its way to Asmodean's face. It was clean. He didn't know how. Other than a faint trace of curiosity, he didn't care. It was clean.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat blurs slightly, becoming an insubstantial white mist for a split second. When the shape reforms, the bloodstains are gone, absorbed. The catshape lies down, lounging comfortably.*

Has anyone explained to you the rules of our bar?

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean struck a minor chord. Smirking slightly, he spoke softly,

"I was never overly concerned with rules, but perhaps to better facilitate my interaction in this space, I will listen to you explain these rules."

A lilting melody flowed from his harp as he finished speaking.

[mogget_cat]

*Asmodean gets a catty smile in return. Yrael speaks matter-of-factly.*

You would do well to be concerned with the rules here. They are enforced better than most places one can find in the universe.

First, no violence in the bar. Death does not work here, and would be quite put out to have to work on her off-hours.

Second, no business in the bar. If you have a problem with another patron, you take it outside. Death works there. *he grins, showing very white teeth.*

Third, no sex in the bar. There are rooms for that. A room can be rented by asking the bar for a key. If you do not have money to pay, a tab will be started for you. All currency is taken, here.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean began playing, "The March of Death", in a wooden and humorless way. With a slight grin, Asmodean spoke almost too himself,

"...I can restrain myself in such a way to fall within those particular limitations."

Transitioning seamlessly into another slightly more upbeat tune, Asmodean looked at the cat.

"Do you wish me to address you in a particular manner? I doubt that you would like to be called cat, or feel that it applies to you, perhaps as much as I would like to be called, or felt that the label human applied to me."

[mogget_cat]

*The cat laughs, an amused sound.*

I was once many things, though now I am merely several. Cat is not and has never been one of them, really.

I have many names. Currently, I am called Yrael.

And how might I address you, harper?