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Post by Alex Meriweather on Jun 27, 2010 6:54:33 GMT -5
It was a decent-sized room, maybe fifteen feet on a side, with a nice clean bed, two small tables, and a spacious closet. A pair of chests sat under the window; apparently, one was filled with clothing, as Caoin took out and put on a much nicer-looking shirt than the one he'd been wearing. It was a soft blue, and it looked a little strange on him, but so did most things against his features.
He paused, then took out a few more older-looking shirts and a very soft-looking old fur cloak and went over to open the closet door.
In it sat a huge steel sword with an ornate family crest, itself leaning on an even more massive tetsubo made of something that flashed between gold and orange, an oddly happy and inviting color, which shed its own dim light and was clearly magical- and clearly not Jade. Caoin flopped the shirts and cloak into a set of plate armor, also made out of the goldish magical stuff, and formed it into something soft and vaguely bedlike.
"There you go, kitty," he said softly, picking Kalyan up and sitting him on the pile. "If that's not warm enough for you, I don't know what to do."
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Jun 27, 2010 7:22:45 GMT -5
Kalyan pawed at the armor and looked up at Caoin curiously. He wasn't exactly sure what he was resting on, but it was giving off its own heat. Most armor didn't do that, at least as far as Kalyan knew. And it wasn't Jade, which was what the Dragon-Blooded typically carried.
He'd heard of stranger magical items than Jade, but he wasn't sure what it meant if that was what this person was carrying. It was possible that, whoever he was, he was a lot more powerful than Kalyan had initially expected.
He curled up on the cloak and purred softly, and wondered how much longer Caoin was going to be around, or at least awake. Kalyan wanted to poke around in a form that actually had thumbs.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Jun 27, 2010 7:26:31 GMT -5
Caoin pet Kalyan a little more and stood up.
"All right. I'll be back in a couple of hours with dinner, kitty. Please don't make too much noise or they'll probably lecture me and try to kick you out. Have fun."
He shut the closet not-quite-totally, leaving a cat-sized space between door and wall, and headed out to ask several questions and get several more addressed to him.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Jun 27, 2010 7:41:56 GMT -5
Kalyan hopped out of the closet and squeezed out the door, then hopped on the bed. He sat for a moment, licking his paws and fighting the urge to roll around on the bed and shed little white hairs on everything. He doubted the nice man would appreciate it.
After a few minutes, when Kalyan was reasonable certain Caoin was completely out of the inn, he shifted back into his normal form and stretched out his arms, then flopped back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. He'd have to be careful not to do that too much -- he still hadn't quite learned to judge how much he could use his powers without glowing, and he really didn't want his host to come back to a bright silver magical cat.
He rolled off the bed and slipped back toward the closet, peering over the set of armor and the weapon. His ears tweaked up curiously. He knew better than to try for the weapon; it was about as big as he was, and probably about twice as heavy. Instead, he reached for the breastplate, looking over it for any sign of...well, he wasn't sure quite what.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Jun 27, 2010 7:59:59 GMT -5
The breastplate itself was ornate, embossed with leafy vines twirling around a simplistic, hand-sized symbol of the rising sun. With it were bracers and greaves, each one decorated with a different scene that seemed to depict the victory of a great hero, done with such skill that their stories were clear as day even to one like Kalyan who had never heard of any of them.
One had a hero with a great blazing rising sun on his forehead, much like the one on the breastplate; one was surrounded by whirling rocks, and reminded him of a figure he'd seen in altars to the Immaculate Dragons; one was a woman who had a very familiar empty moon symbol on her forehead; and on the last, there were three heroes, and none of them looked very magical.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Jun 27, 2010 8:23:18 GMT -5
Kalyan gazed down at the armor blankly, his mind gradually processing the images in front of him. The mark on the woman's forehead... He knew that one. It was the same mark that showed up on his forehead, or at least, showed up some of the time. Other times it was a crescent, or a colored-in silver circle.
And if he was guessing correctly, the man with the sun on his forehead must have been one of the Solar Anathema. The same sun that blazed on the breastplate.
Kalyan's eyes went wide, and he took a step back from the armor. Another Anathema. He'd managed to find another Anathema. He'd heard stories, but...he wondered what was true, and what was false. He'd never met another Anathema before.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Jun 27, 2010 8:27:55 GMT -5
There was a small, sharp series of knocks on the door, then after a moment's hesitation, it began to open.
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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Jun 27, 2010 8:35:29 GMT -5
...That was not good. Kalyan quickly morphed back down into his cat form, then crawled back up into the makeshift bed on the armor, peering out of the closet at the intruder.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Aug 10, 2010 6:15:06 GMT -5
The intruder was a middle-aged woman in common dress. She carried with her a blanket and a duster, and a small thaumaturgical cleaning device; shortly, she began to clean the room.
While she did not immediately notice the cat sitting on the shining Anathema armor, it seemed likely that she would catch on at some point.
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