Wobblekins yowls woefully from the desk, large yellow eyes imploring the noblewoman - anyone, really - to take pity on a cat who has never been loved in his entire life.
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Wobblekins reaches up to pat at Barcos's arm, then delicately takes the letter in his mouth from the man's hand and marches across the room towards the nobleman with his tail held high. When he approaches Bartleby, he lets out a long, disapproving yowl through his trophy. Perception DC ?? (I dunno): There are words in the caterwhauling, spoken in an incredibly mocking tone. "nOw PlEaSe, CeAsE mAkInG fOoLs Of YoUrSeLvEs WiTh YoUr BlUnDeRiNg AtTeMpT aT gOvErNaNcE. YoU aRe On ThE lOsInG sIdE hErE, aNd It'S sAd ThAt YoU dOn'T eVeN kNoW iT."
Faenia: "And you did not make him listen anyway?" The cat finishes off the offering of dried fish and wipes behind his ears, then meticulously cleans his paw. "If I gave in every time I did not get my due immediately, I would surely have starved to death a hundred times over."
"But, what do I know." He finally rises to his feet and saunters off the pack to the window. "It's not as though I had to listen to that woman's overly loud and nonsensical declarations the whole ride back here. Goodness knows that might have made me a bit short-tempered, especially if I then had to figure out if someone else was a friend or an enemy with friendly fur. Thankfully..." He pauses to hop up onto the sill, "...I am blessed with an innate sense for those who are worthy of my trust. I can smell it." He pauses again expectantly. And waits. And waits. Finally he yawns - definitely not to conceal a scowl, should a cat's face be able to perform such contortions - and whips his tail back and forth. "Fine. Have it your way. You're misjudging him." And with that, he drops down to a tree branch outside the window and disappears into the night.
Faenia: The cat makes no effort to vacate the bag. "So that's it?" he asks. If cats could arch their eyebrows, his would be raised. "You're going to give up just like that? I thought there was more steel to you than just that sword strapped to your side. Are you so easily dissuaded from your goals? I thought you were heir to a landgrave, not a fish with its spine pulled out." He sniffs, though more distractedly than dismissively. "Speaking of which..." He paws once at the pack, then looks up expectantly.
Faenia: The cat nods approvingly. "Your Grace will do just fine," he states regally before bending his magnificent head down to clean one paw. This continues for several seconds before he gives the owner of the bag he is perched upon his attention again.
"Now then, who might you be? And why might have you travelled here? You're not with that dreadful bore, are you?"
Faenia: The first thing one might notice upon entering Faenia's room is a large spotted cat curled up on top of her pack. He flicks an ear when the room's temporary occupant enters, but does not deign to look up at Faenia for several seconds. Sloooooooowly he yawns. Sloooooooooly he stretches. Sloooooooowly he turns to look at her. Slooooooowly he blinks. Sloooooooowly he speaks.
"I say, would you mind closing the door behind you? There's a terrible draft."
Wobblekins yowls grumpily, then walks deliberately away from Lotti towards the new arrival. He circles her once, walking slowly and provocatively before hopping up on the couch beside the her and reaching out to sniff her gloved hand.
Wobblekins backs away as Velvet reaches down, then retreats to continue his observation from the safety of under the desk.
Displaced from his place on Lotti’s lap, Wobblekins deigns to rise himself and observe the newcomer. He pads over to Velvet’s feet and looks up at her with large brown eyes.
For his part, Wobblekins saunters over to Portimer and purrs loudly while rubbing himself on the injured man’s legs. Once Konstiantina’s ministrations are complete, he hops into the man’s lap and begins to knead his pants with a satisfied, yet yearning expression on his feline face - heedless of any pain his sharp claws might be causing with each push of his paw. There he waits, curled up in a tabby loaf, until Lotti returns from chatting with her sources.
Wobblekins takes off on a flash, pausing a short distance away atop a tree stump and yowling loudly. One leg twitches, as if eager to propel him further at a moment’s notice. His tail thrashes back and forth with only short, irregular pauses.
As if on cue, Wobblekins starts to moan piteously and make little horking sounds.
Wobblekins finishes rubbing his face all over Dzhorty's and turns his attention to Dzhynsovy. Tail held high, but bouncing back and forth, he slowly walks in her general direction. He stops a respectful distance from the domovoi and sits. He blinks, then slowly lays down on the tile and rolls over to expose his fuzzy belly while maintaining eye contact.
Wobblekins saunters up to Dzhorty and sniffs the short man’s beard. He circles him once, twice. He sits and blinks a few times. Then he streeeeetches his legs in front of him, then streeeeetches his legs behind him, then purrs loud enough to cause a faint echo and rubs himself against the domovoi - nearly knocking the target of his affections over.
Wobblekins yawns loudly and stretches, unbothered by his disrupting of Lotti's train of thought. Gracefully he rises to his feet on her lap, then jumps down from his perch of grey wool to the floor with a heavy thump. He saunters over to the newcomer and sniffs loudly, then sits (the better to look her in the eye) and yowls for attention.
"I doubt any being, sane or otherwise, would stay in your way once they caught sight of Wobblekins... Wobblekins yawns widely, either in agreement with Konstiantina's sentiments or in utter disregard of them.
She kneels down and pets Wobblekins behind the ears and under the chin - which he seemed to like back in the maze. "And yours of course, Your Grace." Wobblekins purrs contentedly.
Wobblekins yowls loudly, a much deeper and more authoritarian sound than his usual whining. Slowly he rises to his feet and stretches, then saunters over to Rose and begins twining himself around her ankles.
Only one way to find out... Wobblekins immediately dissolves into a vibrating puddle of fur in the noblewoman's arms. He looks up at Rose with big eyes, blinking slowly and smiling as only a cat experiencing a state of bliss can.
Wobblekins's pitiful cries come to an abrupt stop as he spots the mechanical insect buzzing on the table. Ears back, tail swishing, crouching down low to the ground, he begins to hunt his newfound prey.
Barely visible from the deck, a small brown furball cleans himself contentedly - pausing only to yell at a seagull flying too close to his perch.
Lotti's best efforts cannot contain Wobblekins when there is fresh milk set out for him. With a triumphant yowl, he extricates himself and hops up on the counter to begin his fourth meal of the day.
Up near the crow's nest, the cat clings to the ship's ropes and yells at the seagulls to come closer.
When appropriate, Marius takes a seat, giving Wobblekins a grin and wink when he spots the cat under the table. Wobblekins does not seem to return Marius's attention, instead rubbing himself against the legs of Adriel's chair and meowing pitifully with huge eyes. As soon as Konstiantina is seated, she also becomes a target of his opportunistic affections.
The cat pays Lotti no mind, inhaling the cream as if he hadn't eaten in a week.
The cat's eyes also light up at the mention of the word "cream", and his reluctance turns to eager enthusiasm in the blink of an eye. Racing ahead, he turns back to his companion and yips excitedly like one of the small dogs the noble ladies carry around in baskets and decorate with silk ribbons.
Behind her sulks a large spotted cat who pauses occasionally to yell with a sound remarkably similar to that of a baby woken too soon from a nap. "MWAAAAAAAHHH!" |