[So yeah, remember that lion? Behold the fluffy orange monstrosity, looking terribly harmless and purring as she holds up the cat to the video. Sif herself is remarkably intact, except for some nasty rips in the cloth of her cloak and her sleeves, and a nice new scratch across the stomach of her armor- and she also looks like she'd like to be cramming her sword down someone's throat right about now.]

I suppose someone thought it would be humorous to summon a demon, disguise it as a cat and set it loose. I, however, am sorely tempted to drown the thing- [And you wouldn't know it from how its purring like an engine-] - and cram my sword down its master's throat for good measure for being so idiotically careless.

You can come forward and claim responsibility, or, should you prove a coward, I can hunt you down like I did your pet. I leave it to you to decide.

[FOR THE LAW OF SIF IS HARSH.]

That goes for the other cat as well.

"So please do your best to acclimate yourself to this reality as quickly as possible."

Okay, look. This is all well and good for…whatever it is they're trying to do, but I really, really don't have time for this. [It's okay, Harry, we know you're inwardly freaking out about waking up suddenly absolutely not dead. There is a reason that he's keeping the video off for now.] I suppose they don't care about that, do they?

Right. Anyway, here's my question. Is there anyone who actually thought they were fictional before arriving here, or are we just believing what we've been told since there's nothing else to go off of? Because no offense, but the last seventeen years of my life have been a bit too chaotic to be anything but real. I can't imagine why anyone would want to fictionalize my life in the first place. Also, fictional or not, can anyone tell me what happens to our lives back where we came from? Do they just stop existing? It's really important that I get an answer.

...er. I think that's all for now. Thanks.

I'll have you all know that it isn't as if I brought Throgmorten here. I didn't even know he was here until that terrifying woman came to my door with him. He's not a demon, either. He's an Asheth temple cat. And he belonged to Millie first.

Anyway, there's obviously no lion on this island. I don't know why you all apparently thought there was — Throgmorten is big and ginger, but not that big.

Just don't get too close if you see him or he might scratch you. I asked him to try and be friendly, but I would prefer to not be scolded again for something I can't control.




He is a good cat, really. Deep down, I mean. He's just a bit of a bully sometimes.

Who: Kazu, anyone
Where: Just out and about anywhere, really.
When: June 20th
What/Why: Kazu's going on a night run to not work out any feelings he definitely doesn't have about making out with his not dead mentor.

[You may look outside your window--because you heard the screech of a SWEET GRIND, or saw something fly past your window, or maybe because you caught the glow of the embers--to see the quiet street below is on fire.

Kazu stands at the center of a blaze which, briefly, roars above his head before disappearing, leaving no evidence of it's existence besides Kazu, bent over and panting like he's been running all night.

Which, to be fair, he has.]