Old muse looking for a home

[bellbound]

Just when I'd grown used to you leaving me alone.

So where are we off to this time? A town full of horrors worse than the Dead? A deadly enchanted forest? A game? I'm still to be collared, I see. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Comments

I would love it if you apped him to tushanshu!

[bindsthedead]

And if I have any say in the matter, you'll remain collared.

I can take a look!

[bellbound]

Whether you will have any say remains to be seen.

[And look, that's a gleam in his eyes. The one perk of heading off to a game: The Abhorsen may not be there. Unless his dear writer deliberately chooses one with Sabriel in it, of course.]

:D If you're interested, we have a test drive going on!

[bindsthedead]

Perhaps. But even if someone is foolish enough to set you loose, someone else will find a way to bind you. [At least Sabriel really really hopes that's the case. The idea of Mogget being set loose permanently isn't something she wants to contemplate.]

thanks for letting me know!

[bellbound]

Confident, aren't you. Ever more the Abhorsen. [He yawns.] I daresay you're right.

[She might be. She might not.]

[bindsthedead]

I have to be. [Not that Sabriel's particularly happy about it. Still, she scratches Mogget behind his ears.]

There's something I've been meaning to ask you- it's about my father.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I LOVE THE SABRIEL BOOKS

[wizardofharmony]

(Oh, this creature is powerful, Lucia can tell. She doesn't recognize the sigils on her collar or her bell, but she can tell just how powerful they are. Which means that the not-a-cat is greeted with a bow to the waist.)

Hail and well met, whatever you may be. Your Mundane would have you in a game, I take it?

:D :D :D

[bellbound]

[A bow, how very polite. And quite deserved too. Mogget inclines his head in acknowledgement.]

She would. She hasn't yet settled on where, but I don't suppose I'll have any influence in the matter.

Re: :D :D :D

[wizardofharmony]

Although I have an interest in worlds not my own, I... oft find myself baffled by my mundane's taste in which worlds. I suppose I should count my blessings. I shall not be participating in the 'great' Hunger Games of Panem, for example.

Would it be rude for me to ask what manner of being you are?

[bellbound]

["Hunger" games sounds terrible. Let him not be sent there either.

Mogget gives a feline sort of shrug.]

No ruder than my refusing to tell you. Though I am more than you see. Or perhaps merely a humble servant. You may call me Mogget.

[wizardofharmony]

That is fair, Mogget. Although I rather say that I see much and understand little. I have never seen an enchantment quite like that on your bell, or such sigils.

You may call me Lucia.

omfg MOGGET

[belovedone]

And where would you be if not on a journey at the whims of your keeper, creature?

Left to idle in a dungeon? Caged up? I do wonder.

\o/

[bellbound]

Close enough. I am a servant of Abhorsen.

[belovedone]

Forgive me, but I do not recognize this name.

[bellbound]

[Ah, he forgets that those of other worlds would not know the title.]

The Abhorsen is tasked with the duty of keeping down the Dead that rise to plague the living in my world. They're like maggots. Sometimes literally.

[belovedone]

A necromancer?

So, what are you, then? How do you serve him?

[smartassfancyhat]

Could be worse, you could be stuck in a fanfiction...oh wait.

[Pay no attention to this snarky bastard.]

[bellbound]

That has happened. To you too, I presume.

[let_it_go]

Oh -

[She's seen talking rocks that turn into trolls and she has the power to send an entire country into eternal winter, so she shouldn't be that surprised to see a talking cat. But she's still surprised.]

Hello.

[bellbound]

Hello.

[A feline sort of smile. He does like to surprise people.]

[let_it_go]

[She smiles back, somewhat hesitantly, before squaring her shoulders and straightening.]

It's very nice to meet you.

[bellbound]

Likewise, I'm sure.

[He's trying to decide whether this young woman has any power. Mogget can often, though not always, recognize magical beings like himself.]

[candleguard]

They call everything a game.

[bellbound]

[Look, a fellow cat. Or magical entity in the shape of a cat. Mogget is curious and a little wary, eyes and ears both trained on the other.]

True enough. And we are their playthings.

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[candleguard]

It could probably be worse.

[bellbound]

Saying that will probably encourage them to make it worse.