((SLOOOOWLY returning to RP. Been watching season 1 of his series again.))

[contractorkitty]

One does not simply look at all the old posts, and avoid not go back into all the writing. Don't tell me I was the only one to have seen this coming.

Yet, I am in agreement with you on not rushing into anything. I understand that you have other matters you want to stay focused on.

Must be really important to you, for not getting back to anyone for months.

[Mun is hoping this won't turn out to be a bad idea... Thanks Mao. You've been easy-going on this so far.]

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[contractorkitty]

[Well, there’s no point in just meowing and pretending to be a normal cat. Most people don’t know about Contractors, and this guy’s no exception. He’s probably not from my original world either. This muse is used to explaining himself, so he’s not reluctant to reply.]

There’s no voice box. It’s more complicated than that... I’ve never exactly met the guys who arranged my soul to be in this body. [He sits down and looks up at the guy.] I wasn’t always a cat. [Beat.] You’re not dreaming, or going crazy.

[Mao could’ve picked another animal to constantly share a mind with, but there hadn’t been any in Tokyo who’d constantly prey on a cat. And the little radio communicator inside the bell on his collar had been designed just for him.]

[augumentative]

You're saying that someone placed a soul inside your body so you can talk?

[That's some seriously messed up shit. What the hell did they do to this cat? People experimenting on animals in this way now? Jensen just thought humans with augmentations was bad enough. Cybernetic people.]

Who did this to you?

[contractorkitty]

My human soul inside a cat, yes. But it's a complicated thing I can't explain well. [Hm...] I had always assumed that my private server connection my conscious is connected to would be the reason I am still able to speak.

Unfortunately, I can't remember much on what happened during the accident, besides there being an explosion, a long time ago.

[Mao knows that makes the guy's brain hurt.] I used to work for an organization called The Syndicate. I believe they did this, as it is the only thing to assume why I am the way I am.