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[shattered_looking_glass]

You want to make Cat my daemon, Mun?

How extremely original.

Honestly, the very least you can do is give me a daemon you've actually written before. Or can write at all.

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[runeskin]

Just remember to pack some tea. Apparently most people aren't very fond of the stuff at the Observatory.

(Tastes fine to me.)

[shattered_looking_glass]

Hm. I shall have to inform the Hatter that he ought to avoid this place, then.

And it must be rather different from London. People there drink tea as if it were about to vanish in just a few moments.

[runeskin]

We have a lot of London natives. Most of them drink the tea no matter what they think of its taste. But some just stick to alcohol.

[shattered_looking_glass]

Eugh. I'd prefer the tea, thanks.

I do hope none of them recognize me, then. I'd rather not be carted off to whatever passes for an asylum there.

[runeskin]

I doubt they will. Most people are from vastly different worlds. London, but not necessarily your London.

[shattered_looking_glass]

That's a comfort, I suppose.

[Talk of other words is completely normal for Alice.]

Though, one must wonder how all of these people travel through worlds without the aid of a looking glass. Or, perhaps a rabbit hole.

[runeskin]

[She'll fit in better than most.]

You'd have to ask the people in charge, it's fairly complicated from what I can tell. And they don't tell much.

[shattered_looking_glass]

I'm not entirely fond of being kept in the dark, though I suppose I've endured it before.

I shall survive, I think.

[idkworldruler]

Maybe your mun is just attempting to stick with what they feel fits you best.

[shattered_looking_glass]

Perhaps, but I'd rather have anything but that mangy cat following me around everywhere. His riddles are irritated enough on a semi-regular basis.

[idkworldruler]

Riddles are a spice of life, they keep you one your toes and help to increase your intelligence.

[notquitefeline]

[Did someone say 'Cat'~?]

Your Mundane has strange ideas of what best personifies your soul.

[shattered_looking_glass]

To be entirely honest, she has strange ideas in general.

According to her, since you are the part of my mind closest to myself, and seemed to know my mind better than myself at times...

Well, I suppose it makes a bit of sense. Still, one would think she could be a bit more creative.

[notquitefeline]

I know your mind better than you because there is no reason to shield myself from it's darkest depths, Alice, but being your lighted path through the shadows is certainly not the same as being the very core, the essence of your being.

Although, I suppose, if you were to be compared to anything, a mangy cat full of riddles would be believable.

[He has remarkable hearing, you know. So unkind to him, Alice. After everything he's done for you.]

[shattered_looking_glass]

Honestly, you're all so easily offended. One would think you'd have thicker skin after all you've been through.

Perhaps Miss Mundane has rather odd ideas, but I'd quite rather have you than some of the others I've seen. Though, to be entirely honest, I'd rather not have my soul ripped from my body at all.

[notquitefeline]

You know what they say about people who assume, Alice.

[He chuckles] I'm sure it's not nearly as traumatic as you're envisioning.

[shattered_looking_glass]

Not being able to go a mere few feet from you? Sounds torturous.

[There's a hint of some sort of sarcastic humor there, though. She's not being entirely serious.]

[notquitefeline]

Suited you well enough in the past if I remember correctly.

If I'm the worst of your worries anymore I'd think you'd be counting yourself fortunate.

[shattered_looking_glass]

Yes, when you were invisible and silent for the most part.

I suppose that's true. So long as I don't run into any familiar faces, I ought to be find staying there. [There are no good familiar faces, after all.]

[notquitefeline]

So ungrateful. [Though the last thing he looks is offended as he stretches out.

His grin widens.] Even if it's your own that you come across?

[shattered_looking_glass]

Don't be ridiculous, Cat. How on Earth could I meet myself without the services of a mirror?

[notquitefeline]

How can a bolt grow wings or a teapot be used as a canon, think Alice. Nothing is ever as simple as you'd like to believe and the world you know is hardly the only one to learn the rules of.

[shattered_looking_glass]

Entirely true.

And I suppose since other worlds shall be linked to this Observatory, I ought to see what I can learn about others.

[notquitefeline]

The more you understand the clearer your path will be. I only hope, for your sake, that your companion is a worthwhile guide no matter what for it may take.

[shattered_looking_glass]

I suppose one's soul is the best guide that one can have.

Apart from grinning cats, that is.

[notquitefeline]

[He makes a noise caught between a chuckle and a purr.]

You'll do well enough.

And to think, you may even make friends.

[shattered_looking_glass]

I pity the person who would actually want to be my friend.