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[Again_Dejavu]

"Hm. A dog, I can shapeshift too."
*Poof* Transforms into an Ocelot
"Ta da"

[Projeck37]

"I recommend you go before he rips you to shreds, to be honest.."

[Again_Dejavu]

"Good idea, he looks even angrier than I am, for once."
The cat trots over to his private room, ready for a nap.

[Projeck37]

"Now then Lyle, let's go to the field. Sorry for the cage threat, by the way.."

[Again_Dejavu]

"What." He said in disbelief.
"Did they seriously not give any furniture, or even a rug?"
"Screw it, I'll have one of these fools let me into their rooms."

[Projeck37]

Isaac almost forgot. He yells at the cat before heading out.
"OH, FORGOT TO MENTION, YOU CAN MATERIALIZE FURNITURE IF YOU FOCUS ENOUGH!"

[Again_Dejavu]

Fluffy attempted to materialize an anvil above certain people's heads, but that was an utter failure

[Projeck37]

((Only in your own room))

"Actually Lyle, it's getting pretty late. I'm going to go sleep. Night."

((Night guys))

[Again_Dejavu]

((That was a joke))
Seeing how he couldn't make anvils fall on people's heads on demand, he thought of a cats dream house.
It has nooks and crannies, and most of all... BOXES. He loved boxes

[SOLDIER First]

((sometimes my internet goes 'fuck you' and wigs out, so I had to try to get back on.))
"'Kay, night Isaac."
Lyle heads back to his room, passing Fluffy's on the way.
"Dayum, nice place," he says.

[Empiricist]

Victoria closes her book, a rather unnatural look of irritation on her face. The tension between Lyle and Vornar didn't seem like it would go away any time soon, it seemed to have in fact escalated from meaningless arguments to threats of spontaneous genital detonation. Idly, she takes out a small locket, it had a simple yet elegant steel frame with a complex glass embellishment inside, it once had a photo inside it, or rather, the original that this fabrication mimicked once had a photo inside it. That one was long gone, buried with one of the people depicted within it, Victoria couldn't remember who, it was hardly a significant detail considering that each individual within the photo was now dead. Victoria watched the glistening scintillations of the light refracting through the crystalline glass, entranced by the delicate beauty of the precarious, fragile memento while listening to the commotion that happened around her, finally placing it back away into her pocket when the conversations and tension whimsically attenuated.

((I figured this sounded far more profound than just saying "Victoria got distracted by something shiny so she didn't participate in the conversation".))

[SOLDIER First]

((threats of spontaneous genital detonation))
"Ah, Victoria, I forgot you were there.
You're pretty quiet sometimes."

[Empiricist]

"I suppose so," Victoria says, her characteristic smile returning, "I guess I prefer not to take sides in such things, especially when I'm busy reading. But it's nice to see that you and Vornar calmed down and bonded a bit. Even if it is over plans to murder people~"

[SOLDIER First]

"Yeah, but we'll probably be back at each other's throats afterwards, like in Tom and Jerry."

[Empiricist]

"I guess, though that seems unfortunate. It isn't really good for morale plus all the mentions of blood might make Selina relapse again..."