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Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: July Planet!
When: The month of July!

[This is another planet mingle since the first one has nearly hit captcha! Feel free to continue threads or start brand new ones!]

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[brainiest]

[ Stepping over, Hermione holds the kitten out with careful hands. ]

Would you like to hold him?

[castrationfist]

.... Ah... I suppose I may...

[Well, if Hermione is offering, she'll just... reach out and hold Crookshanks herself. If the cat will let her, of course, she's never gotten along well with cats.

(Especially one of her other tails, which insists that it's a cat. But is that a problem with cats or a problem with Berserkers? Or just a problem with other Tamamos?)]

Just be sure you keep your claws to yourself, okay?

[brainiest]

[ There's a moment where Crookshanks seems like he might end up hissing and wandering away, but - instead he moves close, shifting up and nudging his nose against Tamamo's chin, purring a little as he settles down against her body.

Crookshanks is a Kneazel, at least in part, and he knows if he can or can't trust someone - and he seems to trust her, at least for now. ]

See? Isn't he cute?

[castrationfist]

[That 'for now' may be wise, Crookshanks. But even so, she seems to be a little flattered...]

I suppose he isn't as bad as I assumed...

[... she's going to scratch behind his ears despite herself.]

[brainiest]

[ And all Hermione can do is soften, looking between them with a wide smile. ]

He's lovely, and he's very good at making sure I'm kept safe. You'll love him too, I'm sure of it.

[castrationfist]

Well, I know about guard dogs, but I can't say I've ever heard of guard kittens...

[... boops crookshanks' nose tbh.]

[brainiest]

He's a kneazel, and they're very smart cats. He knows when you should trust someone or not.

[ Not that she's entirely understood when she was fourteen, but... ]

[castrationfist]

A... 'kneazel'? Is that a kind of breed?

[brainiest]

A breed from my world, yes. They're very special, but Crookshanks was left abandoned in the pet shop when I found him.

[castrationfist]

... Abandoned, were you...

[Well, now that tugs at her heartstrings, and her sympathy.]

If he was of use, who knows who is trustworthy, why would he be abandoned?

[brainiest]

He hissed at people. And people said he was ugly.

[ Hermione, obviously, hadn't agreed. ]

People don't always make sense.

[castrationfist]

... I don't know. That does sound remarkably... human.

[It's no rain of arrows, but at least she hadn't been caged in a shop.]

[brainiest]

I'd like to believe there's better in the world - or, at least, that I can help people see it.

[castrationfist]

There is better. There is also worse. There is boundless good and horrible evil in the world in equal parts. Understanding this is one of the first steps on the Noble Eightfold Path, after all.

[brainiest]

Well, I'd much rather see the boundless good, thank you very much. I'm tired of the people I care about suffering for no reason.

[castrationfist]

Well, then. There is a lot of good right here to focus on, isn't there? It's safe here, you have a lovely Servant, good friends, your cat... It's okay to think that way, isn't it?

[brainiest]

I think so. For now, at least.

[ Good things aren't eternal, after all, but Hermione has hope. She'd fought for a long time for it, hadn't she? ]

Shall we take him back to the ship?

[castrationfist]

Ah, yes! But before that, will you allow me to do one thing? If you are willing, I can use my powers as Caster to give you a spell of happiness! ♥

[brainiest]

[ Blink. ]

You can do that?

[castrationfist]

Hm, are you underestimating me? Simply close your eyes for a moment!

[brainiest]

[ Hermione should be suspicious, she thinks, but all she does is lift her head and huff a noise before her eyes shut. ]

Okay...

[castrationfist]

[She really should be. Honestly, Caster just waves her hands in front of Hermione's eyes for a moment to make sure they're really closed, and then...

Picks up one of those fluff slugs to set it on top of Hermione's head.]

[brainiest]

[ ....

Lifting her hand, Hermione opens one eye and pats down on the slug before she makes a small, mournful noise. ]

Tamamo...

[castrationfist]

Yes, Hermione?

[She seems so proud of herself, honestly.]

[brainiest]

You're so lucky these slugs are cute.

[ And that Hermione doesn't mind washing her hair... ]