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[lifeskills]

This is the voice of doctor Victor Frankenstein. If you require me, I recommend other means of reaching me than these devices. You may leave a message at room 10-1. I will nevertheless try to keep apprised of communication by this method.

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[lifeskills]

<sub>[As a boy in a world where wizarding familiars have power and their own unique personality, he'd respected Vasilka as one would a person--Katherine's companion. But reality is back in play now and animals are just animals.

As a man, he's no longer concerned about offending a cat's sensibilities, and when he's close enough to reach out and touch the hairy beast, he gets a hand on either side of her and scoops her up without preamble. He doesn't intend to hurt the cat--that would be an unforgivably harsh response to an innocent animal, even here where animals are more or less just figments of their imagination given form.]</sub>

You're a troublemaker just like your predecessor. A pity you don't seem capable of speaking--you could explain to me how you got into a locked room ten floors up.

[manipulative]

[ allowing him to pick her up, she stares at him. assessing him, vasilka doesn't so much as twitch. her tail doesn't sweep against the air and she almost becomes boneless as she waits for victor's next move. will he toss her into the hallway? sacrifice her out the window? will he lock her beneath a floorboard, or even experiment upon her to make her his latest monster? ]

[ if vasilka could speak, she'd inform him his aftershave doesn't smell all that horrible. ]

[ after a moment, she tilts her head to make a move — a slight nudge of her nose, perhaps even a bite of her teeth if she's feeling overly affectionate — for his wrist. perhaps she's trying to give victor an answer with a bite? ]

[lifeskills]

<sub>[No answer. Hard to say if he should've expected one or not--this is Wonderland. Talking cats are what Wonderland is known for.

The puffball's fur is so thick that it's like picking up a pillow; as he'd thought, long strands of black hair fall from her as she comes away. (Guess who's going to be re-laundering those clothes? If you guessed him, you'd be right.) Holding her gingerly in both hands in case his surprise guest is in the mood to claw, his intentions become clear when he reverses direction and heads toward the door. She's free to do what she wants so long as it's not here.

It's a scrape of teeth against his wrist bone, not a scratch, that has him frowning in speculation halfway to the front door. It's eerie how alike she is to her event self.

Could Katherine have...? No. What reason would Katherine have to ask the closets for a cat just like the one she'd had at Hogwarts? That seems a little too sentimental for Elena's spiteful ancestor.

He cracks the front door open and sets the cat down outside it.]</sub>

Off you go now.

_{[Shoo, shoo. Back to wherever you came from.]}

[manipulative]

[ vasilka isn't going to move. she sits, tail sweeping along the ground, as she looks at him. even licks her lips like a hungry vampire would, but unlike the countless versions of dracula out there, she doesn't leap forth and take hold of his neck. ]

[ she does consider his bony ankle, but vasilka would prefer to claim for resting her paws against a shoulder. there's something about height that makes her feel so regal — besides, a part of her doesn't quite like being on the ground. a princess through and through, she wishes for a pillow to perch on and cat biscuits to be fed like grapes to her. ]

[ sitting outside, she remains there, gaze on him, opening and closing her mouth. he may remember this from the cat in hogwarts, watching him in the shadows with only two golden eyes visible in the dark. she had even perched herself right on his paper to stare at him. ]

[ then, unexpectedly, she darts back in to grab something small from his room. ]

[lifeskills]

_{[What is the animal waiting for, an invitation to mosey along? Well, whatever, as long as it's out of his sight and his space. Victor starts to shut the door, but he's not quite quick enough--the cat dashes between his legs, back to the scene of her crime.]}

Hey--

_{[Why is this his life? Picking up strays is supposed to be Malcolm's job, not his.]}

[manipulative]

[ collecting bits of victor's things had been vasilka's job in hogwarts. this cat's no different, even though she doesn't walk in ink to purposefully ruin victor's homework. rather than try and compel him to have fun with her, she bolts into his room and pulls the smallest, easiest thing to carry from his pile of clothes. ]

[ she thieves a bowtie, and runs right back through his legs and into the hallway with it. ]

[ (and you bet she'll be back for more over the next few weeks. she needs to add to her victor shrine, after all.) ]

[lifeskills]

_{[Wow, who the hell do you think you are, cat?]}

Get out of there!

_{[... Fine, have it, he never liked that thing anyway. This cat is too damn spry, swerving around his legs before he can snatch her up. But he's triple checking his locks, you hear?]}