Who: Trucy Wright + OPEN / some closed prompts
When: All through the month
Where: Aefenglom
What: Kittens, Puca shapeshifting and more kittens.
Warnings: Kittens?


— aefenglom / shapeshifting;
open to anyone!

[ It’s yet another too hot day, and the price of ice treats continues to rise. Logically, Trucy can’t blame these people for that decision — it’s just business after all — but it still feels so unfair. Regardless, they get her cash and she gets some ice, collapsing onto a bench for a few moments’ break and chill.

A few moments of gobbling ice before she resumes the latest in her quest to be Aefenglom’s greatest magician. And once the chill settles in her throat, her stomach, blossoming through the rest of her body, she hums to herself and rises from her seat, determination etched into the curve of her brows and the line of her mouth. ]

Right!

[ And, with a hop, skip and jump, she claims a spot in the grass, white ears twitching with each movement.

Shapeshifting, huh…? So, what, she just concentrates real hard on looking like Mr. Hat and it’ll work right? Her face screws up, hands curling into fists as she conjures the image of her loyal puppet in her mind’s eye, grunting with exertion. ]

Oh—!
[ Well, something feels different at least. She…

Has one single, solitary wooden forearm. ]

… That didn’t work. [ There’s a disappointed huff as the little amount of shapeshifting she managed to do flickers back to a plain, fur covered arm.

Well, if at first you don’t succeed. Trucy will spend hours in the warmth, alternating ice breaks and shapeshifting practice, to limited success. ]

— aefenglom / kitties;
open to anyone!

[ That the kitten teleports out into the garden and beyond while Trucy is making lunch is something she really should have expected, but it happens nonetheless.

How are you supposed to ward against teleportation, anyway? ]

Kitty! [ This little fella needs a name, doesn’t he? ] Where… Ah!

[ And there, on the wall, is a little black and white cat, snoozing happily in the sun. Holding her breath, Trucy sneaks with slow steps towards the pile of fluff.

She just needs to reach out and ]

Yikes! [ Never mind. The little fuzzball senses her before her hands close around him and pops away with a blink. ] Come back!

— aefenglom / kitties, again;
closed to chise!

Chise?

[ The door to her place is open, so she should be in, right? Trucy peeks her head in, and if Chise is listening closely (or is simply nearby), she might just hear the gentle mewling of a kitten held securely in Trucy’s arms.

Or, well. Trucy thinks he’s secure. That particular belief lasts about… a minute, as the little ball of fluff teleports out of her arms and reappears tangled in a plant hanging by the window. ]

Eek! N-no, kitty—

[ She’s just going to have to go right in and try and get him down, isn’t she? ]

— wildcard;

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