Owner	Pose
WilyKat	There is a lot to do in Central Park, given the sheer size of it, taking up well over one square mile of the city. Somewhere near the Great Lawn between the American Museum of Natural History and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Wilykat and Vorpal have found a wooded path to follow that's not far from the Delacorte Theater and Belvedere Castle. It was one of those things where Vorpal agreed to show the Thundercat some city sights, and it was decided they'd drop the illusions around here. Was it a risk? Sure, but it may also be a decent way to gauge reactions when others come into contact with them. "So why did they build a castle in the middle of this place? And is it me, or is it really small for a castle? I've seen much bigger ones. Do they even know what castles are here?" Wilykat is asking questions again. Fortunately that translator device is doing its job.
Vorpal	"They do know what castles are, kat. It's meant to be a little castle. At the time of its opening it housed the meteorological observatory. It's not -meant- to function like an actual castle. If I remember the term correctly, it was built as a 'folly'..." Vorpal sighs, and realizes he needs to go a little further back in history. "During a particular time in our history, a country by the name of England, there was a fashion of builiding buildings that were not functional but were meant to be purely decorative. It's meant to appear as something more than just a decoration, to give the impression that it has a greater purpose... it gives atmosphere, basically. And they were called 'follies.' During the reign of Queen Victoria, these were all the rage in that country. Castles, temples, pyramids... in fact, at one point, they used to build hermitages in their properties, and they would hire an actual hermit to take up residence there." He chuckles and reaches out to put an arm around Kat's shoulders, "The hermits would be encouraged to dress like druids and remain permanently on-site, where they could be fed, cared-for and consulted for advice or viewed for entertainment. Silly, no?"
Adrien Agreste	KABOOM!!!! Okay. In Chat's defense, this was totally NOT his fault. He didn't even expend his Cataclysm. There was a something going down and the cat dropped int o stop it, and one thing lead to another and while he was successful in stopping the random superpowered baddie, the resulting explosion sent him sailing. Clear across the street, into the park, and right into the open draw bridge of the castle. And his luck... Chat Noir's luck, the bad luck of a black cat, clipped his shoulders and head on the top of the open doorway, sending him sprawling to the floor, half in and half out of the castle. For a split second, it looked like he might have landed on his feet. Maybe. Okay, not really. A low groan escapes him far too many seconds later, clawed hands moving to try to push himself up. "Check please," he murmurs to no one in particular.
WilyKat	Wilykat looks at Vorpal with open skepticism. "I didn't really follow most of that, but I guess I don't get making something that doesn't have a point to it," he explains. Before going too far with that line of thought, he - with the arm around his shoulder - pales visibly. "Did you say..pyramids? They have pyramids here, too? That might not be so good." Showing an ability for his focus to be all over the place from one moment to another, he perks up as the hermits are spoken of. "I think I could be a hermit if it meant free food and--" That's when there's a loud crash and thump from the so-called castle, leading to him doing a backflip into a ready crouch. "What was that? Are we being attacked? Who is it?" Question after question after question.
Vorpal	"I don't know... but stay behind me. Just in case." Vorpal sighs and begins to run in the direction of the castle. It figures. He can't go out a night on the town with a friend without something going wrong. It was bad luck. It all came from breaking that mirror, he knows...
Adrien Agreste	It's slow, shoving himself to hands and knees. His suit protects him, he knows, so if his ears were ringing, that upper body slam into whatever he slammed into was likely something hard enough to have seriously injured, perhaps fatally, a normal person. Chat Noir shifted to sit on his rump, leaning his back against the frame of the portculous doorway of the miniture castle. Head still down, Chat rubbed at it lightly with a paw before bringing his hand up to peer at his fingertips to check for blood. He hoped not. There was no akuma, no Lucky Charm, no Ladybug to heal the damage and if it was severe enough it could linger and be bad news for him in his civilian clothes. 'Hold on for me, buddy. Can't power down just now. Have to make sure I won't just pass out somewhere dangerous for us both... and that there will be some cheese for you when I do.' Chat Noir thinks to himself as he finds his hand clean and dry. "Cat-astrophe avoided," he says aloud with a heavy sigh of relief.
WilyKat	"I can't just let you go in alone," Wilykat tells Vorpal, vaulting forward first on all fours before it turns into more of a normal run. He unhooks the Flank at his side, ready to use it in some way if it becomes necessary. It's got a long wire-like cord to it and one end has three claw-like 'fingers' that appear flexible. Think grappling hook. However, what he gets is a look at Chat Noir, sat there looking dazed and perhaps confused. Kat's eyes widen initially, then his head angles toward one side. "You're shiny," he observes, openly staring.
Vorpal	"I'll be the judge of that," Vorpal says to the cat-astrophe pun. He makes a beeline for Chat and knees in front of him. "Don't get up yet. How many fingers?" he says, doing the same thing he did to Kat a while back: Holding two fingers out in front of Chat's face, one hand reaching over to tilt his chin up and keep the black cat's head level. "Nice of you to drop in, by the way."
Adrien Agreste	And now there are voices. Heraing voices isn't a part of concussion symptoms. What were again? Chat Noir frows lightly at himself as his head is tipped back. Green eyes open and his pupils slide back to slits as he focuses on Vorpal's hand. After a moment, Chat reaches out to grab at Vorpal's wrist, so the hand can be held still. "Two. And thanks. I totally landed on my feet." Not.
WilyKat	By the time the counting test is done, Wilykat's wound the Flank back up and hooked it back into place where it had been moments before. Since it doesn't appear this black-clad 'cat' is a threat to them right now, the Thundercat's curiosity level is rapidly ramping up. How does it manifest? While Vorpal's got a hand at Chat Noir's chin, Wilykat's face pops into view only a few inches away, eyes still wide with interest. "/Very/ shiny. And you're not really a cat, I don't think, but you're dressed like one. Why? Is it some kind of disguise so you can get into any places for cats around here?" He looks to Vorpal for help on this one, his fluffy tail moving randomly behind him. "/Are/ there places for cats around here?" Though he looks like he ought to be an adult, full-grown, or at least out of the kitten years, the way he acts hasn't caught up yet.
Vorpal	"Wily, please, I'm checking on..." Vorpal smirks at Chat. "Sure, you landed on your feet. Just let me check." He reaches over to touch the area of his head that he had been rubbing , to check for wincing or similar reactions. "I know you'd rather I not touch you," Vorpal says drily, perhaps a little -too- dry, "But walking away with skull damage isn't an optin here." He rolls his eyes. He knows Kat will just keep talking if his curiosity is not sated. "Wilykat, meet Chat Noir. Chat Noir, Wilykat. Wily, Chat is a great hero from a country we call France..." he looks at Chat and his expression changes for a moment, then it returns to his usual snarky self, "Chat, this is Wilykat, a space cat refugee from a destroyed planet. His super power is never needing to stop for a breath while talking."
Adrien Agreste	Holy catnip mice. So much talking, so fast! Chat's green eyes widen faintly at it as Vorpal pulls him forward that little bit to check his head again. Yes, there's a wince. And a faint lump. No blood though. "When did I say you couldn't touch me, petite chaton?" Chat Noir quips at the dry tone, annoyed by it. Annoyed enough that the leather belt that was laying limply curled at his side suddenly twitches, just like a cat's would. Conveys the exact same emotion. "Hello, Wileykat. Nice to meet you," he says, eyes sliding toward the other cat. A space cat. Tommy had mentioned something about space cats... "Sorry to hear about your planet," says the Chat kindly, not pulling away or pushing at Vorpal's touch.
WilyKat	"I have to breathe..sometimes," Wilykat points out for Vorpal's benefit, rolling his eyes as he stands back up to his full height. "Sorry, sorry. He's just really shiny," he adds, gesturing toward Chat Noir and his costume before he moves over to offer a hand in getting him back to his feet once they're that far along. "France? I've never heard of it. And I don't /think/ our home got destroyed, but..I'll have to ask Lion-O. I don't know if we can get back even if it's still there." So, the effect may as well be the same. The cat in the tunic and all adds, "Nice to meet you too, Chat Noir," as he practices saying the name once. "We came from a place called New Thundera. I don't know how far away it is from here, but it must be really far since we had to go into the pods. But what happened to you?"
Vorpal	"I know he's very shiny, Kat." It's not like his eyes haven't memorized him from every angle or anything. He doesn't answer Chat's question because Wily takes off again, so he decides to swim in the wake of his questions and get a statement in, "From the looks of it, he must have been catwalking on the roof and slipped." He frowns at the wince and strokes Chat's cheek with the back of his hand briefly, "Get that checked, okay? At least you don't seem to have a concussion." He keeps his eyes on the cat's eyes. They seem focused, and he's coherent. He stands up and offers his hand along with Kat's to help him stand.
Adrien Agreste	"Lion... Oh...?" And Chat had been accused of HIS name being lame. (In his defense, he was fifteen!) He just blinks once at this thrn turns his gaze back to Vorpal. His ears flatten quickly, eyes going a bit wide. "No, I wasn't! I mean. I totally could cat-walk and cat-call and.." Chat Noir pauses a moment as his cheek is brushed lightly. Fur is very soft. He accepts the help up and staggers a single half step. Not dizzy, nope. (liar) "I'm feline purrfectly fine," Chat Noir puns now, finding himself and giving a toothy grin and placing his hands on his hips exagerratedly. See? Fine cat is fine.
WilyKat	Wilykat is not doing the touchy-feely thing, but he doesn't know Chat Noir and has only seen him for a matter of a couple minutes or so. It's easier to tell he's got a bit of fur on his left hand, but that's the one that doesn't have the partial glove on it. He opens his mouth, probably about to say something again about Chat Noir being shiny, but he thinks better of it and rubs the back of his head with a free hand, appearing thoughtful. "Yes, and there's Tygra, and Cheetara, and Panthro, and Wilykit's my sister. There's also Snarf. I don't really know what he is, but he's not a cat like me or the rest of us." As Chat Noir begins to make a variety of bad puns, even Kat frowns at them for a moment. Then he circles the black-clad person, going so far as to grab the end of the 'tail' and squint at it, comparing it to his own. One is a little more authentic than the other.
Vorpal	Not woozy at all? "Are you?" and the Cheshire cat gives Chat a gentle shove to the shoulder, to see if the cat will tip over. Of course, he's ready to catch him in case he IS dizzy, because even though he is the Cheshire cat, he's not mad enough to worry over someone's potential injuries before giving them more. "Wily likes shiny stuff. He's a bit of a ferret like that. But I can't blame him, since it looks good on you," he smirks.
Adrien Agreste	"Hey!" Chat Noir yelps indignantly as his tail is collected. It flicks in Kat's hands, and Chat reaches to pull it away and cradle it and- "Whoa!" shoced lightly, holding his tail, focused on WileyKat, and a touch dizzy, Chat stumbles back, trips on a foot and is easily caught by Vorpal. Bright almost neon green eyes peer, wide and startled, at Vorpal. Is he flirting with me!? No. Play it off, Adrien. Play it off. "Well, I'm the cat's meow; I make anything look meowvalous," he says grinning hugely, like a dork. Because he can.