The other thread is clearly broken, as I can't see any of my most recent responses unless I'm logged in under my name; interesting fact, that. Maybe I was mistakenly singled out as a spammer.
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-- Your attempt to read his mind fails. He sees you, and asks aloud, "Eli? Is that you?"
He stoops down and picks you up, turns, and walks away from the precinct, which is the direction he was initially headed. He puts you in the front seat, and starts to drive.
"I'm going to take you to my place, and let you use my computa. I know you got away from the lab; that is vey good. I wonda how many rives you used doing that."
As he's talking to you, he continuously glances down at you.
There is abruptly chaos, and you are flung to the floor; you feel the weight of the dashboard pin you down painfully.
You hear the detective breathing shallowly, and the car has halted.
After what seems like an eternity, you hear sirens. The technicians drag the detective from the car, and you hear him sputter, "The cat."
The car is cut and pried from around you; one of the EMTs examines you, and says, "We'd best have a veterinarian have a look at you, but it looks to me like you're one lucky cat."
It seems the detective was in a head on collision with a tractor trailer which weaved into his lane. The other driver, a large man in his forties, is reacting belligerently to the questioning. He smells distinctly of marijuana and alcohol to your nose at this distance.
They take you to an emergency animal hospital, and the doctor on duty examines you carefully, feeling over every inch, before telling you, "A car accident where you were pinned to the floor, and not a mark on you. You are one lucky guy. Can't say the same for your owner; only time will tell for him."
They put you in a cage for the night.
Magnus
Member
I type
'Sorry about the accident, My lives tend to involved a lot of bad luck to counter my good luck, I think. Can you tell me what you know about this?
The main reason I contacted you was to to offer my assistance to you in any way that I can do. I've been improving my martial arts over the years. I had a nice meal out of a wild dog before I decided to come see you.
I also wanted to tell you about my origins. I was originally human. I then became a dimensional traveler after an accident. my kind are called versers. Normally, When we die we are shunted into another dimension. But something messed up horribly and I was reborn as a cat.'
"I don't know much about it; supposedly, though, cats have nine lives. I would guess you know that better than I do. Do you know how many times you've died?
"I can't really think of any ways you could offer your assistance; maybe you could be similar to one of our canine units, but it would certainly be placing you in harm's way.
"That story is difficult to believe, but I haven't got any other explanation for why you would appear as you do."
Magnus
Member
'I think I've died six times. I'm not really sure because I'm counting the instances when I should have died but was saved by a twist or fate. I died explicitly once, being run over by a car hurt a lot. I felt my torso being crushed and I woke up on the other side of the road.
I don't care about putting myself in harm's way. I want to move on to the next world to find a way to transform myself back to human.'
"Well, if you've died six times, that means you're on your seventh life; when you die twice more, you will be dead.
"I would love to take you along with me into the field, but these days they've got me working behind a desk. Unfortunately, if we reveal too much about you, the scientific community will be all over you, just like they once were before. I do have an idea, though. Wait here."
He leaves the room for a few moments, then returns with a folder. "The case that you were involved in, where Jed was murdered; it was part of something bigger." He takes out a poorly lit picture; the subject, a large, muscular man in a black and white suit, has a face not visible through the shadow beyond that he has a strong chin and a prominent jawline.
"We suspect this man was behind the order to kill Jed as well as my partner and several other law enforcement officials. We never got a name, and every trail we followed turned cold; but, we did find that he frequented a bar on the south side, The Bloody Bucket."
Magnus
Member
'That's A good idea. I would be perfect to investigate that bar, since nobody would notice a cat hanging around that bar. Do you have a map of the area? I say you drop me off somewhere 5 or 10 blocks away, so they don't notice you. And you can pick me up somewhere else. What do you think?'
Magnus
Member
I'll try to open the door outside and find somewhere out of the way to relieve myself.
I'll try to find some water and then hunt something.
I'll spend a few hours getting familiar with the area around Ming's house.
After that I'll knock on Ming's door and take a nap somewhere out of his way.
Ming opens the door and lets you out.
You find a place to do your business, kill a bird for your supper, and you find some water.
You return in the evening thoroughly worn out. Ming lets you in when you knock, then says to you when you go to lay down, "I guess I should probably get you some food. What do you like to eat? Cat food, like the stuff that coms in cans?"
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