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[garotted]

[ when the feed opens up, it is to a small black cat with heterochromia (one eye brown, the other a bright gold). depending on where you live, he might even be a familiar black cat. ]

Hey. [ oh and he talks. ] Figured I should get this out of the way, since I'm.. here, I guess, for the time being. [ an ear flicks, and he settles, getting comfortable and crossing his paws. ] Anyway, I'm Alex, and I got here.. recently. [ alex fierro: he of the frustratingly vague and casually suspicious nature. ] Norse demigod here, so if one of you Asgardian lot feels some strange seidr on the air or whatever, hi, that's me.

[ he blinks mildly, head tilting as he considers the video feed. what else, what else.. oh! ]

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I'm not always a cat. .. Sometimes I'm a flamingo. Or a dragon. Also I'm genderfluid, so don't be a dick about it and I'll give you my pronouns. [ a significant pause. ] They're he/him today if you're wondering. That's it, thanks.

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[garotted]

Bullshit convincingly enough, and no one will ever know any better.

[ a tilt of his head, ears flicking and then flattening out slightly. ] Wizard.. and.. an elf? Maybe? I mean, if you were from back home, I'd say you're an elf, but I know fuck-all about this place, so hopefully they're not your mortal enemies or something. [ a beat. ] If they are.. sorry?

[spellslots]

[Taako gasps, offended, going so far as to put a hand on his chest.]

How dare you compare me to-- [oh nope there he goes, he can't stifle his laughter any longer. Once he stops chuckling at his own stupid joke:] I'm an elf, got it in one. Name's Taako, bee-tee-dubs.

[garotted]

[ as soon as taako starts getting dramatic, alex promptly rolls onto his back, little kitty paws stretched out toward the camera, beans flexing. ]

I can't believe it! I've been here less than a week and I'm already getting mortal enemies all mixed up. Fucking alas.

[ he shifts onto his side then, tail twitching absently. ] Anyway, I know it's hard to believe, but like the ears and the general pretty kinda gave the elf thing away? Nice to meet you, Taako.

[spellslots]

Thank you for noticing.

[The general pretty, not the ears, those are hard to miss.]

Lucky for you, where I come from elves don't have any like weird shit against other races, so you're safe. My only mortal enemies are cinnamon rolls.

[garotted]

Excuse me? I always notice pretty? [ what do you take him for, taako.. ]

Where I'm from, elves really just hate themselves. .. And a little of everything else. [ anyway: ] But honestly, who can blame you about cinnamon rolls.

[spellslots]

That doesn't mean I can't appreciate your appreciation.

[why is he like this.]

Why would an elf hate themselves? We're wicked cool.

[taako, tits deep in shitty self-worth: can relate]

[garotted]

[ he kitty-shrugs, flexing his toes absently against the desk or whatever he's sitting on. ]

They're a weird bunch, mostly. Magic's unfashionable there. Can you imagine?

[spellslots]

I literally cannot imagine that, elves are better at magic than most races, cause of the fae blood.

[He pays attention to stories sometimes]

[garotted]

Yeah, they're actually really good at it at home, too, it just fell out of fashion for some fucking reason. A friend does it, but he's considered pretty unusual for an elf.

[ .. ugh. he doesn't want to think about hearth right now, it just makes him miss everyone back home. ]

So what's your specialty?

[spellslots]

[God that's weird.]

Transmutation, darling, what with the turning into animals, though I do know a lot of other cool shit.

[He's picked up a lot of evocation spells from Lup, especially.]