October's Clan

Poor Oct who make a false start just one second.(´･･)ﾉ(._.`)

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💜💛 nya wakes up with a headache. how is that even possible? she's still very small. sometime during the night, she had slipped from her branch and pooled onto a flower. then potentially ate most of the flower. maybe. she nibbles the stem. yep. those are her bite marks. valain would never let her live it down if she caught nya willingly eating flowers. she'll find... better things to eat. berries? there have to be berries here.

valain sighs into her morning tea. she had wished upon yesterday's shooting star to bring her nyanya home, but nothing special has happened yet! ah well, it's still a beautiful day to go outside for a walk~

the berries are sour and hard. the leaves are woody and bitter. the grass is dry and tasteless. looks like she's retained her human sense of taste. annoying. nya sinks to the bottom of a small puddle for a good sulk. then, someone has the audacity to step on her. ok, they probably couldn't see her, but still! not ok! she'll get them :madi:

💛💜 they say a shooting star during the day is a bad omen. evren doesn't ascribe anything to superstition, but the event is unusual. the local news reported a weather satellite had failed and entered atmosphere. evren thinks there's more to it. these things are well-maintained, and even a substantial hit by debris wouldn't cause such a light show. ah well, he's trying to lie low. it's probably not worth investigating.

as hardy as nya is, she's not immune to damage. the thing in her had woken up somewhere in between nya burning up in atmosphere and her passing out. it's nice to know that between the two of them, there's some self-preservation left. unfortunately, she's now as insubstantial as a shadow and minuscule. all of her could pool into the palm of a hand. when she wished to get smaller, this not what she meant! tch. changing her size or form seems beyond her right now. she might have to eat to get bigger. but what? whatever. she'll figure it out after a nice... long... nap.

💜💛 evren checks his messages. none on this beautiful sunny morning. it's nice to know he can enjoy this latte in peace. ahhh, that hits the spot. valain isn't as relaxed. she's staring longingly out of the window. evren can sympathize. on his first long-term stakeout, he was much like this. idly, he wonders whether nya will even want to come. it's not as if they've made for good company these past few years. his thoughts are interrupted by a - is that a meteor streaking through the sky?

ok, nya may have miscalculated. should she have tried to traverse space and time when she was this distracted from her recent excursion? probably not. did she do it anyways? yes. she's in space, above the planet she meant to land on. oh, she arrived in the path of a satellite with no time to react. the result? a huge explosion. and now she's free-falling through the upper layers of atmosphere. and she's on fire. probably. everything is orange and white. ow. this was a really stupid decision.

💛💜 nya is sure the trees are not hiding an ambush. she checks just in case. nothing. then what's tripping off her paranoia? precisely nothing. nya wraps around the nearest tree in consternation. she startles several sleeping birds off of their perches. they cheep irritably at her. heh. like mini-darens. inexplicably, nya finds herself missing the loud company she had prior. tch. just what is wrong with her now? she needs to sleep, is all. the trip wore her out.

morning does not bring her relief. memories rise unbidden as she carefully explores what she now knows to be the forest near her first home. here, a tree she climbed. there, a stream she waded across to chase a rabbit. bird songs of past and present mingle as nya fights down bitter regret. she should have never left. she needs to leave. she doesn't want to. nya sulks. valain was always better at this... sentimental stuff. whatever. valain won't see this. so.

... ok, nya is never arranging flowers ever again. goodbye, lanar.

💜💛 SEARCH FOR MISSING EX-COUNCIL MEMBER VALAIN CONTINUES
Dear readers... valain scans the page for any new search areas. nothing. this is good news. with any luck, it'll stay that way. she wonders how her nyanya is doing. is she uninjured? hungry? cold? what sweets is she craving? is she big still? as small as a kitten? so many questions, and no answers in sight~ valain would like to make her fruit tarts someday. the local selection is surprisingly good~

nya needs to head off. there's nothing stopping her. nothing... is that bacon? daren's hiding behind a rock, eating breakfast. she corners him with little effort. he cowers. her bacon now. it's as delicious as it gets around here. after she finishes the morsels, she looks around for more snacks. nobody outside. hmph. time to go.

nya opens her eyes to a night sky and dense forest. yep, it's her first home. she'd know those constellations anywhere. the sight should steady her, but she only feels uneasy. she can't wait to leave.

💛💜 none of the ships stationed here are big enough to ferry her anywhere. none of the buildings can comfortably fit her, either. tch. at least they gave her a tablet to find out where karst is. it's far. nya doesn't know whether she can make it. she shoves down her rising frustration. why does she want to go to find them anyways? she's free. she can go do what she wants. wouldn't it be fair play to make valain wait for her, this time? but... she does care about how valain is doing, ok? she's not heartless. nya curls into a big ball and sulks.

in the end, she decides to try. she pulls up the map again. space travel for her is out of the question. the only way is to teleport. the stronger her memory of the planet, the better. there must be a way... and her eyes land on a planet in the same sector. it's been renamed. jera-2. gussied up as a vacation planet, still? same spaceports? yep. nya doesn't want to know what kind of face she's making. looks like she's going home.

💜💛 nya has a headache. part of it was from their yelling. the other part was from the damned thing shocking her as it got pulled off. nya startled so hard she whacked her face against a rock. really, valain? nya is going to shock her and see how much she likes it. nya glares down at a whimpering daren. at least he stopped shouting. some others are poking at the device.

"this says 'property of valain s'. who's that?" vain as always.
"no idea."
"both of you forgot already?"
"look, things have been hectic."
"around here?"
"oh, shut it."
"she's the pretty lady that visited." she's not pretty.
"THAT valain?"
"then what's it doing on this thing."
"i don't know. oh! remember when one of us turned into-"
"nya'sii?"
"yeah. she turned into a fox. and they were really into each other when-" tch. fictitious events.
"could it be?"
"THAT'S NYA?" daren. she's going to eat him. she lunges at him. he shrieks and runs away. the rest look speechless.

"um, i guess you don't need a visitor pass?"

Dawn was on the front page! She's really pretty

💛💜 she's attracted a crowd of loud people. too loud. they're not going away. there's one that's more annoying than the rest. she swings her head around. a panicked daren stares back. she opens her mouth. he shrieks. ow, her ears. if that's the reaction she's going to get, teasing her comrades doesn't seem fun anymore. tch. a braver guard steps forward.

"do you have a visitor pass?" what. she squints at them.
"all guests require one." if it were any other time, nya would almost be impressed. instead, she snaps at them. they wisely retreat. daren whimpers.
"it's gonna eat us." nya considers it. but being at this outpost... she could get a star map. hmph. she lowers herself down to write in the sand.
"what's that on its neck. a bomb?" what?
"no. it's a projector." ?!
"of what?"
"holograms, maybe." ??!
"do you think this is someone's pet?" !?!
"don't be silly." nya rolls over. she wants that thing off of her. more shouting. the flowers stay on her mane. tch.
"can i help-" hey!