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[005] [Video → Voice]

If you haven't seen that old gunman with the fedora walking around Luceti lately it's probably because he was 'napped a few weeks ago. Now the video of his journal clicks on within his room and, instead of seeing your good acquaintance Jigen lounging on a piece of furniture with legs kicked up on a table and arms sprawled along the back of his seat, you'll look to the lower part of the screen to see a small black furry thing curled up underneath half of Jigen's fedora. Familiar tar-black wings poking out from under it.

The feed will stay like this for the entirety of this creature's nap. Then out from under the hat pops a black cat, stretching long and hard before sitting upright with eyes half-closed. Everything seems normal before it looks up toward the table where the journal is propped and giving the video feed. It's come to some sort of realization, now looking around at it's surroundings and suddenly gives a loud trouble screech of a hiss then continues to run about the room at some point knocking over the journal and disabling the video, leaving the audio to continue. Hissing and scurrying calms down and leaves silence.

"I'm..." Jigen's voice is heard, out of breath and raspy, "I'm a cat?!"

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[That was a familiar voice, one that he would never admit that he missed over the better part of the last month. Life in Luceti had been normal--there was a Shift.

Smirking, he sets down his book (Gone with the Wind--he's feeling sappy), and wanders over to his neighbor's apartment with a silent, unconsciously unevens step. Lingering effect of the Shift; having the memories of five years with a cybernetic leg that has minimal tactile sensation would do that to you too, even if the memories were a lie.

He lets himself in, leans on the jamb, and laughs. Even sans jacket, he's still Lupin III.]

So my Jigen-chan's a little Kitty-chan now, huh? Does the kitty need a warm bowl of milk? Tuna?

...I take it you normally aren't.

[ It's a talking cat... ]

Looks like.

I'm not even sure what to do with myself.

[Grumble.] I can't even open my door.

Last time I checked? No. [Sighs as much as a cat can sigh.] This is going to make it extremely hard to smoke...

My immediate instinct was to recommend nicotine patches, but I'm not sure how much fur you're willing to shave off. I know this sort of thing happens a lot around here, but cats, really?

[Somethings off about Lupin and it wasn't too difficult for a comrade to notice. Stranger things have happened and he wasn't about to question Lupin's attitude in attempt to take the attention off of himself. He's a fucking cat now, after all. Even if the teasing didn't necessarily help his hissy mood, Jigen finds comfort in having a friend who has been there for most of the other weird happenings in his life-time.

He stands and walks with a bit of wobble in his legs toward Lupin.]

What I need is a hard drink.

You think I care about fur over a smoke? If you're offering those patches I'll take 'em, miss... [Pause.] Who are you...?

Nuh-uh.

[The sight of his best friend as a kitty is too amusing for Lupin to bear. He reaches down and deftly scoops up kitty!Jigen, grinning in delight. This would be fodder for weeks to come!]

For someone your size? Even a shot would knock you out. I'm not getting you cocoa either, because of words that they say involving animals and chocolate, but I can get you tuna and warm milk.

I'm Detective Sergeant Sally Donovan, and sorry, I don't have any on me. For the sake of some people I know, I hope they supply nicotine patches here.

...Jigen?

Good. [He's grumbling that low growl that an irritated cat would growl. As humiliating as the situation was and for as long as Jigen would endure jokes of this transformation for weeks to come, he was still so extremely glad that Lupin had found him first. Anyone else and he most likely would have been in a worse mood...]

Half a shot then... [He's looking rather upset with being held though doesn't struggle from Lupin's hands.]

Uh... Hey, Adele...

You've been missing and now you. You are a talking cat.

Detective, huh? [Don't suppose a cat looks like a threatening thief, does it?] I'm Jigen Daisuke.

I don't mean to bother you with it but do you mind seeing if you can find any of those next time your out? I'll pay you back when this is over.

Nope.

[Still smiling, he sets Jigen down on his shoulders gently, allowing time for Jigen to find a stable position. Lupin wasn't normally a person that was overly fond of animals, but he would gladly lay his life down for Jigen if it became necessary. Providing a free ride was an easier price to pay.

He exits the apartment once Jigen is settled, consciously correcting his gait as he passes his room and makes for the stairs.]

Not on my watch, anyway. Lets get you something, anyway. Do you have any cravings besides bourbon?

I'm really not sure what to do about this...

Sure. I have a lot of shopping to do for the next few days, so I'll make sure to keep a lookout.

Do you mind, ah...who are you when you're not a cat, exactly?

I do not suppose you have food appropriate for a cat in your apartment...nor do you have any way of obtaining some.

[There's a very soft sigh, a quieter chuckle.]

You still live on the sixth floor with Lupin, yes?

[Sharp claws are just about pinching into Lupin's shoulders as Jigen adjusts to being in such a weird spot. Being so small and flexible mentally made him feel wobbly even when his new feline form was naturally keeping balance.]

Everything a cat shouldn't crave. I guess I'll just deal with what I can. I'm not eating cat food though.

I wasn't gonna get you cat food!

[There's a scowl at this, in responce to the question and not the claws. Lupin starts down the stairs none too quicky. No need to dislodge a cat on his shoulders.]

I was thinking pizza, or something from Seventh Heaven. Places like that.

I suppose just a gunman of sorts... My profession is in acquiring goods though.

[Having such a strange scratchy tongue set Jigen's appetite aside for the most part but the growling he feels from his stomach suddenly has pizza sounding delicious.]

Let's go with that for now. Something meaty, maybe?

Cat food? No and please don't bring any... [Sighing audibly. Certainly not pleased with being a feline.]

Yeah, that's where I'm at.

[This earns a chuckle; it was something so familiar, so universal in any developed country they passed through. Long night? Pizza. Betrayal? Pizza. Job gone bad? Pizza with beer to numb the pain as the stitched each other up.

Good times.]

We can get it as meaty as you want, with hamburger, bacon, sausage, and all of that tasty stuff!

Jigen; there is a difference between 'cat food' and 'food appropriate for a cat'. One of my in laws is a gourmet chef that caters almost specifically to Parisians and their pets. He gave me more than a few of his recipes.

[Not that she's been able to use them until recently.]

I will be there shortly, unless you would rather not have company.

[A similar thought is crossing Jigen's mind as the taste of the delicious foods is right on his taste buds.]

Yes. I don't care if I can't eat it right--it couldn't be worse than eating with a busted tooth...

I could use the company... [Even if he is horribly embarrassed to be a cat.]

...Just don't get your hair in the rest of it, 'kay? I don't wanna be eating cat hair!

[It's a complaint, but the smile says that he feels otherwise.]

[If a cat could grin as wide as Jigen normally would...]

Like I can control where any of this hair goes. Just keep your food away from my food and you won't have that problem, right?

I will be there soon.

[With that she flips her journal closed and slides it into her bag, stopping once at the grocery store before making her way to Jigen's apartment complex. She gets faintly anxious coming up the stairs from the fourth floor, but pushes past it after a moment's silent meditation. Up one more level and she knocks on his door before pushing it open.]

Jigen?

Do you mean 'keep you away from the whole pie?'

[He points at it, big bite of pizza not entirely in his mouth as he pouts at his friend. Really?]

Jigen?!

[Zenigata had been worried about the old gangster, since he hadn't seen him for some time. Now...he's a CAT?]

[Eating a single slice from an entire pizza is a challenge when he isn't easily able to pull his own piece. He manages to tear it away from the pie with his small cat fangs and stares unsure where to even start. Using his small snout of a nose, he lifts the slice up and drops it into his open jaws in order to begin gnawing at the layers of flavor.

The smacking sounds and frustrated growls are inevitable.]

[The sight is so funny and awkward that Lupin can't help but chuckle and watch, not even moving an inch to help his long time friend. He takes a big bite of his own slice for emphasis, but the effect of it is ruined by his continued laughter.]

[He's there. Curled under his normally-sized fedora with his tail flapping back and forth in frustration. Jigen wiggles out from under the hat to look in Adele's direction--the emotion of the situation didn't quite hit him until just now, as he looks upward at Adele's size. He can only think of how he would normally stand just over her eye level.

Not in any rush to bring himself any further embarrassment he decides to keep himself still and only nods at her,] "Hey there."

...how is it you sound the same despite having a much smaller voice box?

[She shakes her head and sighs, setting her bag of groceries next to the door before walking closer. She kneels and, despite already knowing Jigen, extends a hand to scratch just behind his ears if it is allowed.]

I must say, however. You make for a handsome cat, Monsieur Jigen.

Is that shorthand for inventory, smuggling, or thievery?

That last one is most accurate.

[Yep. That's him. He's lazing underneath his fedora when he hears Zenigata's voice. Jigen's small paws reach to push the fedora away while he rolls onto his side to look toward the journal that he managed to knock onto the ground and prop back up with a spare shoe.]

Yo, Pops.

[Jigen seems disturbed that her large hand is reaching toward his face but relaxes as she begins to scratch. The compliment and instinctive purring erupting from his tiny little throat is a moment of a great comfort considering the stressful situation. It seems he's only near Adele during or after some sort of stressful situation...

He shakes his head and moves back from her hand, looking up to her.]

I don't mean to be rude but... [He realizes he hasn't been able to eat a single thing since he woke up this way. His stomach gives a timely growl to suggest this hunger.]

[Lupin's laughter is more irritating than encouraging. Jigen begins pawing at the slice desperate for a decent bite. The sauces and bits of cheese stick to the pads of his feet and tangle with his claws.

He's admitting defeat and nudges the complimentary knife and fork wrapped in napkin toward Lupin.]

Please.

[...okay, that was adorable. Still giggling, Lupin mutters an 'okay' and cuts the slice into bite sized pieces. Despite his better knowledge, he wanted to reach out overthere and scratch Jigen behind the ears...

But that would be demeaning for the rough and tumble gunman.]

Here. [He shoves the plate back to Jigen.] You know, you're pretty damn adorable like this. You might even be able to attract a few girls if you play this right.

[Adele manages not to coo or otherwise coddle Jigen, something she's managed to avoid in most every interaction with a cat she's had in her life. Cats were cats. They weren't infants. Though the purring was, admittedly, adorable, the only change in her expression is a softening around her eyes and slight smile.]

You are hungry, yes? [It takes a moment for her to consider. Jigen does not have a kitchen in his apartment, but the communal kitchen will do. She doesn't want to leave him alone. It could be odd. For him, at least.]

...May I carry you? It is strange to ask, I know, but the alternative would be to leave you here while I prepare your meal.

Hmm. Cat burglar. [Yes, it's terrible, but she couldn't resist.] I don't suppose you've given that up since coming here.

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