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[soreplaceable]

[The Malnosso weren't known for their kindness, and perhaps that's why Ion was returned to the village so far from House One. He was tired and all he wanted to do was curl up somewhere and sleep... which was something he was now very capable of doing seeing as he's been transformed into a soadoptable. Those little paws of his can only walk so fast, but he manages to make it halfway to House One from the plaza before he has to stop and rest. Finding a nice soft spot of grass to lay in, he curls up and sighs, hoping he doesn't fall asleep before he can make it back home...]

[Of course, assuming he does make it back to House One safe and sound, those living there can expect to hear tiny scratches and meowing at the door... and possibly a few windows if no one hears him.]


[[ooc: ION IS NOW A KITTEN. But he won't be forever! "Green" will turn him back to normal though with a pair of cat ears and a tail because I can, but saying "Ion" will make him go right back to being a kitten. And it won't quite be an instant transformation either, so figuring out what made him change should prove to be a bit difficult. He still has a tiny pair of green wings too, but the longer his identity stays a secret, the more fun it'll be. :'D]]

[[Oh, and feel free to break time and space and try to take him home! |D]]

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[markofthewise]

[Well you know, no one is watching right now. So he's going to try and scoop up the kitty now.]

There you go. I won't hurt you. Who's a good little girl? [Cooing a bit because one of the powers of all cats is to make people sound stupid.]

[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[It's hard to tell who's going to be more embarrassed when this is all over. And dude, he is so not a girl but please for the love of Yulia don't check.]

[He's still not quite sure what to do when he's being /SUDDENLY HELD so he flails a little at first. A-Awkward.]

[markofthewise]

[NO BOOBSQUISH FOR YOU. Yup, Sokka is just going to continue on his way, the flailing cat held snugly against his chest, taking Ion FURTHER from his goal as he continues walking.]

Looks like you've got wings. So does anyone own you, girl? [... oh yeah.] What am I even asking you for? You're just a dumb kitten.

[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[Do dumb kittens shake their heads? Because this dumb kitten just shook his head in response to that question. He's stopped flailing at least, though he's not too happy about being taken even further from House One. Learn to speak cat, dude.]

[markofthewise]

[Too bad Sokka isn't expecting a response and isn't really paying that much attention. He does carefully poke one of the wings.]

I'll just have to see if anyone is missing a cat with green wings.

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[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[H-Hey, those are sensitive! The wings flutter in response to the poking--]

[distressedude]

[Oh, hello there Sokka. Hope you don't mind a sudden poof of smoke all up in your face and someone suddenly appearing in your arms. Don't worry about dropping him; he was on his way to falling over anyway.]

[The least graceful of entrances.]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka coughs on the smoke and is rather surprised to find Ion, of all people, laying on the ground.

No response. Just staring.]

[distressedude]

[Ion brings a hand to his head as he sits up. Nevermind Sokka's staring-- he's normal again! Though that seemed rather short for a malnosso side-effect... of course, he hasn't noticed that he has an extra pair of ears atop his head. Thankfully, for now, they blend in rather well with his hair.]

I... I'm back to normal? Just like that...?

[markofthewise]

[... back to normal? So that cat was...?]

You... you were the cat!?

[distressedude]

[...oh, that's right, Sokka's still here. This isn't embarrassing at all, really!]

Yes. A side-effect from the Malnosso, I'm afraid. Though I didn't expect it to be over so quickly...

[Is that a tail twitching ever so slightly on the ground behind him? No way, you're imagining things.]

[markofthewise]

[... and he was holding him up to his chest. Good grief. Sokka holds out a hand to help him up and sighs.]

Let's just both agree... this never happened.

[distressedude]

[Hey, at least you weren't the one who was purring. Ion takes his hand and then dusts himself off once he's on his feet.]

I believe that's for the best...

[markofthewise]

Yeah. Agreed. [Awkward...]

So... I guess you're probably wanting to get home, then...

[distressedude]

Er, yes. I imagine my housemates will want to know I'm back...

[...he feels like he should apologize, but it's not like this his either of their faults or anything.]

[markofthewise]

Good idea. So... see you around, Ion. Good luck.

[Small wave and he starts to turn around.]

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[distressedude]

See yo--

[POOF.]

[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[Oh, come on, really?]

[Unfortunately for him, when he returns to being a kitten he's a few feet in the air, which leads to a rather ungraceful fall and a squeak.]

[Today is just not his day.]

[markofthewise]

[He's already turned around when he hears a squeak. When he turns around... there's cat Ion again.]

... oh come on.

[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[It's not like he's doing it on purpose, bro, really!]

[He gets back up and shakes his head. He's not much of a cat if he can't even master the whole landing-on-his-feet thing...]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka sighs and crouches down in front of Cat Ion.]

I thought cats were supposed to land on their feet.

[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[IT'S HARD, OKAY.]

[Unfortunately, that just gets a meow in reply. This wouldn't be nearly so bad if he could at least talk...]

[markofthewise]

... and no translation either. [Huff.] It's House One, right? I can drop you off.

[He looks too useless to get there on his own.]

[soadoptable.livejournal.com]

[Awwww, Sokka, you're such a nice guy. Ion's face brightens and he meows again with a nod.]

[markofthewise]

Yeah, yeah. I know who you are now, so don't try acting all cute on me now.

[Sokka will pick up Ion again, but this time there will be no holding him close. Nope, Ion will be held in front of him, held firmly (but not tightly) in both hands.]