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Who: Liono, Open to all
When: Day 8, Early morning
Where: Shrine Room
What: New arrival

[HAVE A GIANT CAT]

Okay. Not what I was expecting.

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[sitting with his notebook near the ... shrines ... ]

What on earth are you?

I could ask you the same question. Are those ears.... round?

[Aerith's decided she's going to try to greet as many people as she can. Trying to be helpful in all the confusion and whatnot.

She does pause a bit as she catches sight of him, but then gives him an easy smile. It doesn't really phase her too badly, considering she has a nonhuman friend.]

Hi there! Did you just arrive?

Sure. I think. Arrive where exactly?

[reaches up to feel, like he's not sure himself. (he's completely human, yes.)]

Yes? That's quite standard.

This is Thusia. We've been summoned here to help this world.

And I'm Aerith. Most of us have only been here a few days.

[coming closer to stare]

You look like a cat. Except you're missing everything vital.

Help this world? What about our worlds?

That is because I am a god.

... in a human body.

[She looks thoughtful for a moment - is there ever an easy way to explain just how they all got there? She sighs a bit.]

Our worlds are still there, but the gods here summon those who have already died.

A God. And I'm secretly a tiger.

[pokes you lightly on the shoulder]

Great. As always, I let everyone down when they needed me.

[staggers back slightly]

You may very well be a tiger, for all I know.

I'm Liono. The clue's in the name.

How can gods die? You are dead, aren't you?

[It was a sad to hear, the ones showing up and not recalling their death. It was a hard pill to swallow even knowing that she died.]

Why do you say that?

I am--was a king. Lord of the Thundercats.

[lays his hand on his sword] Now I'm that person who could never accomplish anything. I couldn't help my people. I couldn't even avenge my father.

A very long period of slow deterioration followed by the death of the construct that the last dreg of divine power was inhabiting. ... is one way.

I think I understood half of that sentence.

Do I need to use smaller words?

No, give me a minute.

So something broke. Something that housed your power and you perished along with it. Am I right?

Yes. At the end. Because after losing a lot over a long period of time, there wasn't much left.

What weren't you expecting?

Sounds like some world to be in. You don't seem all that upset though.

It's... hard to explain if you're not a cat.

Hey, are you a savant?

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