Scene #5556: Proper Cat Ownership

Owner	Pose
Atalanta	The cabin in the woods. Well, it sounds like a horror movie. It really isn't, though. Atalanta has been living in the shack for a couple of weeks now, and the lioness Archer had made herself at home... well... sort of. Approaching the shack, the door is closed, the curtains are drawn, it looks nice and neat. The door opens, revealing a living room that essentially looks, well - like it hasn't been touched. A thin layer of dust lies on the electronics in the area, and the kitchen is even worse off in terms of usage. The only real thing in the whole place that looks like its' been used is, well, the bed - and even then, there's a sense of... abandon to it. Whoever was here did not make this place their home... ... and they're not even here! Indeed, Atalanta is pretty easy to miss, presuming one isn't looking upwards into the thick forested canopy around the shack. Her tail hangs loosely down from the branch she has laid down onto, her hands tucked under her head, for all the world living up the image of a big, peaceful, sleeping cat in a tree. This does mean that she isn't exactly paying the best attention....
August Kohler	Atalanta will notice August long, long, long before he could notice her. He decided to drop by to check on her, because he realized he'd been pretty awful, and also to check on logistics of actually moving into the Shack and sharing it, which was still kind of weird to him. Dressed in a jacket and a pair of long jeans, the redhead hikes up towards the entrance of the Shack, and knocks once. Not hearing anything leads to him opening the door himself, as he glances around the living room. There's a stare up into the mirror - because as usual, the reflection he sees is not his own, and with a mirror that large, it's trippy. A frown crosses his lips as he sees the disuse, before August moves to knock on the bathroom door to see if Atalanta's in there. No dice. And then, check in the bedroom, which also seems disused. ...Nope. Now he actually speaks up, calling out from the living area. "Archer. Are you here?" Hmm...another step outside. If she's not in the house, she's in the forest. She hasn't been going out to town and probably not much into the Multiverse. Glancing through the trees, August finally spots her, and shouts upwards. If she hadn't already noticed him, it's probably a shock. "Archer!"
Atalanta	August doesn't... get a response for a few moments, maybe even longer. Finally, however, the fluffy-haired woman stretches out on the branch, her lean frame showing off the hiddne muscles for a moment as she pulls herself taut, before she tucks herself back into her position she was in for a nap - but at least her eyes are opened, and focused on him. Her tail languidly flickers in the air. "Master." She says, simply. "What do you want?" She then follows up with, bluntly.
August Kohler	Looks like she's not coming down. As Atalanta stretches out, August sighs, leaning against a tree as he looks up. "I wanted to check in, see how you're doing, what you could use help with. Also see about the logistics of possibly moving in, as I said I would." He rubs his brow, as he glances to the Shack. "Are you...actually living in there? Basically nothing's been touched."
Atalanta	"I like the bed-thing. Is much softer, compared to a tree branch." Atalanta remarks, full of irony as she pushes herself up to a seated position on ... a tree branch. "The rest of it, however, peh! Too complicated. Easier out here. Bath in river. Drink from river, hunt deer. Fire." She waves a hand.
August Kohler	"Yeah, that's sort of the point of it." August's frustration is evident, as Atalanta is still stubborn and old-fashioned. "River water has diseases, as does raw or under-cooked meat. There's a reason we invented all those things inside, you know. I'm not going to force you, but I recommend actually trying to learn. Though, I mean, how would you feel if I actually moved in? We'd be sharing a house. We're a guy and a girl. That's...awkward." His face isn't red, but August is absolutely embarassed, because he decides to try and make that just part of the conversation instead of the last thing he says. "We should also see if we can't find a way to hide your ears and tail. Take you out to town, show you around. Maybe show you around the Multiverse a bit, too. I think you'd love Will's world."
Atalanta	Atalanta's tail keeps swinging back and forth in front of August as she stares at him. "I',... you don't know too much, about the war, do you? As a Servant, I'm much more resiliant than most people, and even back before I died, I knew how to treat my food and my water." She rolls her eyes, not quite exasperated, but getting there. As he meanders towards the topic of the two of them having an actual relationship, she adds on, perhaps a touch bitter, "It's whatever. It's not like I haven't had to share my world with men without my consent before." She practically spits out the last bit, before rolling away from him, on her toes on the branch in a swift and perhaps surprisingly flexible movement. "I'd like to go do things, though."
August Kohler	"No, I guess I don't." August admits, as he becomes more and more frustrated. "Still, we're partners. I do want to help you to adjust to this world, you know." There's a grimace as Atalanta's distaste of him is shown...and he verbalises back, instead of letting it slide. "I know what happened in your history, Archer. That has nothing to do with me. Be civil. Anyways, I'll see what I can do. Maybe a hat for your ears and some sort of tight clothing?"
Atalanta	Atalanta stares at August. Her tail picks up more of a agitated swish to it, even as he attempts to talk her through her reactions. She then turns her back on him, and deliberately drops down into the canopy she was perched in, flat out ignoring him. She's so able to be quiet that she's near impossible to track, at least until she lands right in front of him with a neat flip, drawing herself up to her impressive ... uh, non-height. Her tail is still going, and her lion ears are flat, the universal sign to grumpy cat- er, lion. "Why do we have to stay here?" She asks, finally, quietly. "... I can't ever just be myself, it seems like." Her tone is fragile sounding, as her arms cross her chest and she looks away from him.
August Kohler	August doesn't speak again while Atalanta is doing this, but his eyes watch her, narrowly. As she drops down in front of him, he takes a step back, staring forward. Her questions seem...to be the first time she's actually really expressed herself, to him. August visibly frowns, but it doesn't seem angry or directed at her. "Well...where do you want to go, then? My world...doesn't know about magic, or heroes, and if it did, it'd destroy it. If that's hurting you, I'm sorry. How can I fix it?" Have a ready solution. Have something August can do. Give him something to not feel guilty for (letting another person down, August), because last time he did (they died, August, and it was your fault, don't you remember?).
Atalanta	"... it has been many years since the last Grail War." "Nearly a hundred, if my reckoning with the dates are correct with the date in my world that I was told by the Grail Priestess." Atalanta explains this, quietly. "... I was not even summoned by that one - but that is not noticable, as that Grail War actually failed. It has been many, many years since I was called upon a earth in any form, and even longer since I was ... Atalanta. The huntress, Artemis' virgin warrior." Pause. "I... wasn't even summoned in the first, so... you tell me, Master, how I am supposed to feel in a world hundred of years beyond my own where I am forced to tolerate men that are even more confusing to me then they were before?" "... I just don't want to be stuck in the forests, but the cities scare me."
August Kohler	August is dead still. She's fully pouring out how she feels, the most she's said in a single sitting to him. August's pain is worse (you're letting her down, August). Even so, he needs to help her (what good will it do), because he made a contract with her. He told her he'd assist her (you knew that'd be a mistake, August). "I don't know." (How relieving). "But...I want to work with you. We're going to be fighting for /your/ Wish together. You said it's for the children, right? I'm going to help you bring it to reality." (Because you wouldn't be useful otherwise, would you? This is all you can do, isn't it? Be a battery.) "So if you don't want to be stuck here, let me know how I can help you. Let me know where you want to go. Hell, we can go out into the Multiverse. I can bring you into the cities. Just...I won't say trust me. But try." (And prepare to get burned. Just like all the others. Just like the last cat you dragged in, huh?)
Atalanta	"... You want my Wish?" Atalanta is smart enough to catch onto that. "... Master doesn't have his own wish for the Grail?" The muscle-lean Archer leans on her bow, the thing nearly as tall as she is as she considers him with her vibrant green eyes. She relaxes. It is barely noticable. Hell, he might not catch it, but... "... Master is not telling me everything, is he?"
August Kohler	She's too astute. August is caught, and he grits his teeth. Metaphorical locks basically appear over him just by how his body language changes, as he replies. It's completely honest, but he absolutely is not telling her everything. "Yes, I want your wish. I don't have a wish. Don't worry about it. I don't need a wish." It's almost like...he was about to say 'I don't deserve a Wish'. "So, since I'm out here, let me cook you something. We have any apples left? I can make a dessert, if you're fine with it being a rookie cook." Diversions!
Atalanta	"Oh, boar crap." Atalanta says, frowning at him as he tries to divert the situation via apples."We're supposed to have a trust relationship, which is already hard on me, don't be like this - it doesn't help my situation, you know!" She stalks past him to the shack. "I want apple pie!" Her tail and ears have gotten increasingly more poofier.
August Kohler	"It's not dangerous to you. It's personal." Is all August says, as he moves to get ready to start baking. "I'm sorry. Maybe I'll tell you sometime." Non-commital...but it's a start? I AM THOU, THOU ART I
Atalanta	"Anything that threatens you is my issue too." Atalanta snaps. "The Grail and the Masters are already stretched thin, if you die--" Her voice falters. She knows he's unusual. She's seen magic take someone in an instant, right in front of her face, and the steel resolve in her green gaze focuses on August. "... if you die, I'll be sad." Atalanta flops onto the couch, her tail curling around her knees.
August Kohler	"I'm not being threatened or anything. My life's not in jeopardy. Please, relax, there's just things I don't want to talk about." Atalanta's words make August's heart sink. She'll be sad...another person he's burdened. He can't show that. He can't reveal it. He has to be strong if they're going to win. "Alright, let's see. ...I'm going to have a to google a recipe." Phone brought up, baking stuff grabbed. "First Kohler-made pie. You have already signed your waiver. Prepare to test it once it's done. No escape." Lighten the mood!