Kassidy Quay
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Nothing could be done. Kassidy couldn’t believe it.
A cat. He was stuck like this. For the foreseeable future.
He wondered if the sheer horror he had felt translated over his feline features as one of the College Maesters has told him the verdict.
Oh Kassidy Quay. What a mess you have gotten yourself into.
They were surprised to see him, of course. Kassidy had learned that he’d studied at the College of Elbion for several years before the Mishap had happened, and that the Maesters had thought him missing or dead for weeks now. Nice to have at least some vague memories back at last. Fat lot of good they were now though.
Slumped on a curve in the merchant district of Elbion, he stared out into the street. A small, makeshift leather pouch sat at his throat, filled with as much coin as he could carry - a few docattos and several tolaro. The Maesters had told him that even like this, he could still pursue his transfiguration studies, but the thought turned him cold. What was the point now? He was a damn cat. A cat that could transfigure everything except himself. A cute, cuddly, ten pound cat with a comedically small pouch of coin and ridiculously large ears. Magic was no life for him now. There was no life for him now. No memories awaited in his head, no family awaited him, he had no friends to turn to.
What he did have though, was coin. And with coin, came the ability to drink.
How much cheaper was it to get this cat body drunk than his old six foot human self, he wondered.
Hmm. No time like the present to find out.
The sun was getting low in the sky, casting pink and purples over the atmosphere, and the roar of a nearby tavern wasn’t hard to find. It was a rickety building, seemingly held together by sheer force of will through wobbly cobbles and beams. A sign swung from the doorway, spindly letters painted on it. Of course.
The Fat Cat.
Well. This was clearly a sign. Literally. Some giant cosmic joke. Kassidy had pissed an entity off in a past life and he was paying for it now. Ignoring the drunkards outside eyeing him and accepting his fate, he slid in through the oak doors, and padded across the sticky floor to the bar. No one really seemed to notice until he’d jumped up onto a stool.
The balding bartender caught his green gaze, and smirked as he sauntered over. His elbows plopped on the bar as he leant down, tongue tutting between his teeth. “Want some milk pussy cat?” he simpered. Kassidy rolled his eyes. “Bit of fish?”
Kassidy glared at him. “Rum.” he stated, his voice ringing clearly, male and ticked off. The patrons sat beside him cast a glance. He coughed awkwardly, and added, “Thanks.”
The bartender blinked at him, before straightening up, and nodding to himself. Being this close to the College, he was most likely seasoned with this sort of thing. He turned to sort the drink. Kassidy groaned. This was his life now. For as long as his wretched spell lasted. Damn him, damn his skill. He needed something else to look forward to.
Just to spite him, his rum was plopped in front of him a moment later. In a saucer.
Ha ha.
Tonight was going to be a long one.
A cat. He was stuck like this. For the foreseeable future.
He wondered if the sheer horror he had felt translated over his feline features as one of the College Maesters has told him the verdict.
Oh Kassidy Quay. What a mess you have gotten yourself into.
They were surprised to see him, of course. Kassidy had learned that he’d studied at the College of Elbion for several years before the Mishap had happened, and that the Maesters had thought him missing or dead for weeks now. Nice to have at least some vague memories back at last. Fat lot of good they were now though.
Slumped on a curve in the merchant district of Elbion, he stared out into the street. A small, makeshift leather pouch sat at his throat, filled with as much coin as he could carry - a few docattos and several tolaro. The Maesters had told him that even like this, he could still pursue his transfiguration studies, but the thought turned him cold. What was the point now? He was a damn cat. A cat that could transfigure everything except himself. A cute, cuddly, ten pound cat with a comedically small pouch of coin and ridiculously large ears. Magic was no life for him now. There was no life for him now. No memories awaited in his head, no family awaited him, he had no friends to turn to.
What he did have though, was coin. And with coin, came the ability to drink.
How much cheaper was it to get this cat body drunk than his old six foot human self, he wondered.
Hmm. No time like the present to find out.
The sun was getting low in the sky, casting pink and purples over the atmosphere, and the roar of a nearby tavern wasn’t hard to find. It was a rickety building, seemingly held together by sheer force of will through wobbly cobbles and beams. A sign swung from the doorway, spindly letters painted on it. Of course.
The Fat Cat.
Well. This was clearly a sign. Literally. Some giant cosmic joke. Kassidy had pissed an entity off in a past life and he was paying for it now. Ignoring the drunkards outside eyeing him and accepting his fate, he slid in through the oak doors, and padded across the sticky floor to the bar. No one really seemed to notice until he’d jumped up onto a stool.
The balding bartender caught his green gaze, and smirked as he sauntered over. His elbows plopped on the bar as he leant down, tongue tutting between his teeth. “Want some milk pussy cat?” he simpered. Kassidy rolled his eyes. “Bit of fish?”
Kassidy glared at him. “Rum.” he stated, his voice ringing clearly, male and ticked off. The patrons sat beside him cast a glance. He coughed awkwardly, and added, “Thanks.”
The bartender blinked at him, before straightening up, and nodding to himself. Being this close to the College, he was most likely seasoned with this sort of thing. He turned to sort the drink. Kassidy groaned. This was his life now. For as long as his wretched spell lasted. Damn him, damn his skill. He needed something else to look forward to.
Just to spite him, his rum was plopped in front of him a moment later. In a saucer.
Ha ha.
Tonight was going to be a long one.
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