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[Locked to cognicat] Froggy Mystery
Ren finds that he's slowly getting settled in his new situation.
He's developed somewhat of a routine; some days, Frog or Trickster (there's a girl version of him!) mans the counter at Leblanc, other days, he does. When he doesn't, he'll go find something to do or someone to hang out with; Akechi has been his main choice, of course, but he's found many of the residents here, versions of himself included, fun enough to talk to. If all else fails, there's always the Metaverse, and he can blow off some steam fighting Shadows.
(With their fight against Joker and Crow coming up, Ren has to keep himself sharp, after all.)
His barely established routine seems to be falling apart already, though. Usually, today'd be a day that Frog mans the counter, but, as he has been since yesterday, he's nowhere to be found.
Who he does find when he comes downstairs, however, is the Morgana that resides here, sitting on the counter (God, Boss would hate that, but he isn't here, so). Ren likes Morgana; even if he's not his own Morgana, the differences are minute enough that it almost feels like talking to his own. It doesn't quite soothe the ache of absence, but it's nice to have him around, and he can tell Morgana feels similarly.
Today, however, something's off. Even in his cat form, Ren can instantly tell the worried edge in his body language and face. Ren had a feeling, but it really looks like there's trouble brewing of sorts.
"Morgana?" Ren says, sitting down on one of the stools near the not-cat. "Frog's not here today either, huh..."
He's developed somewhat of a routine; some days, Frog or Trickster (there's a girl version of him!) mans the counter at Leblanc, other days, he does. When he doesn't, he'll go find something to do or someone to hang out with; Akechi has been his main choice, of course, but he's found many of the residents here, versions of himself included, fun enough to talk to. If all else fails, there's always the Metaverse, and he can blow off some steam fighting Shadows.
(With their fight against Joker and Crow coming up, Ren has to keep himself sharp, after all.)
His barely established routine seems to be falling apart already, though. Usually, today'd be a day that Frog mans the counter, but, as he has been since yesterday, he's nowhere to be found.
Who he does find when he comes downstairs, however, is the Morgana that resides here, sitting on the counter (God, Boss would hate that, but he isn't here, so). Ren likes Morgana; even if he's not his own Morgana, the differences are minute enough that it almost feels like talking to his own. It doesn't quite soothe the ache of absence, but it's nice to have him around, and he can tell Morgana feels similarly.
Today, however, something's off. Even in his cat form, Ren can instantly tell the worried edge in his body language and face. Ren had a feeling, but it really looks like there's trouble brewing of sorts.
"Morgana?" Ren says, sitting down on one of the stools near the not-cat. "Frog's not here today either, huh..."
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He exhales, and gets to the point.
"Igor," he says in greeting, "we're looking into what happened to Frog. Do you know anything?"
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"Altered?" asks Morgana, ears going back. "What do you mean, altered? But, wait, that's not what we really want to know. Is he safe?"
Because if Frog was made a child, suddenly, he could be anywhere. He could be lost in the city. And that's without going into all the other things changed could mean.
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"Tell us," Ren demands, "please."
"He is not in any direct danger," Igor answers, still grinning. "The rest... is up to you."
And just like that, Igor goes silent again. Ren sighs. He doesn't know what else he expected.
"... Thanks Igor," he says. "Can you at least tell us what door we should take?"
Igor, predictably, does not answer.
"... Right." He turns around, and eyes the doors. Which one to take?