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[This bloody cat is more trouble than it's worth. Not that Vriska truly believes that, but at this moment she was sure of it. Noodles has escaped earlier and now she was out and about looking for the stupid thing. If Tavros was behind this she would push him down the longest flight of stairs she could find.

Well her search leads her outside, rummaging through foliage for any sign of the walking hairball and cursing under her breath every so often.] Worthless animal...

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[Something is different tonight, and he knows it. But at the same time, he isn't quite sure what to do. He's not sure what the appropriate protocol is for waking up after a nap and being unable to find one's legs or hands.]

[Especially when none of his close friends are around to help. It's making him confused and anxious and he doesn't know who to talk to, and so he finds himself walking, with increasingly little idea of what he's trying to accomplish by doing so.]

[And then he sees her, stopping a few feet away, his voice coming out quiet and stressed:]

Vriska?

[She doesn't turn around immediately, huffing at the bushes that have yet to reveal her defective cat. Of course when she does turn around, her words die on her lips when she sees no one there.]

... What? [Her eyes look around for anyone that would have called for her but there is no one...

Welp.]

[Oh shit that's not good. So, it isn't just him. Uh. Oh shit what does he do.]

H-hey...I...

[He contemplates just walking away, but he doesn't know where else to go.]

I think something is wrong. With me. I can't...can you...?

[She hears him speak again and her eyes focus on the area in front of her, despite nothing being there. Reaches out, testing, and grabs part of her shirt.]

You wouldn't be the first. Everyone is having their own new set of problems lately. [Her hand pats around his chest for his arm. Don't mind her.] Did this just start today?

[He flinches at the sudden grab, pulling away. But he doesn't stray far.]

...Yeah...yeah, I kind of noticed. People were...talking about it a lot. [He hesitated.] I think so. I'd lost some other thing before, but I didn't really...

[So confused.]

Oh my God, stop moving. [Well she has some fabric in her hand. Not sure where it goes to.] What did you lose?

...my psionics.

[He swallows nervously.]

Fading in and out for a while, but I didn't care.

... [While she can't see him, she stares at where she knows he's standing.] Don't think too much on it. Stranger shit has happened around here. You'll probably be back to normal within a few weeks. [It was more fact than comfort.]

What have you tried to turn visible again?

...It does? What else has happened? Do you know why?

[She obviously can't see it, but his tone suggests a frown.]

And...kind of...

People have gone home temporarily because of the time compression, or something. Some not even to their original homes, but I was on a mission during that.

[She shrugs, her uneven hair bouncing around her ears.]

Kind of what?

I don't know. [He starts to sound frustrated.] Kind of...everything. I don't know how to do it.

[She puffs out her cheeks at him.] Maybe it's all mental. Maybe if you don't think about it you'll change back...

[That's what she had to do when her horns disappeared. That among other things.]

...then maybe I shouldn't. Maybe if I just... [he sighs.]

Were you looking for something?

[Her lips twist into a frown. She hates talking to 'nothing'.] You can't walk around like this, Captor.

[She lets go of his sleeve and crosses her arms.] Yeah, my defective cat. It got out from my room and I've been looking all day for it.

...that doesn't really help me not think about it, Vriska.

Bluh! Can't you just, I don't know, focus on changing back? [Walking around with an invisible troll doesn't look good for her, okay.]

[There's a long, tenuous pause.]

It's not working. Nothing's happening.

[Exhales through her nose.] This is ridiculous... [She mutters to herself while looking around.] Are you even trying? Maybe you like being a fucking ghost.

...

[Well...sort of.]

I don't know. Sorry. I'll just go.

[Whether or not he did would be kind of ambiguous, though.]

No, no, Captor- Don't you fucking leave-! [Reaching to grasp for him.] Don't run away from me!

[He wasn't leaving with much haste, so he catches him by the arm. He could probably break away if he wanted to, but he stops.]

[There's a hesitation, his muscles tense beneath his skin.]

...okay. I won't.

Good. I'm going to figure this out because I don't leave shit half-assed. [Maybe violence is the answer.]

C'mon. [Drags him over to a bench and nudges him to sit down.] Sit.

[He does, thought it's hesitant.]

Do you seriously think you can?

I know I can. Even if I have to slap you visible again. [AHAH...

Well now she's patting him up, looking for his face. She pats his cheeks, testing before she quickly brings her hand back and.

Slaps him right across the face. She means well, Sollux.]

[He's confused at first, not quite processing what she said, simply bewildered as she feels her way to his face. He doesn't mind the pat, but then-]

[SMACK.]

[He gasps, head turning right to the side, invisible eyes wide as the sensation shakes him. It has associations. He can feel it, back in the Empire fleet, can almost see her face, lilac eyes narrowed in disgust when she-]

[He makes a choking sound and pulls away, breath suddenly much faster. He pushes himself as far towards the other side of the bench as he can.]

[She curses hotly under her breath when he doesn't become visible. Shaking out her hand she reaches out for him again to pat his shoulder or arm, but this time a little more ... gentle. This guy is as tough as rice paper.]

... Sorry, Sollux. It was worth a shot.

[He pulls his arm away from her on instinct, sort of regretting it a moment later. Fuck, why did that startle him so much?]

Don't... [He takes a deep breath] ...It's...fine. Just don't do that.

Well I've exhausted all the obvious options to turn you back. [She stares at where he's sitting, arms crossed tightly under her chest and face twisted in thought.

Then an idea comes to her. Careful of where he's sitting she takes a seat on the bench, crossing her legs in front of her and continues to stare.]

What are you thinking about right now, Captor? There's gotta be something on your mind. [She can play temporary moirail if it means she can actually turn him visible again.]

Right now? [There's a pause. The way his expression falls is missed thanks to the invisibility. He decides to be honest.] My commander in the fleet.

[Kanaya stops in her tracks when she sees Vriska, investigating the leaves. The shorn hair exposes the pale back of Vriska's skinny neck, and Kanaya closes one hand into a fist, unconsciously.]

Is there a problem?

[She spins around, hearing Kanaya address her and frowns.] My cat got loose so I'm wasting time looking for it.

How singularly unhelpful of it.

[pause]

What's a cat?

The furbeasts Leijon associates herself with. [She looks away, brushing away a leaf that lands on her arm.] They're small, furry, and stare at nothing for hours on end. They also sleep a lot and bring dead rodents into your apartment.

...Oh. Of course. How could I have forgotten?

[This said at least half sincerely.]

And you own one. Why?

Because it was thrust upon me unwillingly. I'm only looking after it right now because I am soooooooo kind and generous.

[Stares at her.] Why are you so curious?

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