Matthew wondered how the kitten would react if he told him that, technically, he was also one of the city's Powers. Also, he was pretty damn sure that dispensing out information was not the job of the city's major powers.
Certainly it wasn't a part of his job. Defending the city from mystic doom, yes. Explaining things? No. Especially when he didn't even understand how the hell the thing he was apparently 'supposed' to explain even worked in the first place.
"...Are we talking about the same Powers here?" he said, still feeling extremely befuddled. "Because, I hate to break it to you, but here you don't just go up to the Bag Lady and demand that she tell you...well, anything. Nothing without being really really nice and making a hell of a lot of apologies for bothering her." And even then, you sure as hell had to hope that she didn't take a disliking to you.
Everything that came out of this cat's mouth (and he still couldn't quite believe that there was anything, period, coming out of a cat's mouth) seemed to just...not quite make sense. It was as if Arhu was operating by a whole different set of rules and expectations. Like asking him what he 'specialised' in - it was an odd question to ask a magic practitioner, especially when you didn't yet know what kind of practitioner they were.
And sorcerers weren't the kind of magic practitioner that tended to specialise. Learning magic for sorcerers was more about learning control than anything else.
"Why do you want to know?" they asked, trying to buy time while he figured out what the bloody hell was going on here.
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Certainly it wasn't a part of his job. Defending the city from mystic doom, yes. Explaining things? No. Especially when he didn't even understand how the hell the thing he was apparently 'supposed' to explain even worked in the first place.
"...Are we talking about the same Powers here?" he said, still feeling extremely befuddled. "Because, I hate to break it to you, but here you don't just go up to the Bag Lady and demand that she tell you...well, anything. Nothing without being really really nice and making a hell of a lot of apologies for bothering her." And even then, you sure as hell had to hope that she didn't take a disliking to you.
Everything that came out of this cat's mouth (and he still couldn't quite believe that there was anything, period, coming out of a cat's mouth) seemed to just...not quite make sense. It was as if Arhu was operating by a whole different set of rules and expectations. Like asking him what he 'specialised' in - it was an odd question to ask a magic practitioner, especially when you didn't yet know what kind of practitioner they were.
And sorcerers weren't the kind of magic practitioner that tended to specialise. Learning magic for sorcerers was more about learning control than anything else.
"Why do you want to know?" they asked, trying to buy time while he figured out what the bloody hell was going on here.