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It had been two weeks since Cio's surprise...guests stumbled out of the pages of some fantastical science-fiction novel and into his life. Or, to be more specific, stumbled out of a raging blizzard and broke into the ski lodge he'd been watching over. Their initial meeting was hostile, to say the least, but he likes to think- hope- they've all gotten along much better after he made it clear he isn't going to kick them out or alert anyone to their presence. Even though he probably should have- the former, not the latter- because he can't see how keeping animal people hidden in his boss's vacation home could be plausible in the long term. Fortunately, the terrible weather keeps his boss away and prolongs the time he has to come up with a solution.
       Cio knows he can't simply leave them to fend for themselves...Their wary gazes were haunted as he made his first friendly overtures. There were sickeningly neat scars visible on bruised skin barely protected by the flimsy white hospital gown-type material that made up their uniform clothing. More tellingly, the mere suggestion of his having a gun nearly resulted in the more feral one decapitating him in a terrifying three seconds. Cio isn't really sure what happened to these...kids- not much older than he- but he knows in a moment of rare certainty that he will never let it happen again.

Two weeks have passed, now. He'd been paying almost obsessive attention to the calendar as the days drifted by, though his time was primarily spent attempting to...rehabilitate his new...housemates in some way. Cio started with good food and warm clothing- both of which he has in abundance. There were even enough rooms for everyone to have their own space, though some still preferred bunking with a familiar face. He can tell they still don't trust him by the covert looks thrown over tense shoulders when he catches flattened ears and heads bent together, but he tries not to let it bother him. One of the experiments, Asta, helps immensely on that front. Though his strange cryogenic power might suggest a suitably cold temperament, the marten splice is instead both cheerful and candid in a way many aren't.
      As such, when he finds Cio hovering worriedly at the sliding glass door that lets out onto the back of the property, he saunters over and unceremoniously drapes himself over the taller man to peer over his shoulder. "What are you tripping over now?" There are still hints of a Russian accent in the cool almost dispassionate tones of his voice. Cio stiffens at the sudden chill but tries not to let on about his discomfort; Asta rarely gets the opportunity to be close to others due to the double-edged nature of his power and Cio tries his best to make it easier on him. "Sylvestris and Beauvais have been...on edge lately." And they don't seem capable of telling him why. Even now the two feline splices pace the snow around the lodge, ears swiveling to catch faraway sounds and tails lashing with apparent ire. Sylvestris is in his massive tigon form, weak morning sunlight gilding the golden stripes on his fur and refracting off of the glittering strands in his short mane. Beauvais is incapable of shifting, but his agitation is clear in the way he prowls the perimeter with dark pupils almost swallowing his equally dark irises.

"Tris and Bev." Asta corrects idly. His plume-like tail flicks lazily as he rocks back on his heels. "They feel their territory could be threatened. Probably just another predator." Cio frowns. "Here? In the constant snow?" Asta opens his mouth to answer but the words are drowned out by a mini explosion of snow that temporarily whites out their view. "What was tha-?!"

Finally added my starting characters- oh! And anyone can join as Cio's friend/fellow house-sitter! That role has a plot of its own! ^^

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