Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20170909044048/@comment-26510374-20171018154639

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"Hello," Otto said calmly, his feathers blowing about in the wind, which seemed more intense up on the roof.

"Where is Dr Clayton?" Claw demanded, glancing about. Otto's mirror eyes could not narrow, but the look on his face was enough.

"You still do not know?" he replied. "Are you still in a weak state of grieving for me?"

Claw stepped forward angrily, saying nothing.

"Remember when you put my remnants in your cauldron?" he asked. "You happened to create Dr Clayton. And since you used my glass and my cloak, I had control." His eyes glimmered tauntingly. "But that's not the only one."

"I will strangle you with my bare hands!" Claw yowled. "You are not Toba. You will never be Toba. You are a murderer!"

Otto did not reply, but a sudden and loud bang noise erupted. A flash of blinding light swept Toronto Springs.

Claw tentatively opened her eyes.

A small, bright orange shape had its back to the grey cat. It wore a dark green cloak which was quite oversized and trailed on the ground, its end singed and torn.

Claw froze, trembling. "T-"

The small cat's head turned, its eyes opening to display bright green eyes. They were half-closed, and the child looked as if he was trying to find his bearings in the place.

His mouth opened, eyes widening, but suddenly his eyes rolled back into his head, mouth closing. He turned to face Claw, eyes closing and then opening again to reveal a wide amber gaze.

Claw struggled to regain control of herself.

"Hello, Mother," Toba said calmly.

"You're not him!" Claw bellowed. "You stole his body!"

"But I am," Toba replied in a small voice. "I'm really-" His body convulsed, eyes flickering to green again. He opened his mouth, dashing towards Claw with his paws reaching out, his face one of terror before he stumbled and his eyes turned amber.

He stood, eyeing Claw at a closer distance carefully. "You did a horrible thing," he mewed. "This is how you pay. Oh, and even if I happen to NOT be me, you'd still have to stab me in the heart to get rid of me. You'd have to stab the heart in the real body of your son." Toba spat out the last word.

Claw backed away. "No," she whispered, clutching her staff tightly.

Without warning, Toba flung himself at her.