Series: Tales of Zestiria Rating: T
Genre: Game-Canon, Humour Characters: Dezel, Rose, Sorey,
Mikleo, Lailah, Edna, Zaveid, Alisha Diphda, Sergei Strelka, Original
Characters Warnings: None, unless you’re
violently allergic to cats, bad puns, and unhinged utensils Summary: He shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly.
Still, nothing quite prepared him for this; he was more of a dog
person, after all. Or: in which the party encounters a witch and the seraphim are turned into cats.
A/N: This started out as a joke fic an excuse to
write more cute/silly party shenanigans but kind of spiralled out of hand, lol. So
I guess it’s now the equivalent of a side-quest… oops? I may or may not have mixed
up some events in the game timeline very slightly for creative liberties, but it’s nothing serious. Takes
place in the time after the party’s arrival in Lastonbell and before the
incident with Forton in Pendrago.
He shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly.
Incidents like these—they
were a norm and he should really be used to them by now. Being part of the
Shepherd’s posse brought both irritability and absurdity. He was aware of this
even before Rose had decided to take on the role of Squire; before she had
risked her own life to save the brat from certain death after his brush with
the Lord of Calamity in Glaivend Basin.
Still, nothing quite prepared him for this; he
was more of a dog person, after all.
“But why cats,
though?” Rose finally blurted out, incredulous. Hell, Dezel wanted to know too—who would come up with
such a sick joke anyway?