This is why people in my country eat cats... (Chesshire)

It wasn't going to be a good day, he knew it already. He just caught wind of a particular creature having possession of Purgatory. People just tuning in on Naadir's life would probably be interested to know that Prometheus was once a great Titan, one revered to be as powerful, if not moreso than The Abyssal one. Long story short he almost won, but morality being his weak suit he ended up losing. Almost doesn't always cut it. BAM: Prometheus died, BAM: Purgatory disappeared, BAM: Prometheus is back, BAM: going for the lantern, and BAM: Naadir is pretty sure he owes Emeril Lagasse royalties now. According to superstition and rumor he finds himself in New Zealand, looking for some yam that has his lantern. Now he has no idea why the hell a potato would need a lantern but he didn't care anymore. In Naadir's guide to surviving the occult lesson one is quite literally "stop caring...right now" because he's seen more unrealistic crap in the past six months than he cared to. He was literally adopted and raised by Death itself in the form of a Samurai, he has a little mini-dachshund teach him how to speak Japanese, he fought Nazi-Zombies and got tackled in the air-port by a six armed blue chick who was mad at him for eating a cow. Quite literally anything else at this point was icing on the cake at this point. Even if it was some potato and a pre-pubescent British kid running off with Purgatory for whatever reason. The only thing he could do right now was sigh as he stopped his long trek and sit on the park bench, leaning back as he tried to relax a little. This walking thing was getting old as Hell, he needed to get a dang plane at this rate.

"I just want my damn lamp...so I can save these damn humans...and become what I was supposed to become." Naadir whined to himself. "I don't wanna get hit on by an angel, I don't wanna go to the abyss, I don't wanna talk to some supernatural kid with a weird sword. I just want MAH LAMP!" He roared as he threw himself forwards and stood up, opening his eyes behind his shades and contemplating his surroundings. It was the typical park, there was a small pond, about two foot deep, there was a lot of grass to be sure and the trees were scant but very scenic for the area. The damn heat was precious too, he couldn't stand it. The nearest building was about forty feet away, and it was a park bathroom, not a place he'd seek shade. "I kinda wish this was a Disney movie...I'd totally go for a random stranger having the answer to my problems." He groaned as he began rubbing his eyes. He could feel his soul churning. The Pale Flame was close, he could feel it, hear it calling him. Father, Father where are you? I'm right here ya stupid lamp, dafuq are you?

"A stranger? Why not a celebrity instead? Though I can guarantee the Disney part."

Without warning, Cheshire Cat appeared before Naadir with a quizzical feline face, standing proud as he looked up at the being before him. Cheshire had been following him curiously for quite some time, and only decided till the moment he said something to begin an interaction with the Titan. He always liked to make an entrance, it was more fun that way.

Without warning, Cheshire disappeared in a cloud of mist and reappeared on Naadir's shoulders; Cheshire always enjoyed interacting with those concerned with some form of higher purpose. It was laughable really, to believe that there was something worth fighting for; The Pale Flame wasn't much of a prize to begin with.

Prometheus was going to be a fun mark.

"So the word on the scratching post is that you're searching for a lamp. Something holding, I don't know, a greenish-white fire perhaps? Something like the manifestation of creative energy, some baloney like that?" Cheshire grinned at Naadir's eye level. He wanted the Titan, he wanted to have some fun. "I can lead you to it, just say the word "

"Disney? Oh for the love of Allah.... Okay, where the hell is Alice?" Naadir rolled his with a sigh, messaging the bridge of his nose as the cat appeared. "I knew it. The bastards are taking the money they make on movies and making armies of their characters." He said as he contemplated the situation. He didn't know of any floating cats other than the "Chesshire Cat" from Alice in wonderland. He'd have to give the creature that name. Naadir licked his lips and tried to call forth the consciousness of Prometheus. Perhaps seeing if he had any information on the enigmatic feline. With a poof of mist the creature would reappear, this time on Naadir's shoulder. Naadir let the thing perch there but arched an eyebrow as he looked to the pretty kitty. It was most interesting how the little creature seemed to have information when it was just a freaking cat.

"Okay look. I'm not an idiot. Nothing's free, especially not from a-a-a-a cat." Naadir said, stumbling over what he was supposed to call this crerature. "Cats rub up against you to make it seem like they love you, nope. Marking their territory and preforming a necessary component to manipulate you into thinking that. Just for some meow mix and milk." He said. Prometheus wasn't answering him, that never happens. Normally there's just some form of inquisitve musing or an excited pestering to ask questions. There was nothing. Well that wasn't good. But Naadir was left on his own at this moment. He had to recall his own number one rule. "Ya' know what. If I'm dealing with a cat, I might as well act like a cat. I don't care, whatever floats your boat little kitty." Naadir said throwing his arms up and letting them slap onto his sides. "Bird." he said randomly to Chesshire, looking him right in the eyes.