Not too far away, V-Jasper was originally minding their own business. They might have been hunting, especially given the topic and answer that sprang to their unique minds.

"What is that?" Whispered one head to another, pointing with an inky snout, nostils flaring.

The other blinked, and tilted its head. "Is it a baby rat?"

"It doesn't look like a rat. It looks more like Overseer Cain." Pointy ears-- not quite as long as Cain's-- with short white fluff, no wings but a furry tail and little, dainty paws.

The two-headed beest tucked in its stubby forelimbs, shaking out their pelt with a flicking of oil from their mane. They slunk forward, both sniffing curiously at the strange, white kitten that had appeared rather suddenly inside Draco's home. How had it gotten past the Sentinel? One head turned back to look at the Aperture, which was conveniently missing its guard at the moment.

Still, the creature was small, and presumably not much of a thread. "What are you?" No obvious stone told the Jaspers what this creature was, if it was something other than an unusual lesser. If it tried to run... Their rump wriggled as their legs tensed, ready to spring.

The kitten approached, sniffing. One head continued to sniff, but the other tilted even further to one side, considering the answer. Goose? Goose didn't sound like a lesser-- and lessers didn't talk, right?

Goose, however, wasn't a designation or a gemstone, as far as the Jaspers could figure. So not one of the Forge, unless this little thing had earned a name--

Swipe.

Before the Jaspers could share their designation, the kitten's claws lashed out. With a cry of pain, the snout that had been scratched recoiled in agony. The other head jerked, and spitting, snarled. "Hey! That hurts!" They didn't feel the other's pain as acutely, but they knew from the whimpering how bad it must have been. "How would you like it if we used our claws on you?"

The Jasper they shared sparked to life, its birthright of the Forge's chaotic magic surging violently. It didn't lash out in return, however, as the magic attacked the white cells that were intended to defend the injury from infection. Pain flared as the wound trickled blood, and it tucked its nose down, pawing at the burning sensation with its small forelimbs.

Jasper-One continued to recoil, eyes closing tight as their nose flared with a sickly heat of infection. It stung. Tears pricked at the corner of their eyes, saltine stinging as they weakly pawed at the blood that seeped from the wound.

The uninjured head continued to stare down Goose, teeth bared as their longer limbs pawed at the earth with impatience. Why didn't the Goose use its words? It knew how to speak, it knew its name, and yet--

The game of charades did not clarify anything. From Jasper-Two's perspective, the kitten threatened to pounce on them, snarling and raising a paw for a second strike.

"You better not," Two growled back, the fuchsia markings along their flank flaring to life in vibrant warning. "Put your claws away, Goose. Or else." Teeth bared, the Jasper focused more intently on channeling their magic.

Now that they were intentionally drawing on their magic, rather than a chaotic splurge of magic that violently reacted, the magic that came flowing from them worked exactly how they envisioned. The dim lighting of Draco surrounding Jasper turned into darkness, their form blurring into a shadow that loomed over Goose like a giant monster. At least, that's how Two envisioned it, their violet markings flashing in the shifting shadows; reducing them to nothing but a giant shape with hundred of shimmering eyes.

(This was a bit of an exaggeration, but Two did a good job of bringing a swath of darkness over the general area, hiding their injured head behind the more forward, threatening head. And Two's stare was as intense as a baby's stare could be.)

"Don't make me hurt you."

It was an unfortunate series of misunderstandings. A warning taken as a threat on both sides, thrice over. But Jasper-Two did not think for a second that the cat would strike after being warned so explicitly, and yet! And yet!

The cat's claws swiped right down between Jasper-Two's eyes: a glancing blow, but enough to draw blood. The violet blood trickled down their snout as they held fast, protectively looming over their second (Jasper-One!) head. Anger burned behind the bright, glowing eyes. They channeled that rage, a sweltering heat burning through their body as-- as...

The blood trickled over their nose, and as they breathed it in, reaction kicked in. Magic flared. Jasper-Two suddenly sneezed, splattering fuchsia blood filled with infectious disease forth.

"Why are you attacking us?" Whimpered the other head, reaching up to nuzzle the dazed Jasper-Two, who was recovering from the violent sneeze. "Your claws hurt. Stop it." This route was more pleading than the demands of the other head.

But Jasper-Two shook their head, blood flicking about, and they stomped their foot on the ground. Teeth bared, they snarled. "I think we should show it how it feels!" Two snapped, claws digging into the stone under paw.

"Wait," One squeaked, turning their eyes toward Goose. Let it speak, they seemed to be pleading. Let it explain. Surely there was a reason why it was attacking them?