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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:47:31 GMT -6
She isn't socialized with people... and just had surgery. Please try not to make her pull her stitches. Skylos finally says. Its not that hard to say... is it? The maid literally skips backward a step while crouched. "Oh, I'm so sorry. So sorry. I... I can't help myself aorund cute animals. had to say hello, hyou know. riht?" shes babbling now. "Have you finished your chores?" Raven asks, looming over her. She jumps to her feet, the two pups backing off from the fast movement of her. "Y-yes sir. All done and fished up now, yes." She's a little pink in the cheekbones for a bit, not looking him in the dark eyes. "J-just saying hi to our guests puppies, I am." "Please make sure the mansion feasts are all still topped up, and make s ure the chef doesn't overcook anything too badly." he is brushing her off ot continue onwards. "Yes sir. Right away sir. Bye mr cat and puppies!" and she's gone, just like that. What a weird human? And again, she's taller then the bellhop by about half a head. Carefully, Skylos straightens up, and has picked up Kitri in the process, holding her closely to him. 12
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 3:53:53 GMT -6
'He might be a bit overprotective of his worginu in her condition...' the rat king muses, while the ohou is free at his feet, sniffing about and licking up any remaining biscuit scraps. "Raven, do you still have 'that' hanging around this dusty old house?" another poke of fun at the black feathers, for the house is immaculate. Likely the bellhop's own handiwork. Dark eyes narrow a bit as he turns away to keep leading them down the hall. There's a large and elegant door ahead, that unlike the rest of the space, is still 'normal looking', aside from the garland of magnolia blossoms hanging over the doorway. Likely one of the few unenchanted places in here. "I think Katze could make use of it for his pup there." No answer, as he knocks twice, announces himself and enters. The two and two dogs enter behind him, and the door closes behind him. Skylos had started drawing a picture in his head over what he imagined the mansion master to look like. Some elderly old human with a top hat and a cane with a rabbit caged up in the room? Wouldn't that sort of person be powerful enough to make this house magic? 13
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:01:48 GMT -6
The room is large, with big windows opening up over the mansion grounds. One can't see these windows from looking right at the front though, it might be hidden by the spacial distortion. The walls are a light walnut, accented with dark furniture, and a large gaming table in the middle of the room, offset by squashy couches and a high backed set of chairs. Unlike his head-picture, the human sitting at the desk has a newspaper open, paying full attention to it vs the group before him. He's tall, lean and has thick yet straight iron-gray seawater hair shielding his eyes from view. His garb is a mix of navy and rose gold, leaning towards the gold, and adorning his thin hands is a large blue sapphire of a ring. A signet? Oooh. This is a fancy human. When he finally looks up from his newspaper, the man's feminine facial features are more pronounced. One of his blue eyes is several shades into the purple-lavender color... was he blind in one eye? Those eyes stare into Skylos' soul... and his fur stands on end. This man is dangerous. Bad to get on the bad side of. He holds Kitri close to him, while the ohou is still nosing. 14
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:06:59 GMT -6
"It isn't often the Alleyway Reaper of the Triad comes to call at my door of calling." the man says, clear as day. The green eyed man was right, Skylos realizes. He can understand everything here, including his own words in Common. "Even less often with a guest of his own." "You're as sharp as ever, watchdog." the rat king steps forward and bows. Seeing this in the corner of his eye, Skylos holds Kitri to his chest as he bows too. "This is Katze, a potential recruit for the Foundation. He... needs your assistance." The bellhop has moved from their side of the desk to standing beside his master, and its uncanny how close they look, even if the younger one has a very birdish sort of way about him, as he is making tea in the corner now. "Assistance. Your message mentioned a cat who has blooded and needed refuge." those long adorned fingers steeple below the man's chin. "I will be the judge of his story." and looks to the cat. "Put that dog down on the floor, Katze. She can't escape this room wihtout opening a door, so there's no one to injure her here." he says. 15
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:13:08 GMT -6
Do you...mind dogs, my lord? Skylos finds his voice at last, feeling kind of small in this big room. The emptiness in the back of his sensory is kind of offputting, he's usually more impressed by the surroundings of the fancy class. Maybe even planning it out himself for his future of being so. "I grew up with a dog, I know how to handle one." the man responds, and his expression doesn't reach those steely eyes. "Tell me your story, and be through." Where to begin... the cat finally starts to talk. He hadn't heard everything, the rat king realizes as the story unfolds. Born into poverty, having to scrounge to survive once of age to be independent, and his dream of being rich and fancy. The aquisition of finally getting creatures, as that was the gateway into higher society here in the city, and then Kitri. The adventure, the debacle of the poisonous frog head puppet, the vet's scam after saving and then threatening Kitri's life, and the ohou being in the puppet somehow that the worginu had swallowed. He's killed two humans, the man learns as the cat's story muddles after that for an escape through the sewers. 16
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:18:33 GMT -6
That human society had nothing for one if they had no monsters of their own, and those almost all required money. Money which he no longer had... and he was now hiding from being potentially hunted. There was a panicked tone to his voice by the time the cat finishes his story. Tea is set down in front of him as the cat and the rat king are on the couches and the master hasn't moved from his chair. "Do you resent this society, Katze?" The master asks. He's actually privy to the language the cat is speaking, and his name is ironic. What mother would name their kitten that of all things. "How one has to have a monster of any shape or form in order to make any sort of indent in this city? The ones running those laboratories are... likely once considered gods by some. Now its more of a collectors hobby. How many is enough. The city will pour its resources on you if you are worthy in their eyes. Don't you hate that." Nod. The cat nods again as he sips hot tea. It slightly scalds his tongue as he tries not to yowl. Too hot to drink. He's keeping an eye on the ittle brown blurs on the floor chasing each other. 17
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:28:01 GMT -6
"he sounds like a resentful resident who killed two people to save his dog rather then a potential recruit." the master of the mansion says crisply, accepting a cup of tea from the silent bellhop. Now there are incorporeal gloved severed hands taking his newspaper and folding it aside. Like you can see right through them now. Jerk, the rat king thinks to himself. showing off his ability whereas he can't. If he had any. Which you don't know. Those eyes are like staring at a mirror. "Why should I even give him a time of day." "For puting everything on the line to save his own animal. Literally everything." the rat king nods to the letter that is in front of him, already slit and open to read. "And still relatively sane after blooding." 'more like disconnected', the master watches the cat following his canines around the room with his eyes. There was a void feeling to the cat and he couldn't place why... 'What's your take on this, raven.' he thinks to himself, glancing at the bellhop. 'He has a similar feeling to you, not long ago.' the bellhop's thought reaches him, more along the lines of a whisper in his ear. 18
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:39:28 GMT -6
"Who or what you and those people pull into that Foundation you affiliate with, Alley Reaper, is none of my business. I personally see this as a waste of my time." the master regards the cat. "What does Katze have to offer me if I were to even affiliate with him. He has no money, no status, and is a mammalian, which already cedes him out of regular society as a castout." the cat bristles around the white shirt collar, his off-colored eyes flaring with a mix of hurt and anger. "But this isn't regular society here, is it. Even if you are a..." he casts about for hte most outrageous idea he could think of "an earth-walker demon making a living here, they are taken in with open arms, if they can afford it. The last thing I want is for rumors of me spreading about being racially obtuse." He certainly isn't, look at who he employs. "I have no hand in your Foundation, I have no hand in the society here at all. I am-" "Yes hes, an overseer. I get that." the reaper waves it off, his tea empty. He swears he isn't just here for the free tea. or canine entertainment. 19
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Post by Skylos on Sept 9, 2021 4:45:47 GMT -6
While the humans and the cat are making barky noises at each other, the two canines are exploring the big room. There's so much to smell! Unlike the hallway full of smells they've never smelled, this room smells... old. There's no other real idea for it. Like its not even there. Kitri's instincts are high alert here; she's not a fan of the off-eyed human. She got within smelling distance and backed off with a quickfire nope. His smelll is offputting. But the puppy, young as he is, doens't realize the danger. She'd smelled it on the raven haired youth too. Big fluffy is listening to the barky noises of the humans making barky noises at eeach o ther. Its just... she can't put a toe pad on it. He spooks her but has protected her. She likes big fluffy. So she's not sure what to really do here. Padding over to him, the worginu cautiously sits down t hen lays down at his feet. The big paw reaches sdown and pats her back gently before tretracting upwards again. She yawns widely... and a big nose pokes in her direction. The green eyed ohou yips at her. Why was she laying down? It was fun explory time! 20 11.0 Kitri (loyalty, not level) 10.0 Kouta
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Post by Jack on Sept 9, 2021 6:25:45 GMT -6
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Post by Skylos on Sept 12, 2021 4:33:00 GMT -6
As the raven haired 'bellhop' looked on, his master stubbornly kept firm on the fact that he saw the cat as useless, to him at least. Well of course, the cat wasn't a hell of a servant, like himself. The Foundation played nice to them and their own Foundation because of his prior connections to royalty outside the walls. Finally getting tired of their presence and telling him to 'get them out of his sight.' "Charming master you've got there." the eye-scarred man says once out of earshot of that office, shepherding along the cat and his canine companions. Its obvious of his drooped shoulders, that the cat hadn't maybe got his hopes up. "Real generous." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "The master has very different views from his predecessor of the underworld. Attempting to bind the two together was almost positive to fail." Plus with the amount of monster tamers around here, and he who was allergic to anything with fur outside his magical house... made perfect sense on that he disliked monsters too. Hm. Ironic. The cat man... had zeroed in on one thing; what did he have to offer to anyone else, besides his own body. His animals are out of the question. 21
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Post by Skylos on Sept 13, 2021 4:50:19 GMT -6
It wasn't a question he had prepared himself for. "Your master isn't the actual master of the estate, is he." the green eyed man asked their guide. "Took you long enough." the guide responded with an icy backwards glance and a smile that grew ice crystals. "He found himself a niche; a big empty mansion with a master who wasn't home? Perfect for a place to stay while any spacial distortion smooths out. And we... just continue our existences doing his bidding. Its not as if he gets visitors." Wait, we? Was Skylos catching the tail end of the conversation right? The expression on the green eyed man's face looked... a mix of shocked, irritated and contemplative. "This hasn't been a recent dropin either." "No... if I recall how the human calendar system works, we've been stranded dimensionally for... 4 years." the guide waves his partially corporeal mage hand as an extension of his own airily. "Eventually the forces at work in this place will let us leave, but for now, we wait. And you, will be quiet about it if you value your most prized possession." A snort of derision. The cat's eyes head down for his animals keeping up to them. 22
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Post by Skylos on Sept 13, 2021 5:05:51 GMT -6
The scarred man isn't spooked by the threat of which the 'bellhop' portrayed. "I'm really spooked. Poor Moretti, whatever shall I do." he found a bit of mischief with poking fun at the shorter then him servant. Already, he was bound to 'not harm humans unless given an order'. Until the corporeal mage hand attaches itself to his neck from behind with an untold amount of pressure. Skylos stopped dead at this. What. What was he witnessing. "I would not push your joke further, mortal. By contract, I do not harm humans on my master's command. However, mixed breeds I can harm if I wish-" "Not in this city you don't." the green eyed man struggles against the hand, his own sharp fingers scrabbling at the object, but causing no harm. "Sanctuary to all species with no persecution of races. Do no harm. If you live in/near the city, you abide by their iron rule. Even the Foundation respects that. Don't bring attention to yourselves...ack" the bellhop's mage hand is trying its damnedest to bruise him for a good minute or so before it releases him forward onto his knees, one hand clapping to his painful neck. Yelps as the puppies scattered from falling humans. 23
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Post by Skylos on Sept 13, 2021 5:19:35 GMT -6
"Good birdie..." he coughs from the floor. "Mind your manners now." The hand floats out of his line of sight and for the second time today, the green eyed man literally squeaks as he's given a very sharp wedgie again. "Jerk." The raven haired bellhop is all smiles as his hands are technically perfectly clean, phasing the spell out and turning his attention to the quiet cat man who's watched the whole ordeal. Silently. How unusual; usually this sort of display would send others into a carcophony of panic of the discord of others... but this one just... seems to watch and wait. "What about you" he asks, politely. "Where do you stand." I don't stand anywhere near him., Skylos replied solemnly. He brought your wrath down on himself. The raven haired servant's dark to nearly dark red eyes narrow. Interesting... he's showing a near complete lack of empathy for the problem of someone in a higher class then himself. And so soon. People and animal folk like myself should account for their actions, good or bad. But it has nothing to do with me. "Good answer." Some got too interpersonal with others, and he's standing away, not just from lack of empathy, but lack of experience. The eyes glance down at the cat's dog companions. The spacial distortion is going to be interesting on them. 24
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Post by Skylos on Sept 13, 2021 5:27:14 GMT -6
For all the barky and yelpy noises the humans and their cat made, the two canines were less then paying attention. Keeping close to her master, the worginu investigated an unusual smell she'd never smelled on the floor. Briefly getting too close to the shiny black shoes of the human? leading them around. He smelled wrong. Bad wrong. Back up back up, do not pass go do not get near this one. Take what she felt off her master by looking him in the eye, and triple it. DO NOT. She warns the puppy, whose just charging forward, jovial and happy and then crashes into a wall. Shaking himself, he gets up and runs forth again. Oh she hoped he'd calm down a bit soon. There's enough weird buzzy feelings she can feel in the pads of her paws as they've gone into this house that smells very unlike shelter. Shelter smells like rocks, angry animals and a lot of old scents. Perhaps of other animals moving around? She swings her head left and right, still sniffing. Its got... this scent to it that she can't describe well. The ohou just doesn't care right now. He's all about the fun. All the fun. 25
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