Vatheon Voicemail

[feralfanatic]

You have reached the Communication Device of the Disciple.

I am sorry. It looks like I am unable to answer at the moment.

Please leave a message, and I will get back to you.

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[devwocean]

[He just chuckles, reading the desire in her voice. The banter has really made him feel better, despite the things he saw between Mindfang and her other suiters.]

Sure, if you wwant to pretend that you think a it as a wwaste a time, I'm fine wwith you pretendin'. So long as you come.

[Voice]

[feralfanatic]

Pretend, nothing!

[She was slightly angry he called her bluff, but at this point she wasn't really willing to back out, either.]

I will try to find my way over when I have time. I will see you then, I suppose.

[Disciple cuts the feed. She starts the trek over, but decides she will wait a quarter of an hour just to prove a point, what that point was a little unsure. He certainly had her acting like a nymph. All her wait serves to accomplish is making her realize just how much she wants to go over, herself. Damn.]

[Twelve minutes later there is a knock at his door.]

[Voice]

[devwocean]

Over the course of the last twelve minutes, he went back to watching the conversation between Mindfang and her various paramours, and his mood has grown black once again.

So it's a good thing it only takes twelve minutes for her to get here. He might have forgotten all about it if she took longer.

When he answers the door, it's with a pistol in his hand, which he points directly at her face. "Wwelcome."

[Action]

[feralfanatic]

The oliveblood dances back a few steps in shock from having the firearm leveled at her. It may just be Dualscar being Dualscar, but she cannot stop herself from overreacting to the threat.

"W-watch where you point that thing!" Her eyes were wide from the surprise as she sputters her response.

[Action]

[devwocean]

He hesitates, then levels the pistol at her face, and grins. "Come on in."