Vatheon Voicemail

[feralfanatic]

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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]

[Oh how adorable. He eats that cupcake, and relishes every bite, then goes ahead and texts her]

You failed to choke me, wwildcat.
It wwas excellent, actually, did you get someone to make it for you?

[feralfanatic]

[Wildcat. She can not admit she likes that. Nope.]

Hardly
Made by my own two claw-tipped hands
What is it to you?

[devwocean]

Howw swweet.
Makin such a nice thing for me.
You must really wwant me to givve you a little more a wwhat I gavve you before.
Wwooin me so prettily, as you are.

[feralfanatic]

I see the black confections failed their intended purpose
At least not all is lost
We found out that one of us is just better at offering gifts
Or so it s33ms

Who is to say
If you could even handle me when I was sober

[devwocean]

That wwould be me that's better, and also me that happens to like licorice.

Wwe both knoww I could handle you sober or drunk.
Though if you wwant me to provve it, I do happen to havve a little time.

[feralfanatic]

I s33 you have gotten better at self-delusion
Here I did not think that possible
Or maybe that was your attempt at humor
Either way, we both know my gift was far better then yours

I might also have some fr33 time if you want to try to prove how well you can or cannot handle me

Before that though
Have you spoken with Signless?
About...
Whatever this is that we have going on?

[devwocean]

My gift wwas far more fittin and therefore better.

You can't wwait to get your hands on my fins again, is that it?

Wwhat I talk about wwith my moirail is none a your coddamn business.
But I'll drop you this one piece a information, on account a the special circumstances that exist betwween us.
Namely him.
I havve talked to him, yes.
And he's givven us his blessin for wwhat it's wworth.

[feralfanatic]

Yours may have been more fitting, yes
Yet mine was better received
so therefore I believe mine was truly the better one

Hah, hardly
With as desperate as you s33m to be
I thought I might as well s33 if my hazy memories of the last time stand up to something a bit more coherent

Whether or not its my 'coddamn' business or not
The point remains that if he was uncomfortable with it
It was not going anywhere
He is far to important to me to hurt him
Over someone as trivial as you

[devwocean]

Evven so, wwhat I talk to my moirail about is none a your business, evven if it concerns you.
You can ask him yourself, in the future.
Wwill you be at your hivve?

[feralfanatic]

[She opts to drop that part of the conversation for now.]

I may be yes.
I might even be alone here right now if you hurry yourself.
My hivemate is currently away
And should even be gone for a little while.

[devwocean]

[Whoops, he might already have been heading in that direction. He doesn't knock or anything, just tries the door in case it's unlocked. And if it is locked, he's not against kicking it down]

[feralfanatic]

[It was unlocked, like it usually was. She saw little need to lock her door in a place as generally safe as Vatheon. Like last time, she was nowhere immediately apparent in the front room. Was she expecting him? Maybe. Probably. Or maybe she was on the hunt, seeking a particular sea-dweller.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar expects to be hunted, but he's also on the hunt. He moves cautiously, quietly through the house in search of his quarry, hoping that he had arrived sooner than expected and might still be able to get the drop on her, even though this is her home turf]

[feralfanatic]

[Further in, he will find evidence of a half-prepared lunch sitting unfinished in the kitchen, seemingly hastily abandoned.]

[Dualscar will hear some rustling sounds from further on into the hive. Was it the master bedroom? Or the bathroom? Or could it have been the closet? Wherever it came from it stops quickly after it starts. She was playing games, it seems.]

[devwocean]

[He pauses over the lunch, looking around, though his fins lift at the sounds of rustling. He snorts softly. Instead of heading directly for the sound, he turns and heads into a different room, figuring on coming at the source of the sound from an unexpected angle.

[feralfanatic]

[His plan works to a good measure. There is nothing inside of the room he enters. However, he will catch the brief flash of orange and black of the top of Disciple's head as she darts around the outside of the house, headed back towards the front door. Looks like she hopped through the window in the main bedroom. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself.]

[devwocean]

[He growls.]

So it's a game a pouncebeast an squeakbeast, is it? Wwell, I ain't the squeakbeast, girl.

[He begins to snoop through her respite block, intending to quietly steal some small item of sentimental value, if he can]

[feralfanatic]

[The front door to the hive slams, just as he comes across a framed picture in her respite block. It is a crayon drawing of the four rebels signed by Nepeta. It looks a little worn, and covered in a couple faint olive green splotches. Judging by its place of importance right next to the sleeping square, it is probably quite important to her.]

[devwocean]

[He examines the picture quickly, then slips it into his captchalogue before moving to the doorway of her respite block]

Are you done sneakin' about, hmm? I'm gettin' bored a wwaiting for you.

[feralfanatic]

[Her voice responds, coming from the front of the hive.]

Silly fin-head, you court a huntress and expect to claim her without a hunt?

[The sound of the front door opening echos to the back of the hive.]

[devwocean]

[He rolls his eyes, then smirks and quietly slips towards the window in the bedroom. Perhaps he'll circle around and surprise her.

After all, he has hunted quite a bit before. Though in that case, it was dumb animals.]

[feralfanatic]

[It had been awhile since she had had a proper Alternian hunt. Disciple had done her best to stay in her prime hunting on the island, but the beasts there were not quite as aggressive or dangerous as what you would find in the wilds of Alternia.]

[The front door left open, she moves stealthily about the front of the hive preparing for Dualscar. He was dangerously smart, so she would have to get creative.]

Is this place house-shaped or like an apartment building?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar moves slowly and stealthily around the hive, fins spread and quivering as he uses all his senses to detect the merest rustle of grass. He expects an ambush, and is trying to consider an unorthodox angle he can come from, perhaps on the roof, if he can get there and command a better view. he's a sniper at heart. He likes to see what he's hunting from a long way off.]

[feralfanatic]

((OOC:House-like. Her hive is in the Coral Corral.))

[The outside seems relatively quiet, as there is no apparent sign of her. Numerous points of the lower hanging tiles allow for access to the roof. A single echo of metal scraping on glass can be heard coming through the front door.]

[devwocean]

[He grimaces at the sound, but takes a powerful jump and catches onto the roof tile, then hauls himself up. He lets his boots clomp on the roof as he climbs to the peak and looks around, pulling out his rifle. Maybe Disciple is inside, but if so then she'll know he's on the roof, and he'll hopefully see her if she comes out to confront him.]