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.

Comments

[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.]

[feralfanatic]

[The roof? Interesting. The sound of boot on tile can be heard quite easily throughout the entire hive. It actually causes the Disciple to pause in her action. The fact that she had heard his ascent meant he intended her to. As much as she might want him to be foolish enough to broadcast his location on accident, she knew better. So this how he was going to play the game? Very well.]

[He will have been on the roof for about a minute when a message appears on his communicator. At the same time, Disciple moves through to the back of the hive.]

Try not to break anything while you are up there

[devwocean]

Howw about you come an stop me.

[Just for fun, he fires off a blast, burning a hole in her lawnring]

[feralfanatic]

[The sound of the blast staggers her a little both physically, and mentally. Did he seriously just... this was getting a little out of hand.]

Did you just seriously fire your gun at my lawnring?

[devwocean]

[Okay, maybe it was a bit of overkill. He swings down to the ground again and begins to ease her front door open, hoping to surprise her coming to investigate]

Wwell.
It shore seems that I did.

[feralfanatic]

You are impossible
I did not think it possible someone could be quite as reckless as you


[Easing the door open reveals the main room empty. If he enters he will find one thing out of place that was not here before. On the table was a small plate with a cupcake sitting on it. Next to it a folded piece of paper simply marked "-D". A trap, or was it?]

[devwocean]

[He stares at the cupcake for a moment. Poison wouldn't be impossible, but would Disciple actually try to poison him? He picks up the cupcake and smells it suspiciously. Is "D" for Disciple, or for Dualscar?]

Reckless might be takin' me for a lovver.
Wwhen are you goin' to stop hiding so wwe can havve some real fun, cowward?

[feralfanatic]

[The small cake smells peculiar, yet familiar. It was the smell of black jelly beans.]

Me?
Reckless?
Maybe

I s33 you have not read the note yet
I expected you to be faster then this
My mistake

[If and when he checks the backside of the note, he will find a small scrawled message.]

You actually played along with my little hunt. I am surprised.
Finish your cake, then come claim your reward. I am waiting.
-Wildcat

[devwocean]

I read the fuckin' note.
No need to rush like an ovver-excited wwiggler.

[Okay, he hadn't noticed the note, but now he looks. Now that he has seen it, he crams the cupcake into his mouth, chews and swallows with a feeling of victory.

Then he sweeps towards the respite block, eagerly anticipating what he'll find there]

[feralfanatic]

[He'll find her in the respite block as it said in the note. A waiting Disciple is lying on the bed, her posture quite suggestive. Looks like the game really is done, there is no sign of a trap of any kind.]