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thread plot: there is none lets just go with the flow lmao
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"GATHER ONE, GATHER ALL, HEREY HEREY!!!" He takes his paw and bats at the bell that he found while rummaging through some of the manor. His voice loud and shrill as the bell clang clanged throughout the halls of the main house. His chest was puffed out and his snout pointed towards the air as he awaited his new minions to gather.
except.... well... the minions were already gathered. He was shouting and ringing the bell for absolutely no reason.
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 15, 2019 21:00:06 GMT -5
"We're all here, Sig." Funk laughed out, ears flattened against his head as the ringing continued. The League was nothing if not entertaining, so many cats to dissect. Figuratively and literally. The auburn bengal Shaman laid on one of the bottom steps, resting his head on the bottom of a guard rail. Still, he found himself growing bored. It didn't look like anyone believed the Pampa thing, so he really had no reason to stay. It's been fun, but it was probably time for him to fly the coop. Not that he could until he had some sort of successor.
Eshek watched from the top of the stairs with a tired, grouchy expression and her tail tucked around her paws, her fur far more unkempt than usual and her ears flat against her head; she’d been sleeping – a good sleep, for the first time in a long, long time – a sleep undisturbed by nightmares and screaming – and this stupid, useless idiot had woken her with his stupid, useless bell that he’d found in this stupid, useless house. Her head turned slowly from side to side as she watched Sigmund march back and forth below her, her eyes following him up the stairs, down the stairs, back up the stairs, back down the stairs, till she had to blink rapidly to stop herself being hypnotised by the clanging. When Funk came and lay on the stairs, she didn't even have the energy to glower at the back of his head.
Finally, she trotted down the stairs, kicked Funk on the way past, and violently swiped the bell out of Sigmund’s grip, sending it sliding across the floor with a sad little tinkling sound. “Stop,” was all she said, voice surprisingly gentle, like she was telling off a wayward kit. She was too tired to be witty.
Post by Honeystorm on Aug 17, 2019 12:46:27 GMT -5
Senescence, unlike Eshek, didn't seem to have any problem at all resting despite the loud ringing of the bell. She laid in an open windowsill halfway up the steps, plush tail resting on top of her head, covering the opening of her ears and stifling the sound a lot less than she'd really hoped. Her eyes were closed, breathing slow, and if not for the very faintest twitch of her ears when her fellow Proxy sent the bell skidding, it was easy to believe she was sound asleep.
