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"Poor Dusky. Betcha this isn't the first time you woke up in a strange place with a strange she-cat," Discordantmelody purred as she drew circles on the fur around his chest. She'd drugged him perhaps a little too much, oops, she'd wanted more time to discuss what exactly they were doing before the sun set but there was nothing she could do about it now. Since she had nothing better to do, she had snuggled up to him for a nap herself, she was of course the big spoon, "Actually maybe this is your first time, everyone always says you are very honorable and trustworthy. But anyway, you really need to wake up, sleepy head, we have a lot to do."
As Duskslayer's eyes flitted open he would notice right away that he was in a twolegnest... but not just any twolegnest. The ceilings were vaulted with intricate wooden carvings along the support beams and doorway. The sunset's fiery rays illuminated the entire room a rosy-red color through red velvet curtains that did a poor job of blocking the windows. The two SunClan cats were laying on a massive bed that stretched from wall to wall at the back of the room. Opposite the bed was an equally large fireplace, surrounded by throw pillows and sherpa blankets that had seen heavy use in their prime but now had a thin sheen of dust of them all.
"It's a shame that League abandoned this place. I wish I could have seen it in its prime... but you got to see it, didn't you? Your knowledge will certainly come in handy."
Darkness cloaked his vision, he could hear the familiar voice of the priests sister, Discordantmelody. It wasn't too strange, but feeling was returning in waves. He could feel her paw circling his chest before he recognized that he was lying on a different surface. Concern came before dread at what she may have done to him, but he pushed it aside in favor for remaining calm. He wanted to move, or talk, but his body felt weighted, and only a light whimper escaped him. However the darkness from his gaze faded, focusing in on the space around him. He was in a two-leg den, large places like these tended to make him feel small, but right now he just felt helpless under the influence of what was given to him.
Blinking his gaze a few time he could see further, his feeling had returned too. In fact she was right! This place looked nice now, what was it like when it was inhabited? He pulled the sheets closer to him, taking a deep breath into the sheets musty scent before cuddling into them, this was actually pretty cozy. "What's better than curling up in this?"
"Lots of things, like... Glowstar's cooking, Sean's massages, exorcising ghosts...," Discordantmelody answered his question, gently pulling the sheet away from the slumbering tom. She shivered, seeing as the motion removed the sheet off her own frame as well as away from the heat source that was the Eerrie tom. The room was cold. Unseasonably so. It's one of the reasons why she picked it. This used to be a part of the Punishment district, or so her studies had shown, which meant lots of poor souls probably met their end if not in this room then certainly on this floor. And what was a sign of paranormal activity? Sudden shifts in temperature. Bingo.
The dark-furred calico leaned forward, putting her face right up to Duskslayer's and blew on his nose. It was a trick to wake up kits. Very annoying, but harmless. It was better than using her claws and Discordantmelody wasn't about to harm so much as a hair on this cat. Dusky was the golden child, loved equally by DayClan, SunClan, the League and even the Regime, make an enemy of him and you make an enemy of them. And Discordantmelody didn't have a death wish, "... you really gotta wake up, I have so much to show you and we are almost out of time before the haunt starts."
Duskslayer shook his head on instinct when he felt the sudden sensation along his nose. Slowly rising to his paws he got up, making sure to give himself time so he wouldn't pass out again. Shaking out his fur to wake up a bit more he joined Discordantmelody's side, "Aren't you cold?" He asked, his own paws shuffled against his legs to keep himself warm.
He had no clue what this was about, but he noticed any time he asked questions they either never answered his question or led him to wanting to ask more questions.
Discordantmelody knew Duskslayer was supposed to be cool as a cucumber, but hearing it was different than seeing it. He must have had some serious traumatic experiences in his life to be so calm, either that or he was an idiot, it was really a coin toss.
"Yes, isn't it marvelous? I've been here lots of times by myself but never had such a strong reaction so early. I knew it was a good idea to bring you," She explained, leaning into his side mostly for warmth but also because she was a generally touchy cat, "We are going ghost hunting. But not just for any ghosts. No, I want to find the meanest, most dangerous ones, and trap them sing one of my doohickies over there... follow me."
The calico jumped off the bed, silent as the ghosts she claimed to be hunting, and padded over to various twoleg items that she'd spread out across a coffee table, "This black box will beep if a ghost is nearby and this gray box will let them speak to us," She pointed at each object as she described them, "They are finicky though, I think they could be bogus. The real reason why you are here are those jars. The cat who sold them to me swore that they can hold spirits in them, except he didn't explain how to do it. Since you have a spirit under your control do you think he would be so kind as to shove one of his friend's in there?"
Duskslayer stared at Discordantmelody confused. He didn't see ghosts. He didn't have any personal ghost either and if he did how would she know? Searching through his memory he realized what she was talking about. The memory took him all the way back to when him and Bloody were in the basement of the two-leg den. At the time they did think it was a ghost, Bloodystar must have said something to her. Discordant and Bloody were siblings, it made sense for them to share things together. It was weird because until this moment he hadn't even thought about telling anyone else about it.
"Yeah, I can probably figure something out," He said thoughtfully as he attempted to pick up the jars to bring along, "Oh and um. It's happened once or twice, waking up to strange she-cats. Relatives like to kidnap each other in my family."
"Oh, perfect!" Discordantmelody purred, giving Duskslayer the cat equivalent of a hug, "No wonder my brother adores you. You're so dependable!" Almost as if on cue, the sun finished setting and the room was cast into darkness. The sky outside was still a dull purple-gray, but as far as they were concerned, it was time to start the hunt.
"So you take the jar," She said, shoving a clear class toward him, "And I'll take the black, beeping box."
It turned out that the black box had a string around it that fit comfortably around Discordantmelody's neck. It was fairly big, somewhere between a mouse and a rat in size, but it didn't seem all that heavy. The SunClan she-cat fiddled with it and a green light turned on. It immediately started whirling, but it wasn't very loud, "It always beeps a little bit no matter where you are in this place cuz of all the terrible things that have happened here. But it gets a lot louder when there's a spirit that's really close. I think. Anyway, when the green light to turns red and starts screaming like a hungry kit, that's when you know it's time to catch the spirit. After you do that we'll come back up here and talk to it with the gray box. Brilliant, isn't it?"
Before Duskslayer could say yes or no, Discordantmelody practically skipped through the door way and disappeared into the all consuming darkness. It was pretty easy to follow after her, though, what with the beeping and the flashing green light.
