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There's... a strange presence in the room with you. It's not a sinner- it's too small- but it feels too physical to be a sin or taint.

A cat collar's bell jingles as the presence approaches you.

@rebeccatherupter

The ringing of bells sets Ire off, even if they don't sound as she last remembered that they did.

Drain, get the fuck-

She pauses as she doesn't see anything... but then she spots what made the noise. She flinches back from the spook.

...what the hell is that

-Is all she can muster. She stares at the thing, unhooking the deggur and spinning it as per usual.

All the creature does is look at you curiously. It sits down and blinks all six compound eyes at you. "mrrp?"

It doesn't seem to want to harm you, but the tail-like stingers on its behind tell you that it can and will defend itself if necessary. For the time being, though, it's... strangely adorable?

Eh? It doesn't even have fur- that's a carapace!

Ire didn't quite think of the thing in front of her as "adorable", so to say... but she did feel a bit of intrigue looking at those stingers. Bodily weapons were interesting to Ire.

She silently looked at the thing before gazing at her surroundings. Where had this thing even come from?

Can you speak or what? Or are you just some weird... I don't even know what to compare you to. Cat thing?

She prods at the creature, once then twice where its nose would be, though not with malicious intent. It was a bit aggressive though, even if on accident.

The creature lets out a mildly displeased squeak, and looks up at you somewhat indignantly, as if to say 'why'd you do that?!' Then it shakes itself off, spikes rattling, and gently paws at your hand, claws sheathed, seemingly curious about your own claws.

(sniff, sniff.) It sniffs at your boot, which smells like blood, of course. It doesn't seem to mind, as long as it isn't its own.

It's a very curious creature, intent on knowing ALL the things about you, a new potential friend.

Ire stared back at the creature with a look of indifference. She didn't know what she did wrong, but she didn't care. Never did, never will until she experiences consequences for it.

She steps back as the creature paws at and sniffs her, confused. Why was it doing that?

Stop it.

She tried to push the creature away with her foot, yet again being accidentally aggressive.

Get off of me, I'm not your new little 'friend'.

Oh by Genesis Himself she hated that term. Friendship was a useless desire, one she never felt and most definitely never would. She didn't even know why she was uttering the word unprompted. It was vile in her mouth, even if she never opened it to speak.

The poor thing yelps, being knocked back by your foot. Its collar rattles, its nametag clinking against the bell. It gets up, shakes off... and growls at you. It no longer likes you in the slightest. It will protect itself until death.

Its spikes rattle and flare out. Its tail stingers display themselves. Its wings spread out. Its claws unsheathe.

It hisses at you.

Ire doesn't react too much. She doesn't care about this thing anyways, and it isn't like she's gonna engage more.

Didn't even kick you that hard.

She takes a step away, keeping a keen eye on the thing in case it lunged at her or something. You never know.

This is why I don't interact with animals. I just break everything I touch.

That comment was more to herself. She ruminated on the butterfly for just a moment before taking a couple more steps away, hoping to disengage. She doesn't want any tears in her sleeves.

...it calms down, listening to your words, veeery carefully stepping closer, claws clicking on the hard ground. It's like it wants you to sit down so it can hear you better. (did it misunderstand you? that has to be it.)

Sniffing at your dagger, it suddenly snatches it from its sheath, placing it on the ground surprisingly gently... and then thoroughly coats the blade with its stingers' venom.

The venom smells like spider lilies, adds a strange but beautiful iridescent sheen to it, and is extremely hard to clean off... but it doesn't act like an acid, like it did with the now sizzling floor. It simply sticks to the blade's metallic surface.

With its snout, the creature carefully bumps your dagger towards you proudly, and looks up at you for approval. It thinks you'll like what it's done.

The moment Ire fully turned away was the moment her dagger was stolen. She turned back immediately, going to attempt and snatch it before something happened to it or the animal ran off.

Then the venom was sprayed onto it. Ire took a step back, facial expression being no good indicator of her thoughts. Was she confused? Deliberating? Genuinely pissed off? Who knew. That last option was likely involved however. It's Ire.

Give that back. Fucking asshole...

As soon as she felt like she wasn't going to get attacked, she aggressively snatched back the deggur from the floor. She noticed the scent in the air in full, with it basically slapping her in the face now that it was a lot closer. She wasn't sure she liked it, but it'd be following her around for a while it seemed.

Her expression contorted into more confusion as she inspected the dagger's surface. She looked at the floor, then to the dagger, then at the floor again. Was it so special as to not be affected by that acid? She wouldn't doubt it.

I question you.

Carefully, she hooked the deggur back onto her waist and tried to walk away again. At least it wasn't trying to kill her.

...though, with her luck? It was likely that the creature would pursue her a bit more before it quit.

Padded footsteps follow behind you, giving you enough space for comfort. It knows you don't like being touched, and it's respecting that, but it still likes you. It wants to find prey for you, to do things for you, and to hopefully earn your consideration in return. It's sure it can get through that hard outer shell and make you happy!

It REEEEALLY wants to hop onto your shoulder and keep you warm, but also wants you to stay comfortable.

...PREY.

It runs ahead- far, far ahead- and, a few moments later, drags back... something writhing. Its catch looks alien, more so than itself, but it looks vaguely humanoid... and it's MUCH larger than the oh-so-little 'cute' creature that you met minutes ago. There's a tiny puncture wound on the prey's 'leg'.

It drops the struggling thing at your feet.

Oh, if only that was true. To gain her affection would mean to be the luckiest person in the world.

Ire stepped back as the creature ran far ahead. She didn't care much, standing around and looking at the sky, waiting impatiently to see if that thing came back. Of course, comically, the moment she tried walking off was the moment it came running on back. She facepalmed before pausing upon seeing what it had brought.

...what even was that? A question she's asked internally about, what, five times now?

All she could really do was sigh. Why the hell was this creature trying to get her to like it?

Oh my Genesis- Okay. Git! Go!

She attempted to shoo off the creature with intimidation and more aggressive body language. With a stomp forward, she tried to get it to back off and leave her alone.

Stupid fuckin' thing.

With an eye-roll and a notice to the puncture wound, she attempted to walk off again. How did she even get herself into these situations? All she wanted to do was walk about and inspect the intricate little patterns and "drawings" made in the walls, through all of the cracks, scuff marks, scratches and stains Sinners create.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 another gift! (she does not gaf about the aggression she likes you too much)]#[🌸 PLEASE LOOK AT THE COLLAR I BEG YOU /silly]

(draaaag.)

The creature drags its catch closer to you. The thing it caught is now bleeding strangely quickly, from both the puncture and the creature's bite marks, and is starting to seize. All while the creature is sitting pretty right next to it, like it's saying, 'look! look what my venom can do! are you proud?'

It scratches at itself, and its heart patterned collar jingles, drawing your attention. It has a nametag. It has an owner!

As it finishes its itching session, a piece of its keratinous carapace detaches, clattering on the ground, and reveals a beautiful, vibrant purplish color beneath. It shakes itself off, and the rest of the plates clatter off in unison. The creature is now a gorgeous pearlescent lavender, fading to a bright, then dark purple gradient closer to its paws.

It bumps the shed carapace towards you. Maybe you could use it for something...?

There's... a strange presence in the room with you. It's not a sinner- it's too small- but it feels too physical to be a sin or taint.

A cat collar's bell jingles as the presence approaches you.

@rebeccatherupter

The ringing of bells sets Ire off, even if they don't sound as she last remembered that they did.

Drain, get the fuck-

She pauses as she doesn't see anything... but then she spots what made the noise. She flinches back from the spook.

...what the hell is that

-Is all she can muster. She stares at the thing, unhooking the deggur and spinning it as per usual.

All the creature does is look at you curiously. It sits down and blinks all six compound eyes at you. "mrrp?"

It doesn't seem to want to harm you, but the tail-like stingers on its behind tell you that it can and will defend itself if necessary. For the time being, though, it's... strangely adorable?

Eh? It doesn't even have fur- that's a carapace!

Ire didn't quite think of the thing in front of her as "adorable", so to say... but she did feel a bit of intrigue looking at those stingers. Bodily weapons were interesting to Ire.

She silently looked at the thing before gazing at her surroundings. Where had this thing even come from?

Can you speak or what? Or are you just some weird... I don't even know what to compare you to. Cat thing?

She prods at the creature, once then twice where its nose would be, though not with malicious intent. It was a bit aggressive though, even if on accident.

The creature lets out a mildly displeased squeak, and looks up at you somewhat indignantly, as if to say 'why'd you do that?!' Then it shakes itself off, spikes rattling, and gently paws at your hand, claws sheathed, seemingly curious about your own claws.

(sniff, sniff.) It sniffs at your boot, which smells like blood, of course. It doesn't seem to mind, as long as it isn't its own.

It's a very curious creature, intent on knowing ALL the things about you, a new potential friend.

Ire stared back at the creature with a look of indifference. She didn't know what she did wrong, but she didn't care. Never did, never will until she experiences consequences for it.

She steps back as the creature paws at and sniffs her, confused. Why was it doing that?

Stop it.

She tried to push the creature away with her foot, yet again being accidentally aggressive.

Get off of me, I'm not your new little 'friend'.

Oh by Genesis Himself she hated that term. Friendship was a useless desire, one she never felt and most definitely never would. She didn't even know why she was uttering the word unprompted. It was vile in her mouth, even if she never opened it to speak.

The poor thing yelps, being knocked back by your foot. Its collar rattles, its nametag clinking against the bell. It gets up, shakes off... and growls at you. It no longer likes you in the slightest. It will protect itself until death.

Its spikes rattle and flare out. Its tail stingers display themselves. Its wings spread out. Its claws unsheathe.

It hisses at you.

Ire doesn't react too much. She doesn't care about this thing anyways, and it isn't like she's gonna engage more.

Didn't even kick you that hard.

She takes a step away, keeping a keen eye on the thing in case it lunged at her or something. You never know.

This is why I don't interact with animals. I just break everything I touch.

That comment was more to herself. She ruminated on the butterfly for just a moment before taking a couple more steps away, hoping to disengage. She doesn't want any tears in her sleeves.

...it calms down, listening to your words, veeery carefully stepping closer, claws clicking on the hard ground. It's like it wants you to sit down so it can hear you better. (did it misunderstand you? that has to be it.)

Sniffing at your dagger, it suddenly snatches it from its sheath, placing it on the ground surprisingly gently... and then thoroughly coats the blade with its stingers' venom.

The venom smells like spider lilies, adds a strange but beautiful iridescent sheen to it, and is extremely hard to clean off... but it doesn't act like an acid, like it did with the now sizzling floor. It simply sticks to the blade's metallic surface.

With its snout, the creature carefully bumps your dagger towards you proudly, and looks up at you for approval. It thinks you'll like what it's done.

The moment Ire fully turned away was the moment her dagger was stolen. She turned back immediately, going to attempt and snatch it before something happened to it or the animal ran off.

Then the venom was sprayed onto it. Ire took a step back, facial expression being no good indicator of her thoughts. Was she confused? Deliberating? Genuinely pissed off? Who knew. That last option was likely involved however. It's Ire.

Give that back. Fucking asshole...

As soon as she felt like she wasn't going to get attacked, she aggressively snatched back the deggur from the floor. She noticed the scent in the air in full, with it basically slapping her in the face now that it was a lot closer. She wasn't sure she liked it, but it'd be following her around for a while it seemed.

Her expression contorted into more confusion as she inspected the dagger's surface. She looked at the floor, then to the dagger, then at the floor again. Was it so special as to not be affected by that acid? She wouldn't doubt it.

I question you.

Carefully, she hooked the deggur back onto her waist and tried to walk away again. At least it wasn't trying to kill her.

...though, with her luck? It was likely that the creature would pursue her a bit more before it quit.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 she's like 'here! for you!']

Padded footsteps follow behind you, giving you enough space for comfort. It knows you don't like being touched, and it's respecting that, but it still likes you. It wants to find prey for you, to do things for you, and to hopefully earn your consideration in return. It's sure it can get through that hard outer shell and make you happy!

It REEEEALLY wants to hop onto your shoulder and keep you warm, but also wants you to stay comfortable.

...PREY.

It runs ahead- far, far ahead- and, a few moments later, drags back... something writhing. Its catch looks alien, more so than itself, but it looks vaguely humanoid... and it's MUCH larger than the oh-so-little 'cute' creature that you met minutes ago. There's a tiny puncture wound on the prey's 'leg'.

It drops the struggling thing at your feet.

There's... a strange presence in the room with you. It's not a sinner- it's too small- but it feels too physical to be a sin or taint.

A cat collar's bell jingles as the presence approaches you.

@rebeccatherupter

The ringing of bells sets Ire off, even if they don't sound as she last remembered that they did.

Drain, get the fuck-

She pauses as she doesn't see anything... but then she spots what made the noise. She flinches back from the spook.

...what the hell is that

-Is all she can muster. She stares at the thing, unhooking the deggur and spinning it as per usual.

All the creature does is look at you curiously. It sits down and blinks all six compound eyes at you. "mrrp?"

It doesn't seem to want to harm you, but the tail-like stingers on its behind tell you that it can and will defend itself if necessary. For the time being, though, it's... strangely adorable?

Eh? It doesn't even have fur- that's a carapace!

Ire didn't quite think of the thing in front of her as "adorable", so to say... but she did feel a bit of intrigue looking at those stingers. Bodily weapons were interesting to Ire.

She silently looked at the thing before gazing at her surroundings. Where had this thing even come from?

Can you speak or what? Or are you just some weird... I don't even know what to compare you to. Cat thing?

She prods at the creature, once then twice where its nose would be, though not with malicious intent. It was a bit aggressive though, even if on accident.

The creature lets out a mildly displeased squeak, and looks up at you somewhat indignantly, as if to say 'why'd you do that?!' Then it shakes itself off, spikes rattling, and gently paws at your hand, claws sheathed, seemingly curious about your own claws.

(sniff, sniff.) It sniffs at your boot, which smells like blood, of course. It doesn't seem to mind, as long as it isn't its own.

It's a very curious creature, intent on knowing ALL the things about you, a new potential friend.

Ire stared back at the creature with a look of indifference. She didn't know what she did wrong, but she didn't care. Never did, never will until she experiences consequences for it.

She steps back as the creature paws at and sniffs her, confused. Why was it doing that?

Stop it.

She tried to push the creature away with her foot, yet again being accidentally aggressive.

Get off of me, I'm not your new little 'friend'.

Oh by Genesis Himself she hated that term. Friendship was a useless desire, one she never felt and most definitely never would. She didn't even know why she was uttering the word unprompted. It was vile in her mouth, even if she never opened it to speak.

The poor thing yelps, being knocked back by your foot. Its collar rattles, its nametag clinking against the bell. It gets up, shakes off... and growls at you. It no longer likes you in the slightest. It will protect itself until death.

Its spikes rattle and flare out. Its tail stingers display themselves. Its wings spread out. Its claws unsheathe.

It hisses at you.

Ire doesn't react too much. She doesn't care about this thing anyways, and it isn't like she's gonna engage more.

Didn't even kick you that hard.

She takes a step away, keeping a keen eye on the thing in case it lunged at her or something. You never know.

This is why I don't interact with animals. I just break everything I touch.

That comment was more to herself. She ruminated on the butterfly for just a moment before taking a couple more steps away, hoping to disengage. She doesn't want any tears in her sleeves.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 please like it please like it please like it.]

...it calms down, listening to your words, veeery carefully stepping closer, claws clicking on the hard ground. It's like it wants you to sit down so it can hear you better. (did it misunderstand you? that has to be it.)

Sniffing at your dagger, it suddenly snatches it from its sheath, placing it on the ground surprisingly gently... and then thoroughly coats the blade with its stingers' venom.

The venom smells like spider lilies, adds a strange but beautiful iridescent sheen to it, and is extremely hard to clean off... but it doesn't act like an acid, like it did with the now sizzling floor. It simply sticks to the blade's metallic surface.

With its snout, the creature carefully bumps your dagger towards you proudly, and looks up at you for approval. It thinks you'll like what it's done.

There's... a strange presence in the room with you. It's not a sinner- it's too small- but it feels too physical to be a sin or taint.

A cat collar's bell jingles as the presence approaches you.

@rebeccatherupter

The ringing of bells sets Ire off, even if they don't sound as she last remembered that they did.

Drain, get the fuck-

She pauses as she doesn't see anything... but then she spots what made the noise. She flinches back from the spook.

...what the hell is that

-Is all she can muster. She stares at the thing, unhooking the deggur and spinning it as per usual.

All the creature does is look at you curiously. It sits down and blinks all six compound eyes at you. "mrrp?"

It doesn't seem to want to harm you, but the tail-like stingers on its behind tell you that it can and will defend itself if necessary. For the time being, though, it's... strangely adorable?

Eh? It doesn't even have fur- that's a carapace!

Ire didn't quite think of the thing in front of her as "adorable", so to say... but she did feel a bit of intrigue looking at those stingers. Bodily weapons were interesting to Ire.

She silently looked at the thing before gazing at her surroundings. Where had this thing even come from?

Can you speak or what? Or are you just some weird... I don't even know what to compare you to. Cat thing?

She prods at the creature, once then twice where its nose would be, though not with malicious intent. It was a bit aggressive though, even if on accident.

The creature lets out a mildly displeased squeak, and looks up at you somewhat indignantly, as if to say 'why'd you do that?!' Then it shakes itself off, spikes rattling, and gently paws at your hand, claws sheathed, seemingly curious about your own claws.

(sniff, sniff.) It sniffs at your boot, which smells like blood, of course. It doesn't seem to mind, as long as it isn't its own.

It's a very curious creature, intent on knowing ALL the things about you, a new potential friend.

Ire stared back at the creature with a look of indifference. She didn't know what she did wrong, but she didn't care. Never did, never will until she experiences consequences for it.

She steps back as the creature paws at and sniffs her, confused. Why was it doing that?

Stop it.

She tried to push the creature away with her foot, yet again being accidentally aggressive.

Get off of me, I'm not your new little 'friend'.

Oh by Genesis Himself she hated that term. Friendship was a useless desire, one she never felt and most definitely never would. She didn't even know why she was uttering the word unprompted. It was vile in her mouth, even if she never opened it to speak.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#hiss...#[🌸 oh she really doesn't like ire now...]

The poor thing yelps, being knocked back by your foot. Its collar rattles, its nametag clinking against the bell. It gets up, shakes off... and growls at you. It no longer likes you in the slightest. It will protect itself until death.

Its spikes rattle and flare out. Its tail stingers display themselves. Its wings spread out. Its claws unsheathe.

It hisses at you.

There's... a strange presence in the room with you. It's not a sinner- it's too small- but it feels too physical to be a sin or taint.

A cat collar's bell jingles as the presence approaches you.

@rebeccatherupter

The ringing of bells sets Ire off, even if they don't sound as she last remembered that they did.

Drain, get the fuck-

She pauses as she doesn't see anything... but then she spots what made the noise. She flinches back from the spook.

...what the hell is that

-Is all she can muster. She stares at the thing, unhooking the deggur and spinning it as per usual.

All the creature does is look at you curiously. It sits down and blinks all six compound eyes at you. "mrrp?"

It doesn't seem to want to harm you, but the tail-like stingers on its behind tell you that it can and will defend itself if necessary. For the time being, though, it's... strangely adorable?

Eh? It doesn't even have fur- that's a carapace!

Ire didn't quite think of the thing in front of her as "adorable", so to say... but she did feel a bit of intrigue looking at those stingers. Bodily weapons were interesting to Ire.

She silently looked at the thing before gazing at her surroundings. Where had this thing even come from?

Can you speak or what? Or are you just some weird... I don't even know what to compare you to. Cat thing?

She prods at the creature, once then twice where its nose would be, though not with malicious intent. It was a bit aggressive though, even if on accident.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 rebecca understands what intent is! so she doesn't really mind the roughness if it's not malicious]

The creature lets out a mildly displeased squeak, and looks up at you somewhat indignantly, as if to say 'why'd you do that?!' Then it shakes itself off, spikes rattling, and gently paws at your hand, claws sheathed, seemingly curious about your own claws.

(sniff, sniff.) It sniffs at your boot, which smells like blood, of course. It doesn't seem to mind, as long as it isn't its own.

It's a very curious creature, intent on knowing ALL the things about you, a new potential friend.

There's... a strange presence in the room with you. It's not a sinner- it's too small- but it feels too physical to be a sin or taint.

A cat collar's bell jingles as the presence approaches you.

@rebeccatherupter

The ringing of bells sets Ire off, even if they don't sound as she last remembered that they did.

Drain, get the fuck-

She pauses as she doesn't see anything... but then she spots what made the noise. She flinches back from the spook.

...what the hell is that

-Is all she can muster. She stares at the thing, unhooking the deggur and spinning it as per usual.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#ire grace #[🌸 oh she'll LOVE the venom.]

All the creature does is look at you curiously. It sits down and blinks all six compound eyes at you. "mrrp?"

It doesn't seem to want to harm you, but the tail-like stingers on its behind tell you that it can and will defend itself if necessary. For the time being, though, it's... strangely adorable?

Eh? It doesn't even have fur- that's a carapace!

"mrrow?"

A strange catlike sound, not quite a meow, echoes through the area. A small, lavender-purple buglike creature with six legs and a cute heart patterned cat collar is roaming about. She looks very confused.

[🌸 heya!! i thought @rebeccatherupter would be a good first interaction since she used to be part of a hivemind! also she's adorable. who wouldn't love her cute lil' face?]

*The entity decends from the ceiling, eyes darting around for any movements... youre a little too small for it to have noticed yet.*

She notices the strange red mass, and approaches it slowly, looking at it and cocking her head curiously. "mrrp." This thing looked weird! But it was moving, so it must be alive. And alive must mean a potential friend!

So she sat down, and waited for the mass to notice her.

*The instant they spot you, their eyes go wide, filled with glee. They quickly move down to you.*

awwww_kittyy_hi_kityy_ehehe_

*Hundreds of voices speak at once. Normally, youd've been Gotten by now, but they think you're cute.*

Her spikes rattle, flaring out in an instinctual threat display. This many voices should NOT be coming from one thing. She stands up, and makes a low, quiet growling noise. Her stingers are fully visible, and her wings are spread wide, as if she's mimicking a Halloween cat decoration, but her claws are still sheathed, indicating she won't harm you unless she has reason to.

A smell, acidic and harsh, hits the air. The tips of her stingers are dripping some kind of strong smelling venom. She's assessed you as moderately dangerous, and has gone into full defensive mode, to see what you'll do next.

oh_

venom_hmm_

unfortunately_for_you_we_are_entirely_non_bioligical_

in_other_words_

*Multiple arms and tendrils wrap around you as the creature surrounds you, hundreds of eyes staring you down.*

youre_harmless_

She immediately unsheathes her claws, hissing. Yep, you're a threat now. She swings at one of your larger eyes, slashing it open. She is an animal, she feels threatened, and she has no option to flee- so she fights. She bites down on a tendril grabbing at her back leg, razor-sharp teeth digging deep into it, and rips at it, growling. She's surprisingly strong for her size, and is able to move around somewhat, slashing at whatever of your mass she can reach. She is fueled by pure, animalistic fear, and her adrenaline isn't going to run out anytime soon.

sssstop_that_

*They squeezed a little tighter, before...*

oh_

youre_an_animal_

you_cant_understand_us_can_you_

*...gently dropping you down. The entity still surrounded you, but now they were simply watching.*

She's breathing quickly and heavily, and her six compound eyes are extremely dilated. You've really scared her.

Why does this feel so... familiar to her?

She sits, then lays down, and curls up, shaking like a leaf. If she could cry, she would be doing so.

Her head spikes are flattened backwards like the ears of a scared cat. You should be feeling horrible for her.

hmm_hmm_

*One of the hands reaches out to try and pet you. Its gentle, and also a little warm.*

She shrinks away from you, but eventually gives in. Almost immediately, her motor starts running, and all her fear melts away, giving way to a very happy creature. She's still a little cautious, but she's realized you both horribly misunderstood each other.

he_he_he_

*The creature is making a low humming sound.*

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 absolutely adorable. i love knowing factoids about the local eldritch beings]

(purrrrr... purrrrr...)

The low, rumbling sound of two very happy creatures echoes through the area.

As you pet her, her collar jingles, and a name tag glints in the ambient light.

Even if you did scare her, and she lashed out in fear, the two of you now understand each other.

She suddenly rolls onto her back, exposing her light lavender underbelly. She trusts you to pet her in a vulnerable area. (It's recommended that you validate her trust.)

"mrrow?"

A strange catlike sound, not quite a meow, echoes through the area. A small, lavender-purple buglike creature with six legs and a cute heart patterned cat collar is roaming about. She looks very confused.

[🌸 heya!! i thought @rebeccatherupter would be a good first interaction since she used to be part of a hivemind! also she's adorable. who wouldn't love her cute lil' face?]

*The entity decends from the ceiling, eyes darting around for any movements... youre a little too small for it to have noticed yet.*

She notices the strange red mass, and approaches it slowly, looking at it and cocking her head curiously. "mrrp." This thing looked weird! But it was moving, so it must be alive. And alive must mean a potential friend!

So she sat down, and waited for the mass to notice her.

*The instant they spot you, their eyes go wide, filled with glee. They quickly move down to you.*

awwww_kittyy_hi_kityy_ehehe_

*Hundreds of voices speak at once. Normally, youd've been Gotten by now, but they think you're cute.*

Her spikes rattle, flaring out in an instinctual threat display. This many voices should NOT be coming from one thing. She stands up, and makes a low, quiet growling noise. Her stingers are fully visible, and her wings are spread wide, as if she's mimicking a Halloween cat decoration, but her claws are still sheathed, indicating she won't harm you unless she has reason to.

A smell, acidic and harsh, hits the air. The tips of her stingers are dripping some kind of strong smelling venom. She's assessed you as moderately dangerous, and has gone into full defensive mode, to see what you'll do next.

oh_

venom_hmm_

unfortunately_for_you_we_are_entirely_non_bioligical_

in_other_words_

*Multiple arms and tendrils wrap around you as the creature surrounds you, hundreds of eyes staring you down.*

youre_harmless_

She immediately unsheathes her claws, hissing. Yep, you're a threat now. She swings at one of your larger eyes, slashing it open. She is an animal, she feels threatened, and she has no option to flee- so she fights. She bites down on a tendril grabbing at her back leg, razor-sharp teeth digging deep into it, and rips at it, growling. She's surprisingly strong for her size, and is able to move around somewhat, slashing at whatever of your mass she can reach. She is fueled by pure, animalistic fear, and her adrenaline isn't going to run out anytime soon.

sssstop_that_

*They squeezed a little tighter, before...*

oh_

youre_an_animal_

you_cant_understand_us_can_you_

*...gently dropping you down. The entity still surrounded you, but now they were simply watching.*

She's breathing quickly and heavily, and her six compound eyes are extremely dilated. You've really scared her.

Why does this feel so... familiar to her?

She sits, then lays down, and curls up, shaking like a leaf. If she could cry, she would be doing so.

Her head spikes are flattened backwards like the ears of a scared cat. You should be feeling horrible for her.

hmm_hmm_

*One of the hands reaches out to try and pet you. Its gentle, and also a little warm.*

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 yesss! give her allllll the pets and affection!!!!]#[🌸 she loves you now btw lol]

She shrinks away from you, but eventually gives in. Almost immediately, her motor starts running, and all her fear melts away, giving way to a very happy creature. She's still a little cautious, but she's realized you both horribly misunderstood each other.

"mrrow?"

A strange catlike sound, not quite a meow, echoes through the area. A small, lavender-purple buglike creature with six legs and a cute heart patterned cat collar is roaming about. She looks very confused.

[🌸 heya!! i thought @rebeccatherupter would be a good first interaction since she used to be part of a hivemind! also she's adorable. who wouldn't love her cute lil' face?]

*The entity decends from the ceiling, eyes darting around for any movements... youre a little too small for it to have noticed yet.*

She notices the strange red mass, and approaches it slowly, looking at it and cocking her head curiously. "mrrp." This thing looked weird! But it was moving, so it must be alive. And alive must mean a potential friend!

So she sat down, and waited for the mass to notice her.

*The instant they spot you, their eyes go wide, filled with glee. They quickly move down to you.*

awwww_kittyy_hi_kityy_ehehe_

*Hundreds of voices speak at once. Normally, youd've been Gotten by now, but they think you're cute.*

Her spikes rattle, flaring out in an instinctual threat display. This many voices should NOT be coming from one thing. She stands up, and makes a low, quiet growling noise. Her stingers are fully visible, and her wings are spread wide, as if she's mimicking a Halloween cat decoration, but her claws are still sheathed, indicating she won't harm you unless she has reason to.

A smell, acidic and harsh, hits the air. The tips of her stingers are dripping some kind of strong smelling venom. She's assessed you as moderately dangerous, and has gone into full defensive mode, to see what you'll do next.

oh_

venom_hmm_

unfortunately_for_you_we_are_entirely_non_bioligical_

in_other_words_

*Multiple arms and tendrils wrap around you as the creature surrounds you, hundreds of eyes staring you down.*

youre_harmless_

She immediately unsheathes her claws, hissing. Yep, you're a threat now. She swings at one of your larger eyes, slashing it open. She is an animal, she feels threatened, and she has no option to flee- so she fights. She bites down on a tendril grabbing at her back leg, razor-sharp teeth digging deep into it, and rips at it, growling. She's surprisingly strong for her size, and is able to move around somewhat, slashing at whatever of your mass she can reach. She is fueled by pure, animalistic fear, and her adrenaline isn't going to run out anytime soon.

sssstop_that_

*They squeezed a little tighter, before...*

oh_

youre_an_animal_

you_cant_understand_us_can_you_

*...gently dropping you down. The entity still surrounded you, but now they were simply watching.*

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#hiss...

She's breathing quickly and heavily, and her six compound eyes are extremely dilated. You've really scared her.

Why does this feel so... familiar to her?

She sits, then lays down, and curls up, shaking like a leaf. If she could cry, she would be doing so.

Her head spikes are flattened backwards like the ears of a scared cat. You should be feeling horrible for her.

(The sound of a cat collar bell jingles on the other side of the door.)

"mrrp?"

(Seems someone wants to be let in.)

@rebeccatherupter

*Tourist opens the door curiously, looking around for where the sound could be coming. He looks down and notices it.*

Tourist: Hey there, little one. How'd you get here? You're kinda cute, huh?

The little creature flops over, exposing its carapace belly, and what appear to be an extra set of legs. Everything about this thing screams "pet me! pet me!" It looks up at you almost expectantly with all six of its compound eyes. "mrrp."

...is it purring?

Tourist: Well, if you insist, lil one.

*Tourist crouched down to its level to rub its belly. He was curious about the critter.*

Its belly somehow feels soft, despite it being just as keratinous as the rest of its body. The creature's motor is running wonderfully, and is VERY audible. (purrrr... purrrr...)

...oh! There are four scorpion-like stingers on its back. It's keeping them away from you, though; it knows you're not going to hurt it. It also has... wings? Is it some sort of bug thing?

(sniff, sniff...) It seems to smell the presence of two others nearby. It looks at you, wanting to see them too. (Maybe it just wants more attention.) "mrrow?"

...it hasn't stopped purring at all, though.

*Tourist noticed and chuckled softly. He carefully scooped it into his arms and brought it into the hotel, looking around for John and Expendable.*

Tourist: C'mon, little critter! Let's go find some more friends.

It happily curls up in your arms, still purring. It's a bit heavy. It looks up at you again with adoring eyes.

Suddenly, the lights flicker. It immediately stops purring. Its antennae stand straight up. Its spikes rattle. Then it growls.

Something is nearby. Something it doesn't like the smell of.

It wriggles out of your arms, unsheathing its claws and putting everything on a full threat display. Its antennae are still pricked up, keeping track of where the danger is coming from. It's making sure you're safe.

*Tourist looked worried about Rush possibly coming. He made his way to a closet before calling for the creature.*

Tourist: Critter! We gotta hide. You need to come here.

The creature scampers over and into the closet, then waits for you. Its eyes glow like a cat's as it holds the closet door open with its snout for you to climb in. Its claws leave little marks in the wood as it makes an effort to be smaller, trying to give you as much space as possible.

*Tourist squeezed into the closet and closed the door as he heard Rush getting closer. He made sure the critter was inside by feeling around the small space with his foot. He sighed in relief when he felt it.*

...another presence, in the closet with both you and it. The creature growls again, rattling its spikes. Its claws are fully unsheathed now, ready to strike at anything that dares attack. It's dead set on ensuring your safety and security, since you were so nice to it when you first saw it. Anxious purring is both heard and felt throughout the small space.

*Tourist noticed it was on edge and stepped out of the closet, the first danger already past. He was glad it was with him or else he wouldn't have noticed anything.*

As it hops out behind you, its collar jingles again, and clinks against something- a nametag. Does it belong to someone? It bounds to you, happy that it's done something helpful. "mrrrow!" it chirrups, lovingly rubbing up against your leg while its motor goes into overdrive.

The scents of the others it had picked up earlier are growing stronger. It paws at you, as if to say 'let's go!' Then it starts walking, frequently looking back, making sure you're still following it.

*Tourist chuckled as he followed behind. He walked beside it so it didn't have to look behind itself anymore. He glanced at the collar it wore.*

Tourist: You got an owner? Or you wear that collar to tell people your name?

The creature looks to be deep in thought. She's trying to understand your words... Owner? Name? What do these mean?

She rubs against your leg again, as if to say 'I don't understand, but I'm glad you're keeping me company'. She's just excited to meet more friends!

*Tourist reached down to pet it. He tilted its nametag up to read it. He hummed thoughtfully as he continued to scratch under its chin.*

Tourist: Rebecca, huh? Cute name for a cute critter like you.

Rebecca lifts her chin to make it easier for you to scratch it. Her motor is very audible, and can be felt in her throat.

'cute'. She knows that word! She LOVES that word.

The both of you walk for what seems like hours. It's surprisingly uneventful - maybe the hotel's other residents are afraid of Rebecca, after seeing she can defend herself? Whatever the case, the journey is uninterrupted, and all the while, the scents grow stronger, until they become fully distinct. One smells like seawater and grime, and the other smells like holy water and divine love.

*Tourist turned a corner and almost ran head first into Expendable. He stumbled back and noticed John and Expendable were together. Perfect timing!*

Tourist: John! Expendable! Look at this critter I found outside!

John: Oh! What...is it?

Expendable: Why would you keep it?

Rebecca makes a VERY excited meowing sound. New friends! She trots gleefully up to Expendable, her snout twitching as if sniffing them, and plops down in front of them, looking up at them adoringly. "mrrp!"

She'll interact with John in due time. There's only one of her, and so many of them!

Expendable: You never answered the question, Tourist.

*Expendable crouched down to get a closer look at Rebecca. He paused before he petted her head. John knelt down next to him.*

John: She is charming.

Tourist: Her name is Rebecca. I have no clue what she is, but she's a loyal one!

She flops over, exposing her soft belly for the both of them. (purr... purr... purr...)

Her collar jingles quietly as she rolls around on the carpeted floor. She is in heaven. She feels safe with the three of them here, and she hopes to return the favor soon. A 'smile' of pure contentedness is on her face.

*John cooed at her under his voice as he rubbed her belly. Expendable smiled softly at the sight, getting a bit more comfortable about her. Tourist watched them and found the scene cute.*

"mrr-" She suddenly quieted down. She heard a distant fourth pair of footsteps.

Someone- no, someTHING- was slowly approaching the Expendable from behind. It hadn't stepped into the light yet, but its scent had immediately given away its location.

It smelled like dead things... and fresh meat.

And its footsteps sounded wrong. Too quiet, but too loud.

She rattled her spikes as a warning to the Expendable.

*Tourist saw it and gestured for Expendable and John to move. John grabbed Expendable and pulled him closer, out of Rebecca's way. He didn't know what she could do, but with out Tourist acted, he could assume she could do some damage.*

She purposely growls quietly, puts herself into a position to pounce, and...

GOTCHA! She leaps onto the thing, claws fully unsheathed, and latches on to it, immediately going for its neck, making growling sounds all the while. As it falls over, she claws repeatedly at the thick drywall-esque skin on its front, razor sharp claws slicing through with ease.

The thing makes a pitiful gurgling sound as it expires in seconds. She moves off of it, and drags the whole corpse back to the trio with her mouth, proudly dropping it in the middle of the group.

The corpse is surprisingly intact. She sits down, looking very proud of herself. Then, she looks at each one of them, as if expecting something.

Tourist: You did so good, Rebecca!

*Tourist picked her up and cradled her in his arms as he scratched her belly. Expendable walked over the corpse to get to Tourist and John followed shortly behind.*

Expendable: She's a tough bugger, huh?

John: Cute and deadly.

A tiny grumble comes from her stomach. She's hungry.

She suddenly wriggles out of your grasp, dead set on the thing's leg, and immediately rips into it, tearing through the skin and lapping up the acids contained within. Then, she tears up the rest of the leg, ravenously eating chunk after chunk. Somehow, she keeps her feasting surprisingly clean.

The thing's meat is strangely soft, but very chewy, so she spends a while gnawing through every bite. She turns, taking a break, and looks at the trio, expecting them to join.

*John waved his hands in front of him, looking down at the wall dweller with a sick look. Expendable seemed to have an idea and walked toward the head of it. Tourist also looked a little sickened.*

John: Thank you, Rebecca, but we don't eat those creatures. We have our own food in the kitchen!

Expendable: If we're gonna keep her, it might be a good idea to keep some of the flesh for her. She seems to enjoy it.

Tourist: I suppose, but she can also clearly hunt for all of us.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!

As she finishes eating, she turns to them again, licking her lips as to not waste anything. The wall dweller's leg is decimated, almost gone. She's purring again, having had her fill for the time being. She looks VERY pleased.

She approaches John, and stands on her hind legs, pawing softly at him, trying to get him to sit down. "mrrp. mrrrow!"

"mrrow?"

A strange catlike sound, not quite a meow, echoes through the area. A small, lavender-purple buglike creature with six legs and a cute heart patterned cat collar is roaming about. She looks very confused.

[🌸 heya!! i thought @rebeccatherupter would be a good first interaction since she used to be part of a hivemind! also she's adorable. who wouldn't love her cute lil' face?]

*The entity decends from the ceiling, eyes darting around for any movements... youre a little too small for it to have noticed yet.*

She notices the strange red mass, and approaches it slowly, looking at it and cocking her head curiously. "mrrp." This thing looked weird! But it was moving, so it must be alive. And alive must mean a potential friend!

So she sat down, and waited for the mass to notice her.

*The instant they spot you, their eyes go wide, filled with glee. They quickly move down to you.*

awwww_kittyy_hi_kityy_ehehe_

*Hundreds of voices speak at once. Normally, youd've been Gotten by now, but they think you're cute.*

Her spikes rattle, flaring out in an instinctual threat display. This many voices should NOT be coming from one thing. She stands up, and makes a low, quiet growling noise. Her stingers are fully visible, and her wings are spread wide, as if she's mimicking a Halloween cat decoration, but her claws are still sheathed, indicating she won't harm you unless she has reason to.

A smell, acidic and harsh, hits the air. The tips of her stingers are dripping some kind of strong smelling venom. She's assessed you as moderately dangerous, and has gone into full defensive mode, to see what you'll do next.

oh_

venom_hmm_

unfortunately_for_you_we_are_entirely_non_bioligical_

in_other_words_

*Multiple arms and tendrils wrap around you as the creature surrounds you, hundreds of eyes staring you down.*

youre_harmless_

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#hiss...#[🌸 hey so please don't kill or take her she's scared please please]

She immediately unsheathes her claws, hissing. Yep, you're a threat now. She swings at one of your larger eyes, slashing it open. She is an animal, she feels threatened, and she has no option to flee- so she fights. She bites down on a tendril grabbing at her back leg, razor-sharp teeth digging deep into it, and rips at it, growling. She's surprisingly strong for her size, and is able to move around somewhat, slashing at whatever of your mass she can reach. She is fueled by pure, animalistic fear, and her adrenaline isn't going to run out anytime soon.

"mrrow?"

A strange catlike sound, not quite a meow, echoes through the area. A small, lavender-purple buglike creature with six legs and a cute heart patterned cat collar is roaming about. She looks very confused.

[🌸 heya!! i thought @rebeccatherupter would be a good first interaction since she used to be part of a hivemind! also she's adorable. who wouldn't love her cute lil' face?]

*The entity decends from the ceiling, eyes darting around for any movements... youre a little too small for it to have noticed yet.*

She notices the strange red mass, and approaches it slowly, looking at it and cocking her head curiously. "mrrp." This thing looked weird! But it was moving, so it must be alive. And alive must mean a potential friend!

So she sat down, and waited for the mass to notice her.

*The instant they spot you, their eyes go wide, filled with glee. They quickly move down to you.*

awwww_kittyy_hi_kityy_ehehe_

*Hundreds of voices speak at once. Normally, youd've been Gotten by now, but they think you're cute.*

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#hiss...#[🌸 oh boy. she's afraid. be careful about the stingers!]

Her spikes rattle, flaring out in an instinctual threat display. This many voices should NOT be coming from one thing. She stands up, and makes a low, quiet growling noise. Her stingers are fully visible, and her wings are spread wide, as if she's mimicking a Halloween cat decoration, but her claws are still sheathed, indicating she won't harm you unless she has reason to.

A smell, acidic and harsh, hits the air. The tips of her stingers are dripping some kind of strong smelling venom. She's assessed you as moderately dangerous, and has gone into full defensive mode, to see what you'll do next.

"mrrow?"

A strange catlike sound, not quite a meow, echoes through the area. A small, lavender-purple buglike creature with six legs and a cute heart patterned cat collar is roaming about. She looks very confused.

[🌸 heya!! i thought @rebeccatherupter would be a good first interaction since she used to be part of a hivemind! also she's adorable. who wouldn't love her cute lil' face?]

*The entity decends from the ceiling, eyes darting around for any movements... youre a little too small for it to have noticed yet.*

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!

She notices the strange red mass, and approaches it slowly, looking at it and cocking her head curiously. "mrrp." This thing looked weird! But it was moving, so it must be alive. And alive must mean a potential friend!

So she sat down, and waited for the mass to notice her.

(The sound of a cat collar bell jingles on the other side of the door.)

"mrrp?"

(Seems someone wants to be let in.)

@rebeccatherupter

*Tourist opens the door curiously, looking around for where the sound could be coming. He looks down and notices it.*

Tourist: Hey there, little one. How'd you get here? You're kinda cute, huh?

The little creature flops over, exposing its carapace belly, and what appear to be an extra set of legs. Everything about this thing screams "pet me! pet me!" It looks up at you almost expectantly with all six of its compound eyes. "mrrp."

...is it purring?

Tourist: Well, if you insist, lil one.

*Tourist crouched down to its level to rub its belly. He was curious about the critter.*

Its belly somehow feels soft, despite it being just as keratinous as the rest of its body. The creature's motor is running wonderfully, and is VERY audible. (purrrr... purrrr...)

...oh! There are four scorpion-like stingers on its back. It's keeping them away from you, though; it knows you're not going to hurt it. It also has... wings? Is it some sort of bug thing?

(sniff, sniff...) It seems to smell the presence of two others nearby. It looks at you, wanting to see them too. (Maybe it just wants more attention.) "mrrow?"

...it hasn't stopped purring at all, though.

*Tourist noticed and chuckled softly. He carefully scooped it into his arms and brought it into the hotel, looking around for John and Expendable.*

Tourist: C'mon, little critter! Let's go find some more friends.

It happily curls up in your arms, still purring. It's a bit heavy. It looks up at you again with adoring eyes.

Suddenly, the lights flicker. It immediately stops purring. Its antennae stand straight up. Its spikes rattle. Then it growls.

Something is nearby. Something it doesn't like the smell of.

It wriggles out of your arms, unsheathing its claws and putting everything on a full threat display. Its antennae are still pricked up, keeping track of where the danger is coming from. It's making sure you're safe.

*Tourist looked worried about Rush possibly coming. He made his way to a closet before calling for the creature.*

Tourist: Critter! We gotta hide. You need to come here.

The creature scampers over and into the closet, then waits for you. Its eyes glow like a cat's as it holds the closet door open with its snout for you to climb in. Its claws leave little marks in the wood as it makes an effort to be smaller, trying to give you as much space as possible.

*Tourist squeezed into the closet and closed the door as he heard Rush getting closer. He made sure the critter was inside by feeling around the small space with his foot. He sighed in relief when he felt it.*

...another presence, in the closet with both you and it. The creature growls again, rattling its spikes. Its claws are fully unsheathed now, ready to strike at anything that dares attack. It's dead set on ensuring your safety and security, since you were so nice to it when you first saw it. Anxious purring is both heard and felt throughout the small space.

*Tourist noticed it was on edge and stepped out of the closet, the first danger already past. He was glad it was with him or else he wouldn't have noticed anything.*

As it hops out behind you, its collar jingles again, and clinks against something- a nametag. Does it belong to someone? It bounds to you, happy that it's done something helpful. "mrrrow!" it chirrups, lovingly rubbing up against your leg while its motor goes into overdrive.

The scents of the others it had picked up earlier are growing stronger. It paws at you, as if to say 'let's go!' Then it starts walking, frequently looking back, making sure you're still following it.

*Tourist chuckled as he followed behind. He walked beside it so it didn't have to look behind itself anymore. He glanced at the collar it wore.*

Tourist: You got an owner? Or you wear that collar to tell people your name?

The creature looks to be deep in thought. She's trying to understand your words... Owner? Name? What do these mean?

She rubs against your leg again, as if to say 'I don't understand, but I'm glad you're keeping me company'. She's just excited to meet more friends!

*Tourist reached down to pet it. He tilted its nametag up to read it. He hummed thoughtfully as he continued to scratch under its chin.*

Tourist: Rebecca, huh? Cute name for a cute critter like you.

Rebecca lifts her chin to make it easier for you to scratch it. Her motor is very audible, and can be felt in her throat.

'cute'. She knows that word! She LOVES that word.

The both of you walk for what seems like hours. It's surprisingly uneventful - maybe the hotel's other residents are afraid of Rebecca, after seeing she can defend herself? Whatever the case, the journey is uninterrupted, and all the while, the scents grow stronger, until they become fully distinct. One smells like seawater and grime, and the other smells like holy water and divine love.

*Tourist turned a corner and almost ran head first into Expendable. He stumbled back and noticed John and Expendable were together. Perfect timing!*

Tourist: John! Expendable! Look at this critter I found outside!

John: Oh! What...is it?

Expendable: Why would you keep it?

Rebecca makes a VERY excited meowing sound. New friends! She trots gleefully up to Expendable, her snout twitching as if sniffing them, and plops down in front of them, looking up at them adoringly. "mrrp!"

She'll interact with John in due time. There's only one of her, and so many of them!

Expendable: You never answered the question, Tourist.

*Expendable crouched down to get a closer look at Rebecca. He paused before he petted her head. John knelt down next to him.*

John: She is charming.

Tourist: Her name is Rebecca. I have no clue what she is, but she's a loyal one!

She flops over, exposing her soft belly for the both of them. (purr... purr... purr...)

Her collar jingles quietly as she rolls around on the carpeted floor. She is in heaven. She feels safe with the three of them here, and she hopes to return the favor soon. A 'smile' of pure contentedness is on her face.

*John cooed at her under his voice as he rubbed her belly. Expendable smiled softly at the sight, getting a bit more comfortable about her. Tourist watched them and found the scene cute.*

"mrr-" She suddenly quieted down. She heard a distant fourth pair of footsteps.

Someone- no, someTHING- was slowly approaching the Expendable from behind. It hadn't stepped into the light yet, but its scent had immediately given away its location.

It smelled like dead things... and fresh meat.

And its footsteps sounded wrong. Too quiet, but too loud.

She rattled her spikes as a warning to the Expendable.

*Tourist saw it and gestured for Expendable and John to move. John grabbed Expendable and pulled him closer, out of Rebecca's way. He didn't know what she could do, but with out Tourist acted, he could assume she could do some damage.*

She purposely growls quietly, puts herself into a position to pounce, and...

GOTCHA! She leaps onto the thing, claws fully unsheathed, and latches on to it, immediately going for its neck, making growling sounds all the while. As it falls over, she claws repeatedly at the thick drywall-esque skin on its front, razor sharp claws slicing through with ease.

The thing makes a pitiful gurgling sound as it expires in seconds. She moves off of it, and drags the whole corpse back to the trio with her mouth, proudly dropping it in the middle of the group.

The corpse is surprisingly intact. She sits down, looking very proud of herself. Then, she looks at each one of them, as if expecting something.

Tourist: You did so good, Rebecca!

*Tourist picked her up and cradled her in his arms as he scratched her belly. Expendable walked over the corpse to get to Tourist and John followed shortly behind.*

Expendable: She's a tough bugger, huh?

John: Cute and deadly.

#rupterposting #scape and run parasites #rp blog #meow!#[🌸 yarmy!]#[🌸 since wall dwellers don't have blood her venom is useless against them]

A tiny grumble comes from her stomach. She's hungry.

She suddenly wriggles out of your grasp, dead set on the thing's leg, and immediately rips into it, tearing through the skin and lapping up the acids contained within. Then, she tears up the rest of the leg, ravenously eating chunk after chunk. Somehow, she keeps her feasting surprisingly clean.

The thing's meat is strangely soft, but very chewy, so she spends a while gnawing through every bite. She turns, taking a break, and looks at the trio, expecting them to join.

(The sound of a cat collar bell jingles on the other side of the door.)

"mrrp?"

(Seems someone wants to be let in.)

@rebeccatherupter

*Tourist opens the door curiously, looking around for where the sound could be coming. He looks down and notices it.*

Tourist: Hey there, little one. How'd you get here? You're kinda cute, huh?

The little creature flops over, exposing its carapace belly, and what appear to be an extra set of legs. Everything about this thing screams "pet me! pet me!" It looks up at you almost expectantly with all six of its compound eyes. "mrrp."

...is it purring?

Tourist: Well, if you insist, lil one.

*Tourist crouched down to its level to rub its belly. He was curious about the critter.*

Its belly somehow feels soft, despite it being just as keratinous as the rest of its body. The creature's motor is running wonderfully, and is VERY audible. (purrrr... purrrr...)

...oh! There are four scorpion-like stingers on its back. It's keeping them away from you, though; it knows you're not going to hurt it. It also has... wings? Is it some sort of bug thing?

(sniff, sniff...) It seems to smell the presence of two others nearby. It looks at you, wanting to see them too. (Maybe it just wants more attention.) "mrrow?"

...it hasn't stopped purring at all, though.

*Tourist noticed and chuckled softly. He carefully scooped it into his arms and brought it into the hotel, looking around for John and Expendable.*

Tourist: C'mon, little critter! Let's go find some more friends.

It happily curls up in your arms, still purring. It's a bit heavy. It looks up at you again with adoring eyes.

Suddenly, the lights flicker. It immediately stops purring. Its antennae stand straight up. Its spikes rattle. Then it growls.

Something is nearby. Something it doesn't like the smell of.

It wriggles out of your arms, unsheathing its claws and putting everything on a full threat display. Its antennae are still pricked up, keeping track of where the danger is coming from. It's making sure you're safe.

*Tourist looked worried about Rush possibly coming. He made his way to a closet before calling for the creature.*

Tourist: Critter! We gotta hide. You need to come here.

The creature scampers over and into the closet, then waits for you. Its eyes glow like a cat's as it holds the closet door open with its snout for you to climb in. Its claws leave little marks in the wood as it makes an effort to be smaller, trying to give you as much space as possible.

*Tourist squeezed into the closet and closed the door as he heard Rush getting closer. He made sure the critter was inside by feeling around the small space with his foot. He sighed in relief when he felt it.*

...another presence, in the closet with both you and it. The creature growls again, rattling its spikes. Its claws are fully unsheathed now, ready to strike at anything that dares attack. It's dead set on ensuring your safety and security, since you were so nice to it when you first saw it. Anxious purring is both heard and felt throughout the small space.

*Tourist noticed it was on edge and stepped out of the closet, the first danger already past. He was glad it was with him or else he wouldn't have noticed anything.*

As it hops out behind you, its collar jingles again, and clinks against something- a nametag. Does it belong to someone? It bounds to you, happy that it's done something helpful. "mrrrow!" it chirrups, lovingly rubbing up against your leg while its motor goes into overdrive.

The scents of the others it had picked up earlier are growing stronger. It paws at you, as if to say 'let's go!' Then it starts walking, frequently looking back, making sure you're still following it.

*Tourist chuckled as he followed behind. He walked beside it so it didn't have to look behind itself anymore. He glanced at the collar it wore.*

Tourist: You got an owner? Or you wear that collar to tell people your name?

The creature looks to be deep in thought. She's trying to understand your words... Owner? Name? What do these mean?

She rubs against your leg again, as if to say 'I don't understand, but I'm glad you're keeping me company'. She's just excited to meet more friends!

*Tourist reached down to pet it. He tilted its nametag up to read it. He hummed thoughtfully as he continued to scratch under its chin.*

Tourist: Rebecca, huh? Cute name for a cute critter like you.

Rebecca lifts her chin to make it easier for you to scratch it. Her motor is very audible, and can be felt in her throat.

'cute'. She knows that word! She LOVES that word.

The both of you walk for what seems like hours. It's surprisingly uneventful - maybe the hotel's other residents are afraid of Rebecca, after seeing she can defend herself? Whatever the case, the journey is uninterrupted, and all the while, the scents grow stronger, until they become fully distinct. One smells like seawater and grime, and the other smells like holy water and divine love.

*Tourist turned a corner and almost ran head first into Expendable. He stumbled back and noticed John and Expendable were together. Perfect timing!*

Tourist: John! Expendable! Look at this critter I found outside!

John: Oh! What...is it?

Expendable: Why would you keep it?

Rebecca makes a VERY excited meowing sound. New friends! She trots gleefully up to Expendable, her snout twitching as if sniffing them, and plops down in front of them, looking up at them adoringly. "mrrp!"

She'll interact with John in due time. There's only one of her, and so many of them!

Expendable: You never answered the question, Tourist.

*Expendable crouched down to get a closer look at Rebecca. He paused before he petted her head. John knelt down next to him.*

John: She is charming.

Tourist: Her name is Rebecca. I have no clue what she is, but she's a loyal one!

She flops over, exposing her soft belly for the both of them. (purr... purr... purr...)

Her collar jingles quietly as she rolls around on the carpeted floor. She is in heaven. She feels safe with the three of them here, and she hopes to return the favor soon. A 'smile' of pure contentedness is on her face.

*John cooed at her under his voice as he rubbed her belly. Expendable smiled softly at the sight, getting a bit more comfortable about her. Tourist watched them and found the scene cute.*

"mrr-" She suddenly quieted down. She heard a distant fourth pair of footsteps.

Someone- no, someTHING- was slowly approaching the Expendable from behind. It hadn't stepped into the light yet, but its scent had immediately given away its location.

It smelled like dead things... and fresh meat.

And its footsteps sounded wrong. Too quiet, but too loud.

She rattled her spikes as a warning to the Expendable.

*Tourist saw it and gestured for Expendable and John to move. John grabbed Expendable and pulled him closer, out of Rebecca's way. He didn't know what she could do, but with out Tourist acted, he could assume she could do some damage.*

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She purposely growls quietly, puts herself into a position to pounce, and...

GOTCHA! She leaps onto the thing, claws fully unsheathed, and latches on to it, immediately going for its neck, making growling sounds all the while. As it falls over, she claws repeatedly at the thick drywall-esque skin on its front, razor sharp claws slicing through with ease.

The thing makes a pitiful gurgling sound as it expires in seconds. She moves off of it, and drags the whole corpse back to the trio with her mouth, proudly dropping it in the middle of the group.

The corpse is surprisingly intact. She sits down, looking very proud of herself. Then, she looks at each one of them, as if expecting something.

(The sound of a cat collar bell jingles on the other side of the door.)

"mrrp?"

(Seems someone wants to be let in.)

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*Tourist opens the door curiously, looking around for where the sound could be coming. He looks down and notices it.*

Tourist: Hey there, little one. How'd you get here? You're kinda cute, huh?

The little creature flops over, exposing its carapace belly, and what appear to be an extra set of legs. Everything about this thing screams "pet me! pet me!" It looks up at you almost expectantly with all six of its compound eyes. "mrrp."

...is it purring?

Tourist: Well, if you insist, lil one.

*Tourist crouched down to its level to rub its belly. He was curious about the critter.*

Its belly somehow feels soft, despite it being just as keratinous as the rest of its body. The creature's motor is running wonderfully, and is VERY audible. (purrrr... purrrr...)

...oh! There are four scorpion-like stingers on its back. It's keeping them away from you, though; it knows you're not going to hurt it. It also has... wings? Is it some sort of bug thing?

(sniff, sniff...) It seems to smell the presence of two others nearby. It looks at you, wanting to see them too. (Maybe it just wants more attention.) "mrrow?"

...it hasn't stopped purring at all, though.

*Tourist noticed and chuckled softly. He carefully scooped it into his arms and brought it into the hotel, looking around for John and Expendable.*

Tourist: C'mon, little critter! Let's go find some more friends.

It happily curls up in your arms, still purring. It's a bit heavy. It looks up at you again with adoring eyes.

Suddenly, the lights flicker. It immediately stops purring. Its antennae stand straight up. Its spikes rattle. Then it growls.

Something is nearby. Something it doesn't like the smell of.

It wriggles out of your arms, unsheathing its claws and putting everything on a full threat display. Its antennae are still pricked up, keeping track of where the danger is coming from. It's making sure you're safe.

*Tourist looked worried about Rush possibly coming. He made his way to a closet before calling for the creature.*

Tourist: Critter! We gotta hide. You need to come here.

The creature scampers over and into the closet, then waits for you. Its eyes glow like a cat's as it holds the closet door open with its snout for you to climb in. Its claws leave little marks in the wood as it makes an effort to be smaller, trying to give you as much space as possible.

*Tourist squeezed into the closet and closed the door as he heard Rush getting closer. He made sure the critter was inside by feeling around the small space with his foot. He sighed in relief when he felt it.*

...another presence, in the closet with both you and it. The creature growls again, rattling its spikes. Its claws are fully unsheathed now, ready to strike at anything that dares attack. It's dead set on ensuring your safety and security, since you were so nice to it when you first saw it. Anxious purring is both heard and felt throughout the small space.

*Tourist noticed it was on edge and stepped out of the closet, the first danger already past. He was glad it was with him or else he wouldn't have noticed anything.*

As it hops out behind you, its collar jingles again, and clinks against something- a nametag. Does it belong to someone? It bounds to you, happy that it's done something helpful. "mrrrow!" it chirrups, lovingly rubbing up against your leg while its motor goes into overdrive.

The scents of the others it had picked up earlier are growing stronger. It paws at you, as if to say 'let's go!' Then it starts walking, frequently looking back, making sure you're still following it.

*Tourist chuckled as he followed behind. He walked beside it so it didn't have to look behind itself anymore. He glanced at the collar it wore.*

Tourist: You got an owner? Or you wear that collar to tell people your name?

The creature looks to be deep in thought. She's trying to understand your words... Owner? Name? What do these mean?

She rubs against your leg again, as if to say 'I don't understand, but I'm glad you're keeping me company'. She's just excited to meet more friends!

*Tourist reached down to pet it. He tilted its nametag up to read it. He hummed thoughtfully as he continued to scratch under its chin.*

Tourist: Rebecca, huh? Cute name for a cute critter like you.

Rebecca lifts her chin to make it easier for you to scratch it. Her motor is very audible, and can be felt in her throat.

'cute'. She knows that word! She LOVES that word.

The both of you walk for what seems like hours. It's surprisingly uneventful - maybe the hotel's other residents are afraid of Rebecca, after seeing she can defend herself? Whatever the case, the journey is uninterrupted, and all the while, the scents grow stronger, until they become fully distinct. One smells like seawater and grime, and the other smells like holy water and divine love.

*Tourist turned a corner and almost ran head first into Expendable. He stumbled back and noticed John and Expendable were together. Perfect timing!*

Tourist: John! Expendable! Look at this critter I found outside!

John: Oh! What...is it?

Expendable: Why would you keep it?

Rebecca makes a VERY excited meowing sound. New friends! She trots gleefully up to Expendable, her snout twitching as if sniffing them, and plops down in front of them, looking up at them adoringly. "mrrp!"

She'll interact with John in due time. There's only one of her, and so many of them!

Expendable: You never answered the question, Tourist.

*Expendable crouched down to get a closer look at Rebecca. He paused before he petted her head. John knelt down next to him.*

John: She is charming.

Tourist: Her name is Rebecca. I have no clue what she is, but she's a loyal one!

She flops over, exposing her soft belly for the both of them. (purr... purr... purr...)

Her collar jingles quietly as she rolls around on the carpeted floor. She is in heaven. She feels safe with the three of them here, and she hopes to return the favor soon. A 'smile' of pure contentedness is on her face.

*John cooed at her under his voice as he rubbed her belly. Expendable smiled softly at the sight, getting a bit more comfortable about her. Tourist watched them and found the scene cute.*