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A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings [P]

Postby crow » 06/18/2017 4:07 AM

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Skitter was in someone else's house. Again.

He couldn't help it. He was just so hungry. All the time, constantly--- it gnawed at him, creak creak creak, in the twisty wood of his trunk. His teeth ached, and his claws felt restless, and he gnawed his fingers just for some satisfaction, though it brought him none.

Before he met Dante, he did this a lot. Going into houses. Houses had food, and if there wasn't enough in the garbage, there was always more inside. He learned to open the locks with his claws. Dante said this was bad, Skitter had to stop. Dante knew a lot. And the house people were always screaming when they saw him. And things were okay for a while, after Dante found him, but now they were bad again, bad bad bad, and Skitter was hungry all the time. Dante too. Skitter didn't know how he could stand it.

Someone was screaming now.

Skitter turned, eyes baleful and wide in the glare of the flashlight, the remnants of a bone-in ham stuffed into his over-large maw.

He ran. He ran into the garbage. No one ever followed him there.




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Re: A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings [P]

Postby Indigo » 07/08/2017 6:39 PM

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Erskine had taken her to task for not bringing the sword, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. The thing was so impractical she couldn't imagine how Catriona had ever managed to kill anything with it—and in any case she wasn't sure this was a demonic situation. Arabella had never been intimately familiar with her mother's work, of course, but she was fairly certain "weird critter stole my ham" was not a supernatural occurrence. She had learned enough basic self-defense to protect herself from a lesser threat, and she'd brought most of her other tools, anyway. The black bag with all its pockets almost made her look like a professional. Hopefully her demeanor would take it the rest of the way.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It was something of a formality, because she'd already talked to the homeowner in detail about the problem to make sure it fit the pattern, and she'd been told to just come right in, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it; it felt like a violation.

The pattern. It was the reason she'd taken this job at all, because the break-ins were just strange enough that they might fall under her loosely-defined purview. All the marks seemed to indicate that the thief was an animal, but the people who saw them—it?—described them as a distorted humanoid. But of course, anything could look distorted when it scared you enough.

Someone yelled through the house for her to come in. Probably trying to keep out of the way, in case she roused a demonic threat—she did bill herself as a demon hunter, after all. She pushed the door open and went in search of the intruder.

What I love is
What I love is to hear you talk
Coming straight from the heart
Though you can't hardly walk
Nearly midnight
Honey for heaven's sake
Nearly midnight
Honey for heaven's sake

We're barely getting started here
It's almost time to go
Will time stand still
If loving you
Is all that I know?


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Re: A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings [P]

Postby crow » 07/10/2017 12:41 AM

Skitter had gotten good at hiding. It stopped the screaming, and also the hitting, when the screaming people got angry and grabbed for something to hit him with. He liked the hitting even less than he liked the screaming. He was hiding now, in the yard, in a pile of leaves, because there was no garbage. The garbage was in a bucket. He missed the city, where the garbage was in piles.

The leaves were good too. Skitter looked like a leaf. But leaves didn't go down deep, and it was hard to heap them back up. There was a dog barking somewhere. Skitter tried not to shiver. Shivering was bad. They would see him if he shivered.

His jaws were still clamped around the ham. He wanted to run, but it was still too noisy. He would run when it was quiet. Yes, that was a good plan.




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Re: A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings [P]

Postby Indigo » 07/21/2017 9:56 PM

There was nothing in the kitchen, which made sense: even a regular animal would be smart enough to leave the scene of the crime, at least for a little while. The homeowner had left things in the same disarray as the intruder had, presumably as evidence. Or because they didn't want to get potential monster spit on themselves, also a reasonable consideration, though given the appearance of the mess the creature's saliva didn't have any unusual properties. But she wouldn't want to touch even normal saliva so she couldn't exactly fault the logic.

She picked her way through the house, every room on the first floor; going upstairs might result in a conversation with her client, which she didn't especially want. People were weird about her profession and tried to talk to her about all kinds of horrible things, like a worse version of elderly strangers cornering her on the bus to tell her about their medical problems.

Maybe she was just a weirdness magnet. But she'd avoid those conversations when she could, regardless.

The creature didn't seem to be hiding anywhere in the house—another reason she'd remained down here was because she doubted the client would have gone upstairs if the intruder's presence were suspected up there. Possibly the thing had left to ransack another house, or possibly not. She stepped out into the backyard and surveyed it.

Leaves, grass, dirt. It smelled off somehow. She was no gardener, but she knew how leaves were supposed to smell, and the smell of these ones was slightly to the right of what it should have been. Not particularly "demonic"—which was to say, not in line with any of the things she'd fought so far—but not normal. She swept her tail through the leaves to see if it got a reaction.

What I love is
What I love is to hear you talk
Coming straight from the heart
Though you can't hardly walk
Nearly midnight
Honey for heaven's sake
Nearly midnight
Honey for heaven's sake

We're barely getting started here
It's almost time to go
Will time stand still
If loving you
Is all that I know?


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Re: A Series of Unfortunate Misunderstandings [P]

Postby crow » 07/29/2017 9:47 PM

Skitter wanted to fidget. Didn't. Leaves made noise when he shivered, and he didn't want that, no. Swish swish swish, and someone would find him, and then it would be bad bad bad. He remembered this. He would stay still, and quiet, and a long time would pass, and then he could go out and go away. Find Dante.

He was beginning to drool around the ham.

And then he went still, more still--- a light, noise. Voices. Oh, that was bad. Did they have dogs? He hated dogs. Dogs were loud, dogs chased and chased, and ripped. Dogs would fight him for his ham.

He couldn't see, but he could hear. Quiet footsteps. He couldn't shiver. They came closer, and he couldn't shiver. They stopped and Skitter stayed very very still.

And then, all at once, leaves were flying.

With a screeching cry, Skitter leaped free of the leaves, and cried again when the ham fell from his jaws. He clutched at it, and immediately tried to flee to the edge of the yard.




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