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  • Hal stared in shock at the white tom, shaking his head quickly. "This artificial virus may not activate in her body but that doesn't mean it won't in your's. We can't risk losing you, especially when you don't have Petilla." The tom would me, grabbing the syringe and holding it tightly but carefully. "We're all lucky it hasn't effected Purple for now and hopefully it stays that way, but there's too much at stake." The tom mews shakily.


    Holly smiles a little at Trin's praise, feeling her face warm in embarrasment. It's short lived as an eerie silence covers the communications and she waits a moment before daring to ask questions. "Is everything alright down there?" The she-cat would ask tentatively, before turning to address Bailey. "Good job, bro." She praised, resting her non lamed paw on his forehead for a moment.


    Pestilence seems to have calmed for a moment and he looks to Deceit, noting her confusion. "You've never seen anything like this, have you?" The tom would ask, glaring briefly at Hal but the bicolor tom either doesn't see it or ignores him.

  • “Thanks Holly.” Bailey purred.



    Speed watched as PIM took off towards the mansion like a bat out of hell.


    “I think we’d better head down.” Speed suggested, sensing something was off.





    “Never in my life have I ever seen anything like this. We have medical syringes sure but not...body melting ones.” Deciet answered Pest with a sincere shake of her head.




    Trin took a step towards Hal but a red paw on his chest stopped him.


    “Yeah woah woah hotshot, Azure just saw you again an–where the f**k are your swords!?” Crimson exclaimed, her gaze at Trin’s side and the lack of a sword on it.


    “I lost two and a mother took Petilla.” Trin said, lightly pushing Crimson’s paw off of him.


    “A mother took it!? And now you want to inject yourself with the stuff that did that?” Crimson pointed at the dissolved corpse with an incredulous expression on her face.


    “Trin, now is not the time to get suicidal.” PIM meowed in a particularly robotic voice.


    “I’m not- just give me the syringe!” Trin growled, stomping towards Hal.


    “Hal. I appreciate your wariness, I really do. But I want to test a theory. I think I know who made this.” Trin said, extending his paw in front of Hal expectantly.

  • Hal took a few steps back, looking at Trin as though the alabaster tom had lost his mind. "Can't PIM analyze it? I really don't think injecting yourself is the right thing to do." The tom tenses slightly, as though he is ready to deflect or dodge if Trin makes a grab for it. The quick nature of Trin's desire is suspicious to the tom. "Could be from Turish?" The tom guesses attempting to de-escalate things.


    Pestilence doesn't really have any reason to trust Deceit but he rolls his shoulders. "I hate to agree with Hal. but..."


    Holly races down after PIM.

  • “Turish died 9 years ago.” PIM informed, invalidating Hal’s guess.


    “Actually no.-“ Trin turned away from Hal and towards the room with particular attention on PIM, “-Turish vanished 9 years ago. After her lab on Turish’s Pit was destroyed it was assumed she died in the explosion and if not then her vile beasties would have finished her off.” Trin meowed. His eyes shot over to one of the three fridges in the kitchen and the tom padded over to it.


    “But you see, Turish was a genius.-“ Trin opened the fridge and rummaged through it, “Far smarter than me when it came to biology. Especially, biochemistry, evo-devo, and pathology.” Trin pulled a glass bottle of red soda out of the fridge and kicked it closed. He bit the cap, yanked it off and spit it out so that he could take a gulp.


    “I remember Turish would vaunt to me, and only me, how she’d actually figured out how to get not only her beasties but every single pathogen, gas, and biological creation of hers to contain a safety mechanism that could not be deactivated.” Trin meowed, taking another drink from the bottle.


    “I have no memory of this.” PIM said somewhat snarkily.


    “Because I never told you and you’d already left. Back to what I was saying. Turish loved me, the feeling wasn’t reciprocated for obvious reasons. The last time I went to see her she was drugged out of her mind and mentioned that the safety protocol was based on DNA, one of the only things passed down through offspring. Now that I think about it I believe that was her trying to suggest something. Anyway, the nano-machines in her pathogens, the femto-machines in her gases, and the ingrained instincts in her beasties would instantly recognize two DNA patterns and not harm them. Only two DNA patterns with extreme prejudice; Hers and mine. Looking back it all makes sense why she was enamored with making her beasts able to instinctually read DNA sequences-“


    “Wait, you mean the Turish monster can read DNA? That’s impossible I mean to give an organic an inherent ability like that would be-“ PIM broke in suddenly.


    “Genius PIM. Seriously, the girl knew her stuff. She engineered a bird to instinctively recite pi. Now shush. What I’m trying to say is, Purple has my DNA. That demon over there doesn’t. If Turish is producing bacteria for them, it’s bad and I want to be sure of it.” Trin finished, gulping down the last of the soda and then smashing the bottle on the ground.

  • Thrush dips her head to Hal in gratitude when he refuses to hand over the syringe. If he had so much as raised his paw to give it to Trin, she would've fought him. "Kære, please...." Thrush meows, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She quickly clears her throat, continuing in a much more stern tone. "You are the smartest cat I know, but if PIM says she's alright for now, can we discuss this later? There are more pressing matters to attend to. Like clearing the place, getting your daughter to safety... Her." She narrows her eyes and shoots a glare at Deceit.



    "The mansion is not clear yet." Thistle informs aloud. "What are they doing down there? I haven't seen them move in a while..."

  • Trin cocked his head to the side at Thrush. He looked confused at first before realizing something.


    “House security measures, cleanse second floor.” Trin meowed loudly, looking up at the ceiling.


    “It’s okay for you all to come down now.” Crimson said into the comms.


    “Voice activation verified. Locking and cleansing second floor.” A robotic voice replied immediately. Soon after, the sound of shutters closing could be heard above them followed by frantic movement.


    “This isn’t the first time my kids have been targeted. I just needed to know what floor Purple was on so I could flood the other one with neurotoxin.” Trin explained. As he did so he couldn’t help but smirk gleefully. This was the first time in a long time Trin had actually felt prepared for a situation.


    “You could have asked me to get them to surrender.” Deciet meowed, giving Trin a side eye.


    “I’m sorry, did the cat who shot Eden in the chest just f***ing criticize my treatment of demons?” Trin growled coldly. Deciet smirked back at Trin. She pivoted so that she was facing the white tom.


    “Trin I’ve got you figured out. You’re not going to do anything. You’re too nice. Maybe at some point you had a bite to back up your bark but now all you are is a loud yapping–whaaa?” Deciet started to sneer at Trin and he in turned began to grow back but something behind him caught Deciet’s eye and confused her. At the back of the room, behind everybody was a feline sized deer-cow pantherinae alien casually looking over the counter. Trin kept his fury filled gaze on Deciet until she took a step away from him and made a clear show to look over his shoulder at the stranger. Trin and Crimson cautiously turned their heads to look at what had gotten the demons attention and were surprised to see that she wasn’t fibbing. There was a alien in Trin’s kitchen. The creature wore a white robe reminiscent of feudal Japan with a turquoise sash.


    “Umm....hello?” Trin merowed to the stranger. The cow-cat’s ears perked when they were addressed. Quickly but not too quickly, the alien turned around from their countertop search.


    “Oh! Bonjour monsieur, notre chérie.” The alien replied in a feminine french voice. Distinctly french indeed.


    “Salut. Who are you?” Trin asked her slowly. By now everybody had turned at least half their attention to the french alien except for Saraphina. Saraphina kept her eyes glued to Deciet.


    “Excusez-moi, my name is L’Anne. I am your Haven agent this year. I thought I would just pop on in and see if your food tastes have changed or if there was a particular snack you’d grown fond of.” The pantherinae said jovially with a smile.


    “You have a Haven agent?” Lexi gawked as she padded into the kitchen, having hurried down from the hill.


    “Oui. He does.” L’Anne replied swiftly and immediately to Lexi.


    “I knew you were rich Trin, but I didn’t know you were that rich.” Lexi meowed on the verge of letting out an impressed whistle.


    “I sort of forgot.” Trin meowed, scratching one foreleg with the other awkwardly.


    “That is the goal. We use portals with the utmost discretion to monitor you and your lifestyle. I apologize for interrupting you. I did not know you would be here. Is there anything I could help you out with?” L’Anne asked, cocking her head.


    “Could you go upstairs and start removing any bodies you see?” Trin asked, pointing up at the ceiling.


    “Certainly.” The cow cat said, dipping her head to Trin and walking out of the room.


    “Pest, Saraphina watch Deciet. But don’t kill her. Yet.” Trin instructed.


    “Why them?” Deciet scoffed, somewhat offended.


    “Because they’re the ones who hate you the most. And the rest of us need to get dressed for Eden’s funeral.” Trin hissed acridly in Deciet’s face, making her recoil. After a second of glaring at the demoness, Trin turned his attention to his daughter.


    “Purple, you still have your white dresses?” Trin asked. His daughter nodded her head in response.


    “Perfect. There’s a orange she-cat with a limp. Her name is Holly. Give her one when she gets down here she should be your size.-“ Trin put a paw on his ear that had a comm in it, “-Thistle, when you get down here come to my room. I have something that should fit you.” Trin meowed curtly. Without another word the tom left the kitchen, leaving the others left to look at each other.



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    Meanwhile with Flame and co.....



    “Thank god we’re here.” Callista meowed, letting out a long relived sigh. Looking up at the building in front of them the sign read: Giant Administration Building. Hunter and Penny, the two of which had been separated to opposite sides of the group had been bickering the entire way here. Literally the entire way. It was just back and forth scowls, insults, and hissing even though they were split up. Hunter stood next to Flame on one side of the group while Penny was next to Vixen on the other side.


    “Can we ditch the b***h now?” Hunter grumbled rhetorically.


    “At least then I wouldn’t have to look at the half naked sack of waste you call a body.” Penny shot back at Hunter angrily.


    “At least I still have a body, no thanks to you!” Hunter spat.


    “YOU BLEW UP! You literally blew up!” Penny exclaimed exasperatedly.


    Stalker and Aceline shared an aloof expression and kneaded their paws awkwardly.

  • "Watch, sure thing boss." Pest would utter to Trin, watching the demon boredly. She wasn't stupid, she wouldn't try and escape right now.


    "So are you still going to break my legs if I lay a paw on you?" The tom would ask, the beginnings of a sneer on his muzzle as he cast a harsh but curious glare at the she-demon in question.


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    Holly made it down to the house and did indeed have a very noticeable limp. Descending the slope had left her tired from the extra effort needed for her wounded forelimb. Practically out of breathe, she'd pant heavily.


    To her surprise it seemed like nobody on their side had been injured, although there were a couple roasted or melted corpses around.

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    Flame wanted to scream, after walking for what could've been more than an hour; they still bickered like kits. "Can you guys just act your age and be quiet so that you don't make these people turn us away just by the state of the pair of you?"

  • “Oh Pest. If you want to do me all you need to do is ask.” Deciet purred, smirking at the tom.


    “Where’s my mate?” Saraphina asked coldly, not liking Deciet’s smugness. She was their captive.


    “I’m not sure who you’re referring to.” Deciet meowed with faux innocence, cocking her head at Saraphina.




    While Saraphina began to growl at Deciet, Purple padded back into the kitchen in a white dress that went up to her neck. An identical dress was draped over her back.


    “You must be Holly. This dress should fit you. It stretches a little bit.” Purple meowed with a smile, turning to the side so Holly could take the dress.


    “My Dad also said that he’s got something Thistle can wear.” Purple informed.



    “Thrush, come with me, you’re about my size.” Crimson meowed to the dark furred she-cat as she passed her.



    “Where’s. Hunter?” Saraphina growled, narrowing her eyes at Deciet.


    “Oh! You mean my mate. He couldn’t be in safer paws.” Deciet meowed, emphasizing the word ‘my’ by putting her paw on her chest.


    “You’re a coquettish caitiff!” Saraphina yowled angrily, flames licking at the back of her teeth.


    “I...don’t know what that is.” Deciet replied back with a cock of her brow.


    “Where is my infedelitous mate upon who’s injudicious alacrity I inculpate on your perfidy, demon.” Saraphina growled, taking a step towards Deciet with smoke falling from her bared teeth. With a glare strong enough to make a cow faint, Saraphina dropped the ice cube in her mouth to the ground. The action immediately set her entire mouth ablaze, with flames pouring out the sides of her muzzle as if the she-cat was a revving hot rod or some kind of vengeful furnace.


    Whaat?“ Deciet asked, her pupils shrinking at the evident rage she had inspired with Saraphina. The demonic looked to Pestilence in hopes that he’s at least translate what Saraphina said.


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    Meanwhile with the other group...



    “Yes. Please stop arguing.” Aceline chimed in, looking at both parties pleadingly.


    “If she would just-“ Hunter started to say.


    “Shut it.” VIXEN stated sternly.


    “Could you at least act proper in front of your daughters?” Vixen asked the brown and pink tom, cocking her head quizzically. Hunter opened his mouth to retort but said nothing. His gaze went over to Rum and her sisters for a second before he closed his mouth and looked at the ground.


    “Thank you. Now let’s go.” Vixen meowed with a sigh of relief. With a new found silence among them, Vixen lead them into the building. It was more akin to a museum than a place of government. A gigantic bone hung from the ceiling, younglings ran around looking at different posters and video screens. And tour guides could be seen leaving and coming back into the building with their own groups of tourist.


    Vixen padded right past the reception desk however and started to scale a set of steps leading to a second floor.

  • "Do you? I'd sooner, kill you." The dark tabby would respond angrily, pelt spiking slightly at the suggestion of infidelity.

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    "Yes, that's me." Holly responded, deflating slightly at the mention of the dress stretching. Was Purple suggesting she had gained weight? The she-cat wondered, looking at her slightly protruding ribs.


    Taking the dress gently from Trin's daughter, she'd attempt to put on the dress, struggling with her bad leg. Pain evident on her face, she manages to sleep into the dress, her frame seeming frame beneath it.

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    Pestilence cocked his head to the side at Deceit, allowing her to think for a tense moment that he wouldn't help her. He'd messed with the debenary before and he didn't seem much benefit to trifling with Saraphina.


    "She's asking you where her, mate, who has been unfaithful because of your demonic leg spreading, is." Pestilence finally answered her silent plea, gazing at her like she was some kind of idiot.

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    Flame follows after Vixen, sensing that she at least knew what she was doing. This building sure looked weird for a headquarters, but he wasn't really in a position to judge.


    Wordlessly, the tom dipped his head in a silent thank you to Hunter for keeping quiet.

  • “You look pretty!” Purple chirped, giving Holly a smile.


    “Angelic funeral colors are white, and it’s especially disrespectful to not wear white to an En’s funeral.” Purple informed Holly with a nod. She peered last Holly to the light brown tom half behind her.


    “Hi there!” Purple meowed in a friendly tone.


    “Hi.” Bailey responded, flicking his eyes up to Purple and then away from her.


    “I think I may have some old clothes for you. What size dress do you wear?” Purple asked innocently but with a mischievous smirk.


    “I don’t wear a-! Dress.” Bailey exclaimed with wide eyes at first, then finished in a low voice.


    “Gotcha.” Purple whispered with a smile.





    Deciet listened to what Pest had to say before giggling.


    “Well he’s kissed me. He’s slept in my bed. Pretty sure he smells like my fur right now. And I’ve got some stains in my room that would prove just who he belongs to.” Deciet purred devilishly with a s**t-eating grin aimed right at Saraphina.


    “Liar!” Saraphina growled, her glare faltering ever so slightly.


    “Why would I lie? I already have him.” Deciet meowed, shrugging and sitting down nonchalantly. Saraphina shook her head ‘no’ as a silent plea to convince herself Deciet was just being her true decietful self.


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    Meanwhile with Hunter and co...


    Vixen padded her way around the second floor of the building casually. Unlike the first floor, the second floor was like your normal government building with offices and not much else. While humming to herself Vixen led them to an unmarked door. Without knocking the droid opened the door and went in.


    “Hello, I am guardian VIXEN. We have an urgent request that you prepare all the giants for an imminent attack.” Vixen explained.


    “Who the hell are you?” The six legged female behind the desk asked in near disgust, her mouth open and a brow cocked questioningly.

  • Thistle stuck by Holly's side the entire walk down to the mansion. Her limp is worrying, but she doesn't seem to be in any pain. Or maybe she's gotten good at hiding it. He'll have to mention this to PIM later. He doesn't have enough time to assess the situation in the freezer when names are called and animals are ushered away to be fitted for clothing. "Um, can you point me to your father's room?" The tom asks Purple before she wanders too far.



    Even while Trin had assigned Saraphina and Pest to wath Deceit, Thrush's glare didn't falter. She notes the slight shift in her expression when Saraphina goes Debenary rage-mode, complete with fire and ranting like she just ate a thesaurus. Thrush knows what her kind is capable of and trusts her to swiftly end the demon if needed. Pest, well... he can handle himself in a fight. Crimson's voice pulls her from her thoughts, just barely able to comprehend the command to follow amidst the bickering and her own internal discussion. Thrush slings her weapon over her back and trails after Crimson.

  • “Yeah, up the stairs. First door on the left. It’s a black door.” Purple directed Thistle with a point of her paw towards the stairs.



    Crimson lead Thrush to her bedroom just off the living room at the rear of the house. The room’s main color was a pale turquoise with gray accenting. Crimson gestured with her tail for Thrush to make herself comfortable on the bed or a bean bag chair while she started very to rumage through a walk in closet.


    “So, tell me about yourself Thrush!” Crimson called out from the closet amidst the noise of hangers moving.

  • Thistle dips his head to Purple. "Thanks." He mews. Up the stairs he goes, tiptoeing around the charred corpse and now drying blood pool. At the top, he looks left and right down the hall. He spots the black door, but just to be safe he does a quick check with his soul sight. There are two on this floor, presumably Trin in his room and a light grey on the other end of the floor. The tom knocks on the door before opening it and stepping in. "Trin? Who else is in the house?"


    Thrush walks into Crimson's room, glancing about. It's nice. Pretty colored walls, a bed looks more comfy than anything she's ever slept on. She jumps up onto the bed, sitting with her tail neatly covering her paws. "My brother, Thistle, and I are originally from Earth. Born, raised in and conquered one of the worst Zones of that sh*thole. My first language isn't Paraversian..." Thrush eyes a shiny trinket lying on a nearby table. "If you keep up with the news or a certain, quote-unquote, reality tv show, I don't need to tell you any more."

  • "Thanks." The orange she-cat would offer, her voice soft as she took another moment to look at her form. She clearly hadn't been taking care of herself, her pelt wasn't clean as it used to be and her dress was slightly bigger than herself.

    When the she-cat began to suggest that Bailey should wear a dress, she shrank back slightly, it only seemed like teasing but the tom had enough teasing as of late.


    "He's a tom, can't expect him to wear a dress." The girl would utter softly, giving he tom in question a weak smile.


    "I think it might be our job to keep her quiet, though I'm sure Hunter's opinion of us might be lowered if we hurt her." The dark ginger tom offered, shrugging his shoulders at the debenary. If Deceit was going to act this way then he could honestly give half a rat's ass about her. For all he cared, Saraphina could toast her.


    Flame would frown slightly, "The demons are planning to attack the giant's immenintly, the tom would offer, staying calm in the face of the arachna-cat's attitude.

  • Trin was lying belly up on a blue bed when Thistle knocked on the door. He looked up in time with the tom’s entrance.


    “That’s just my haven agent cleaning up the bodies.” Trin meowed, rolling off the bed and onto the blue carpet rug. The room’s carpet was white and the walls were brushed dark gray platinum, but everything else that could be blue was blue. The bedsheets were blue, the window blinds were blue, the ceiling fan was blue, even the pictures were framed with blue frames.


    “Thistle, I’ve got a question.-“ Trin meowed as he padded over to his closet, “Why do you trust Holly?” The tom asked while he pulled a white cloak out of his closet. He tossed the cloak over to Thistle while he continued to look through his closet.





    “Hmm. I don’t keep up with shows, but I think I get the gist.” The Red sheline meowed.


    Crimson came out of her closet with a white gown draped over her back and some evening gloves on her muzzle.


    “It’s either this or a latex dress. I’m not a big fan of clothing. Apologies.” She said, shrugging the dress off her back and setting the gloves down.


    “Trin’ll love the gloves though.” Crimson added on and then took a seat on the bed.








    “You touch me, and Filament’s family dies. They’re next on the hit list and I’m the only one who can stop that from happening.” Deciet said, clearly content with her leverage.



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    Meanwhile with the other group....



    “And I should...just believe you?” The six legged alien asked skeptically.


    “Any reason I shouldn’t have security escort you out right now?” The alien asked, laying her head on her desk with an amused smirk.

  • "Why do I..." Thistle murmurs to himself before humming softly, pondering the question. "I dunno. Maybe it's because of how close I've gotten to her since she's been around, realized how nice she is." The cloak lands at his paws and he tries it on, looking at himself in the mirror. His expression darkens. "Maybe it's because I know she won't have the courage to betray us. She has Bailey now, that's all she's been wanting, but where would she go if she wanted to leave? Where could she go? The Bastard probably won't take her back, and she's made it clear how much she despises him."



    "No need to apologize. I'm not fond of them either. The few times I've had to wear clothes while traveling with Trin, I was never comfortable." Thrush hops off the bed, staring at the white gown and letting out a short, amused chuckle. "All dresses, strangely enough. Wait- no, there was a prison uniform that one time." She pulls the skirt of the dress over herself, pushing her head and forelegs through the head-hole and arm-holes respectively. The she-cat prefers looser fitting clothing if she has the option, something where she can move unhindered. Whatever 'latex' is, it doesn't sound remotely comfortable. When the garment is on, she smooths out the fabric and pulls on the gloves. Thrush looks down at her paws, lifting one and stretching her digits underneath the white silk curiously. "Will my friend be welcome at the funeral? I want to make sure she's safe while surrounded by Angels."

  • "I can't believe you'd use my own family like that." Filament would utter, slightly shocked. He didn't really have much of a family to speak of, just his parents, but the suggestion was still morbid to him. "It's a good thing that nobody as sick as you have you captive right now. If I were you I'd be a bit appreciative of how well we've been treating you." He knew that she wouldn't care and would just take advantage but he didn't really care.

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    Flame would look a bit desperate as the she-bug was hanging everyone's life over their heads. "Vixen is a guardian, and the demon admiral is targeting giants." The tom would mew softly, being as submissive as he could.

  • “Yeah they always cut feline dresses so tight. Vern especially.” Crimson meowed in agreement with Thrush while she put the gown on.


    When Thrush asked her question Crimson paused in thought for a minute.


    “Oh you mean the wolf? Yeah, she’ll be fine. Angels adopt demons all the time. Put her in white, make sure she doesn’t do anything demon-like, and she’ll be fine.” Crimson meowed reassuringly.





    “I was tackled into a metal cabinet and I’m soaking wet after I came here to save Trin’s daughter. Exactly what should I be appreciative of? You not killing me? I spared you guys last time and the time before that. You’re welcome. And I’m not using your family, I’m making it very clear to your dense mind that if I die, demons are going to put three bullets in your parents’ heads. Just ask the huntresses’ parents.” Deciet growled, laying on her belly and rolling her eyes in annoyance at the end.


    “What?” Lexi asked, suddenly interested in what Deciet had to say.


    “Your parents are dead, keep up.” Deciet growled disinterested, no longer wanted to mince words or tease the group.


    “What!? No no, there’s no wa-“


    “Interspecies couple, Sasha Vettor and Frank Vettor, your father was a horned nightcrawler. Executed in their condo a few days back.” Deciet cut Lexi off and neutrally explained who the huntresses’ parents were.


    “Hunter’s kits. Dead. Vern. Dead. The armory twins. Dead. Two of Mute’s children as well. Filament’s will be next.” Deciet meowed in a bored tone.






    “I’d encourage you not to forget that I was able to flirt her under the table within a few minutes. I don’t trust her. I think that if given the chance she’d betray us. So watch her.” Trin meowed neutrally, coming out of the closet with a white cloak as well. His had golden trimming and lacked a hood unlike Thistle’s. He also had a pair of white wings folded against his torso. Judging by the wings stillness they were certainly fake but they were made to look extremely real.


    “I’m tired of losing friends because I thought I could trust those around me.” Trin meowed darkly as he headed towards the door.



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    Meanwhile with Flame and co...



    “...I’ll humor you because I’m quite bored.” The six legged she-alien said, giving a shrug. She readjusted herself in her chair, clicked a few times on her keyboard before putting her attention back on the group.


    “How old are they?” The alien asked Flame and Aceline, using her eyes to gesture to Hunter’s kits and Hatch.

  • Hal looked over at Lexi, for a moment unsure of how to comfort the huntress in a non-intrusive way. His instincts told him not to even touch her back with his tail and so he cast a tentative glance at her. Frozen by his lack of emotional confidence and completely unable to do or say anything. What a waste.
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    Filament's frown turned into a harsh glare. "You said you would stop them from getting killed last time." The tom would utter, voice beginning to lower in anger. "There are worse things we could do than kill you." With that, he'd leave the room, too angry to remain coherent and aware that further discourse would only embarrass him.

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    Pestilence rolled his shoulders easily, striding toward the demonic she-cat and feigning like he would slap her across the face with a sheathed paw. He was tired of listening to her disgusting disinterested bragging about murder, and unfaithfulness. He might just hurt her for real if she didn't stop soon.

    "What makes you think I give a shit about Filament's family?"

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    Before Flame could respond, Hatch broke the silence, "I'm a lot of days old, probably at least one month." The small gingerish tom would offer boldly, earning a visible cringe from Flame.

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    Shaking his head, he'd answer the six-legged alien. "I believe that our speaker over here is a couple months and the others are all around 7-8 months." The ginger tom answered, with as much certainty as a previous dead tom could deduce.

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  • "Noted. Anything I need to know about Angel funerals? I've only been to two funerals in my life, both of which were impromptu and informal." Thrush questions, disinterested eyes looking herself over in a nearby mirror. White isn't her color. It makes her stand out. "Why not just paint a big target on me back while we're at it?" Still, she has to remember this is an Angel funeral. They like to make everything look pure or whatever. It'll most likely be her fur color that makes her stand out this time. "Any etiquette I need to follow? Do I need to leave an offering? A meaningful trinket or money? She had to turn over any weapons while we were in prison so those are long gone. Should I buy a new one to offer her parents?"



    "I'll watch her." Thistle replies, matching Trin's serious tone as he pads out of the room. He remembers Thrush going off about how bad that mission went. She and Trin were supposed to be posing as a newly married couple and within minutes their cover was almost blown because he and Holly wouldn't stop flirting. The young tom scowls. Back home, Thrush would push everyone away. Hey, you won't have the threat of backstabbing friends or lovers if you never had them in the first place. She was right, yet he never followed that rule. He always gave others a chance. That's how they ended up with their little circle of friends, including Adrianna and, he's come to regret this decision now, Devin. Maybe this is Trin trying to tell him that he's too trusting.