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    [fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Music blared from a speaker in the corner, something Saxon had discovered on one of his occasional trips out of the mansion and over the bridge. He still had no idea how it was powered, but what mattered was that he had figured out the volume controls, and so now it was on as loudly as he could possibly make it. The actual music itself - a Kidz Bop CD - wasn't what mattered, it was the noise. It allowed him to block out the rest of the world and focus on his work, the weekly task that Ghostwriter had assigned him. Cleaning up the corpses.


    At the moment, he was working on scrubbing down the floor where he had just removed a body, though it still lay a few pawsteps away. It seemed that the German shepherd had been freshly dead when it had arrived in the Elite mansion, based on the darkness and size of the bloodstain on the tile around him. A bucket of soapy water and a sponge from the kitchen were all the tom had, but that didn't matter. He scrubbed hard, hoping that the blood would start to come out soon.

    [fancypost= bgcolor: transparent; border: 0; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]Eggnog was attracted to the loud racket coming from a direction he couldn't quite pinpoint. An irritated expression flickered across his face, mouth forming an upside-down 'v'. The kitten whirled around and began stalking towards what he thought was the source of the sounds. His honeyed gaze quickly caught sight of Saxon scrubbing the floor, nose wrinkling in confusion. His nose then noticed the stench emanating from the canine's corpse. 'Gross,' Eggnog stuck his tongue out at the corpse then waddled closer to Saxon. He might as well help - if Saxon finished then maybe he could turn the weird... thing off.


    Eggnog attempted to poke the tabby on the shoulder. "D'ya want help?" He asked, nodding towards the stain. He did a double-take when he noticed it was blood. His nose wrinkled even further. 'Eww.' That was as gross as the body. Eggy didn't want to help anymore, but he had already offered. 'Groooss.' He was gonna have to roll around in some nice-smelling things when he was done.
    [spoiler=info — updated 01/09]

    ignorance is bliss.

    GENERAL:
    ★ Eggnog Crème Brûlée | Egg, Eggy | Male

    ★ Undecided orientation
    ★ One month and a quarter | December 24, 2016 | Created January 05, 2017 | I FORGOT TIMESKIPS WERE A THING
    ★ Kit | No titles
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    ★ Can't hunt
    ★ Eats plants
    ★ Malnourished
    ★ Can't pronounce the rest of his name
    ★ Sickly
    RECENT EVENTS:
    ★ Joined the Elite
    PHYSICAL:
    ★ feline [birth/main] | health: 59%
    — a beige kitten with orange/honey-brown eyes and a brown puff of a tail
    — major injuries: does malnourishment count
    — minor injuries: none
    PERSONALITY:
    ★ Hot-headed | Trusting | Naive
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    ★ Single | ½ of nothing
    ★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor
    POWERS:
    ★ Powerless
    INTERACTION:
    ★ Message candarosa to plot
    ★ Trusts and looks up to others easily.
    ★ Easy Physically | Easy Mentally | A caterpillar can kick his ass
    ★ Will Starts Fights | Will Finish Fights | Will Bite Ankles | Doesn't Know How to Kill
    ★ Attack in #FFF3E6
    ★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions

    [fancypost=background:transparent; margin-right:200px; margin-left:200px; text-align:justify;]Bouncing a bit at the sudden poke from Eggnog, Saxon snapped out of his focused state and managed, if only barely, to avoid slapping the kitten in the face with his tail as he whirled. "Oh! My apologies, Eggnog. Well, if you'd like to help, I suppose.. oh, just a moment." The tom dropped his sponge and hurried across the room. It had suddenly dawned on him that although he enjoyed the loud music as a distraction, perhaps such a young creature might not. He fumbled for a few seconds with the controls, which were definitely not built for his paws, before finally managing to turn it to a low, somewhat tolerable level. "Where was I? Oh, I can do it quite adequately, but if you'd like to help, there are always room for more paws. Perhaps... perhaps you could find something to help with the stain? I'm trying to clean it, but there must be something." Although he didn't know it yet, Saxon would eventually realize that the best way to hide the bloodstains on the floor was to put things on top of them, as tile was harshly stubborn.


    — INNOCENCE LOST


    Eggnog bit back a tiny smile at Saxon's startled reaction. He quietly watched as Saxon hurried to the noisy contraption, faint confusion swirling in his caramel gaze. He didn't know what that thing was, and he didn't know how Saxon managed to acquire it, but it looked kinda cool. His ears twitched in faint relief when the tom managed to lower the volume, before snapping back to attention at Saxon's voice. The kitten nodded in understanding, head twisting side to side in search of something to aid in the feline's endeavors. Eggy's short tail moved side to side in contemplation. "Um, I'm going to get a sponge thing to help, I'll be back," he hurried away, moving towards the kitchen.


    He returned with a sponge, feeling prideful in the fact that he hadn't gotten lost. He soaked his sponge and began scrubbing dutifully on the stain, pausing only to ask, "Maybe we could put paint on it? Like... I dunno, find the same color as the floor and paint over the stain?"


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