Obligatory exploration thread [Active/Open]

[finest_boots]

Who: Puss and you
Where: The straight hallway of the second house and beyond. Specify if you'd like to run into him in a specific room!
When: Day 005
What: Puss explores the house some more.
Warnings: None as of now.

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[finest_boots]

Puss was caught up in primping himself in the mirrors along the hall, striding confidently while he adjusted his hat and admired the reflection that had a few stunning touches added to it. His hat made a little fancier, his fur groomed a little neater. His boots just as dashing as always.

And then he noticed the scent.

He tensed, and turned with a faint hiss forming in his throat. Just a human but that smell.

"I believe that you, sir, are in need of some bathing, if you do not mind my saying so," Puss said, eyes narrowed on the stranger.

[subjuwhat]

Eight has been doing a very good job hiding from everyone and everything in this house. A difficult task, given that he can't use the shadows to his advantage.

He's not as slinky as Puss, nor is he expecting to find someone his size here, unless it's another sockdoll. Spotting Puss, he readies his own blade and gives a warning growl.

[finest_boots]

Puss hears the growl and sees the movement easily. And it's only the briefest instant before his sword is raised in challenge with a faint hiss of his own-- but he isn't, exactly, expecting something closer to his size than most inhabitants of the house are. In fact, it's considerably smaller than himself.

"Who goes there?"

[subjuwhat]

Eight doesn't look quite sure how to answer that question. It's never really occurred to him that he has a name.

So instead of answering questions that make his tiny head hurt, he charges at Puss with his blade drawn. Like a tiny jouster sans horse and actual braincells.

[finest_boots]

Puss yowls at the charge, but he's quick to act in defense. The blade is much smaller than his own, but he can still deftly block the blade. Which is, of course, what he does, the thin blade of his own weapon clanging against the other's.

[genki_heroine]

"Oh! A kitty!" Sakura Kinomoto was on the opposite end of the hallway when she spotted the orange tabby upright on his haunches. It was like out a fairy tale!

He was dressed up like a musketeer, too! Maybe this place wasn't so bad, after all!

"Wait for me, Mister Kitty!" Sakura waved from behind, picking up her pace a bit to catch up with the feline.

[finest_boots]

Puss tensed, stopping his trip down the hallway (as distracted as it was by the mirrors that showed him in even more remarkable shape than normal) when he heard the voice. He did, however, stop his confident stroll, and adjusted his hat-- it just barely covered the roll of his eyes.

"I do not wish to be rude, miss, but my name is not, in fact, 'Mister Kitty'."

[genki_heroine]

Oh, he talks! How nifty! Sakura gives the kitty-cat her brightest smile. "Then why don't you tell me your name?" At least she got the 'mister' part right. "I'm Sakura!"

She bent over a little bit. It was actually a bit refreshing to see someone who was shorter than her. Finally someone closer to her size!

[finest_boots]

"My name," Puss said with a dramatic, sweeping bow to accompany the words, "is Puss in Boots." The last part was important of course. He straightens up again with a charming smile, now that she was closer to being on level with him. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sakura. Though a young maiden has no place in such a dangerous place as this."

[alwaysaboom]

Ivanova was out looking around in the gardener's wing when she heard someone walking down the hallway. She turned and looked out the door and... oh, it was a cat... in a cape.

"Hello?" She felt ridiculous saying that, but this was probably not an animal by the look of him.

[finest_boots]

Puss ceased his mid-hallway preening when he was greeted by a woman. A much older woman than the other girl he had met here. He turned to her with a sly smile.

"Hello," he responded with a tip of his hat. "May I be of assistance to you?"

[alwaysaboom]

"That depends, are you a house creature, or another captive here?" Okay, so talking cats was not the weirdest thing she'd seen here, she'd manage.

[finest_boots]

"I am here against my will," Puss said with a slightly grumpy huff. "And I must therefore assume that you are the same, señorita?"

[is_not_number1]

Mello left the viewing room on the newest addition to the second story in somewhat of a hurry. The room's butterfly, after having been caught, had behaved exactly as the past couple of butterflies had; and though the apparent transfer of memories was both strangely fascinating and quite possibly significant, he wasn't entirely sure that he liked it. There was just something about having what seemed to be someone else's memories forced upon you that felt damn invasive.

But that didn't matter, and it certainly wouldn't stop him from seeking out as many butterflies as he could find. Ignoring them, after all, simply wasn't an option.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying his best to ignore the mirrors that lined the hall as he continued to explore the upper floor. They were terribly distracting, and especially so because they had apparently taken to decide that he was considerably better groomed and dressed than he'd ever actually been in this place

[finest_boots]

And a cape, Mello. Don't forget the cape.

Puss became quickly aware of the fact that there was someone watching him, further down the hall. Another predator, perhaps?

Quickly and decisively, Puss drew his sword, flared his cape, and turned briskly on the figure not that far down from him. Yet, it seemed to be another human.

"Is there anything that I can do for you, señor?" he asked, voice laced with challenge.