Eighth Spell * Vaarsuvius * [Accidental Video]

[explosive_runes]

[There is an explosion, forceful enough to turn the communicator on]

By the--

[Whoever was talking decided not to finish the thought, because now they were running, if the sound of skidding feet was anything to go by. The video shows nothing but dark red.]

Damnation!

[There's the sound of a door opening and slamming shut.]

[Nothing but heavy breathing

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[white_beret]

[The fuzzy ball that is Henry trills in confusion]

[explosive_runes]

[A purple cat nudges Henry out of the empty robe on the floor, giving her body a rough lick, and picks her up gently in its mouth]

[white_beret]

[Henry's chill, purring away as she hangs in the cat's mouth. The lick only encouraged her to trill louder]

[explosive_runes]

[The cat gets on its side, placing Henry on its belly, trying to encourage her to cling there even when the cat gets up. Come on, Henry. Use those belly muscles!]

[white_beret]

[Henry sticks, as tribbles are wont to do, looking like nothing more than a stripy clashing tumour on kitty-V's stomach]

[explosive_runes]

[The cat gives a very low purr of its own, licking the tribble once more before standing up, doing its best to not put weight on its front-right paw, and nudged the door, trying to find a way out of the dark closet. The cat was praying quietly that, should they be unable to escape and the the demon came into the closet, a purple cat and its stripy purring tumor would be unnoticeable.

By the elven gods, they were going to die if they didn't get out of there right that moment.]