furth . action/voice

[tacklepounce]

[ Today, there's a little troll girl out and about, looking how troll girls usually do; grey skin, sharp teeth, candy-corn horns

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[TOTALLY BEING STALKED]

[worstvikingever]

[He looks back over his shoulder.]

You know, narration kind of defeats the purpose of stalking. Pretty sure.

[TOTALLY STALKING]

[tacklepounce]

[ She perks up, standing straighter and dropping the narration for a moment to giggle. ]

It's not real stalking, silly! I'm much sneakier when I'm actually hunting.

[worstvikingever]

You hunt? Good for you!

[Of course where he comes from almost everybody hunts so it's not really a surprise. Just... a little odd to hear it coming from troll girl.]

[tacklepounce]

Well, yeah! How else will I get food and new pelts to wear? And blood fur painting with.

[ The most normal of thirteen-year-old girls. ]

>Nepeta: stalk the nervous calamari.

[cuttlefidget]

[Nepeta, you picked the perfect person to stalk. That is, one who will actually act like frightened prey! Daniel is, frankly, a little weirded out by this (especially the narration). He glances nervously back at her, makes awkward darting movements like he's going to try and run but is too afraid to, and turns a nice shade of frightened yellow around the edges.

HAVE FUN, NEPETA.]

[tacklepounce]

[ Oh man, she is loving this. Nepeta's got no idea what this guy is, other than really entertaining; she drops the narration to a whisper for stretches of a few minutes at a time, becoming just a little more silent and serious about this, sticking to shadows or hiding around corners. Her movements become more brief and fluid, too, enough to show that it's not always just for fun.

The girl's not letting up any time soon. ]

[cuttlefidget]

[Do cuttlefish have natural predators? They probably do, and whatever they are, that is just about how Daniel is picturing Nepeta right now. Logically, he knows she's probably not a threat, but the animal part of his brain is flashing warning bells all over the place.

And it sucks. So eventually he's just going to stop dead in his tracks like some sort of bright yellow deer and sort of. Glance furtively over his shoulder to see if he can spot her.]

Um, excuse me...?

[tacklepounce]

[ There appears to be no one behind him. There is, however, a flicker of movement a little to his right-- just a glimpse of blue fur--

BAM CATGIRL OUT OF NOWHERE ]

She pounces!

[ Unarmed, of course, but pretty damn good at tackles. ]

[grand_theft_moe]

[Chizuko begins to walk a little faster but otherwise shows no awareness of being stalked...]

[tacklepounce]

[ Nepeta seems to swing back and forth between serious and silly (always with obvious overtones of silly), sometimes playing it casual and sometimes just outright following the poor girl.

The further they get, the more she seems to be enjoying herself. ]

... the hunt continues as she toys with her target, waiting fur a moment to strike ...

[grand_theft_moe]

[Chizuko accelerates, until she is jogging under a tree, leaps, and deftly swings herself up onto the nearest branch.]

[tacklepounce]

[ The girl skids to a stop under the branch, though it's certainly tempting to follow. After so many years of hunting in the woods, she's a pretty damn good tree-climber, but it wouldn't be easy without her mechanical claws. ]

The human girl has made it to higher ground! The hungry kitty purrowls around the base of the tree, mewing up at her!

[ariesapocalypse]

You received things back, as well?

[tacklepounce]

Yesss, I got my clothes back! I don't have my claws anymore, though, which is too bad. Purrhaps Equius can make me new ones.

[ariesapocalypse]

I see. I didn't receive clothes, but I did get a husktop back.

[tacklepounce]

Really? That sounds a lot more useful! I wonder how they choose what to give back...

[made_this_town]

[Slick throws a trash can at her.]

[tacklepounce]

[ She scrambles out of the way well in time, but oh, now this girl is pissed.

And still roleplaying. ]

Hissss!

[made_this_town]

Dear grey brat, I hate you so much, please die. Love Spades Slick. [Just gonna look around for more trash cans here, don't mind him...]

[tacklepounce]

You're no fun!

[ But at least she straightens up and stops narrating, that's a sure improvement. ]