005; What do? [Video]

[unweeping_willow]

[This one's under a friend filter - a fairly generous one, but a filter all the same; if only to keep to keep it away from Xen.]

 ....I think someone threatened to dissect me.

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[nolongerhollow]

[Dracula has discovered his stowaway, who now sits on his shoulder as he hurries along searching for his siblings.]

Hm? Are you sure? What happened?

[unweeping_willow]

Well... Someone said they wanted to dissect me. And Madame smudge.

[nolongerhollow]

[Brief flailing. A black kitten chases his hand.]

Wait--what--who? Where?

[unweeping_willow]

Don't know; he had a mask. [Or something.]

/Unca Drac sighting

[nolongerhollow]

Was it on the Communications Net? Can you show me?

Yay for good uncles. ;)

[unweeping_willow]

[She nods, linking him to the conversation - after a clumsy moment with the controls.]

[nolongerhollow]

[He listens, and the worry on his face slowly turns into a smirk.] Oooooh. Admiral Xen. She's from all evidence just a moody, ill-adjusted curmudgeon. In all honesty she fears kittens as some sort of health risk, and probably fears the rest of us the same way.

...and she's fun to make flail and grumble.

[unweeping_willow]

"You're sure?" he asked; she doesn't look convinced.

[nolongerhollow]

"Look. If she causes any real trouble, pop claws and fangs and threaten that mask thing she wears. I think she needs it; she's so on about contamination that it must be a real concern. Besides, so far she hasn't done anything but unleashed lethal levels of snark."

[unweeping_willow]

[She smiled faintly, almost against her will; she still didn't trust Xen - looked too demonic by half in that mask of hers - but... she was willing to trust Dracula; at least for now.]