Cat Spirit 16! [Action]

[catus_carnival]

[If there's one thing that hasn't changed about Tao, it's her love of creeping and a little bit of mischief. Today, your village derpcat is around and about everywhere. Just what is she doing?

...Did that journal page just flip open from the corner of your eye?
...That wasn't where you put those groceries last.
...That's not where you hung your clothes last either.
...Where's that thing you were just holding a second ago?

You could chalk it up to it being a windy day. But she's even in the houses. How did she get there? That's another part of Tao that didn't change either.

That's right, Tao is going around the village, misplacing ALL the things. Feel free to catch her in the act, though she'll try to be stealthy about it. Or not catch her at all.]

Meowhaha...

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[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell was getting ready for the day, putting on the usual make-up and fussing with his hair when he looked over to see that his make-up was across the room.]

.....What.

[catus_carnival]

[Yep. Maybe you should go get it back.

And not mind the quiet catgirl on the ceiling.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Alright...just going to...

Thing. Ceiling.]

WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD ARE YOU!?

[catus_carnival]

Tao is Taokaka!

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

GET OFF MY CEILING.

[catus_carnival]

[unhooking her claws from the ceiling

falling nearby

and landing on her feet. herp.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[If there's one thing Elliot Nightray hates, it's people touching his sword. Sure, he was just going out for an innocent little walk, but he carries it with him everywhere, and when he suddenly notices it's not there? Well, he is far less than pleased.]

Wh-who...?

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Commence frantic searching? I think so!]

Where the hell did it go?!

[catus_carnival]

[It's behind a tree nearby.

Whether he finds it is up to him.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he'll find it. It wouldn't be very hard to spot a black blade outside, and he wouldn't give up until he found it. But that's not all he's searching for.

Why, he's searching for a possible suspect as well! No one gets away with touching his sword. No one.

Just... you know, give him a moment to find the sword.]

[catus_carnival]

[Herp.

Doo dee doo. She'll just be waiting in the branches of the tree.]

[isntyourfriend.livejournal.com]

[Ah! There it is. He picks up his sword and holds onto it tightly, and looks around for the culprit.]

All right, who the hell touched it?!

[Of course, he doesn't look up just yet.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so she did just have to transfer half her stuff back to her room a few days ago and somehow lost a ton of other things that she's still sort of fretting about, but... wasn't there a bra on her bed that she was about to put away?

Noel stares at the bed, dumbfounded.]

[catus_carnival]

[There was a bra here. It's gone now.

But at least it's on top of her dresser!]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Oh, there it is! Noel walks over to pick it up, but... it's a little strange.] Did I really put it here...?

[catus_carnival]

[YES YOU DID.

But Tao's waiting for her to turn around.

TURN AROUND TURN AROUND TURN AROUND. DON'T MIND THE CATGIRL ON THE CEILING.]

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[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[FINE SHE WILL. After she puts it away.

god it sure would suck if it was like those horror stories where there's a person on the ceiling waiting--]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[WAITING

/SCREME]

[catus_carnival]

[Awwwwwwshit caught. But she keeps smiling.

Just keep smiling just keep smiling just keep smiling

smiling

smiling...]

[rabidrapido.livejournal.com]

[catus_carnival]

["Hi" yeah right. She is not too fond of dogs, and will be slowly inching away from Repede when he finds her.]

Meow?

[rabidrapido.livejournal.com]

[catus_carnival]

[NO YOU'RE OUT FOR HER BLOOD AREN'T YOU

AREN'T YOUUUUUU

slinking away a bit more.

Hiiiiissssssss.]

[rabidrapido.livejournal.com]

Woof! Woof!

[catus_carnival]

[NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT

BRB CLINGING TO A TREE SOMEWHAT HIGH UP ON A TRUNK WITH HER CLAWS.]