Stormy Night House Fright: Dev,Kelv,Zah,Misto,Kite

[Kitsani]

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After his ear-piercing yowl seemed to have successfully echoed to every part of the large dusty building, all that Kite could now hear was his own heartbeat. It thrummed relentlessly in his chest, a song being played at a terribly fast tempo. The moments seemed suspended in time, his heart harmonized by the pattering of the rain and wind on the windows, and more than once they’d let off this soft creak, and Kite feared they might break. With panes so dirtied and cracked, it was a miracle in itself that they even continued to cling to the side of the house. Tough glass. It was only then, when the Siamese let his thoughts of windows trail off, that the mansion came to life. As if the very house had known he had dropped his guard that one moment, a door slammed upstairs.

Kite pushed his back into the corner with such desperation, he only relieved some of the force when he noticed a couple splinters beginning to dig into his shoulder blades. Even the walls in this place weren’t reliable. He heard things skidding across the floor, and with the deep groan they made, they sounded quite heavy, and coming from an area pretty close to where the door had slammed. The blacksmith flattened his ears to his skull, not wanting to hear anything. All he wanted was to melt into the shadows. To disappear. Oh how badly he wished that would’ve been possible; he didn’t care that he shouldn’t be wishing for more things after already having ended up in this situation. He didn’t are about anything in the moment.

Yowling from upstairs, slamming doors, creaking floors, what next what next? His round eyes mortified at where he had ended up, Kite’s gaze flickered to the door in which he had entered. Suddenly, the storm wasn’t looking all that bad. His pirate name was Storm; he could deal with a bit of rain and wind and maybe even a crack or two of thunder. But this? Oh, not this. However even at the thought of making a break for it, the dawning realization started to creep along his spine like the ice that ran through his veins. He couldn’t move. Rooted to the spot, he felt too scared to move. Was it because of the lightning he heard faintly over the blood pounding in his ears? No, it was something louder even than that. Something was booming within his eardrums, a deep, creaking sound that seemed to fill his entire head.

Somebody was coming down the stairs.

But in that moment, somebody didn’t seem like the proper term to use. Something, for some reason Kite felt more comfortable thinking it wasn’t another living, breathing cat. At least if it was a ghost, he could take a pinch of comfort in thinking that it was just his imagination; he was just going insane. But the breaths he could hear very faintly beneath the sound of the storm outside shattered the illusion he desperately had tried to grasp. Was it the sage? Perhaps the murderer of the mansion had never really died. Perhaps he was next.

Oddly enough, his mind flickered to something outside the mansion and the storm. It was the first time he had thought of anything else since he’d entered the damned place. The Blue Bloods. Would they miss him if he were to die now? He daydreamed of the familiar crashing of the waves against the shore, and it seemed so surreal to recall how much even the ocean terrified him. Thinking of it now, he was scared of a lot. He was scared of Blue, the Captain. Would he notice Kite’s disappearance? Of c-c-course, the Siamese thought stubbornly, we’re all family. What about Ailish, that shopkeeper that had actually been quite kind to him? He wasn’t really used to having friends, not that he felt comfortable with using the term friends just yet. He still needed to learn a tad of trust.

It was then that Misto spoke, and the tom couldn’t even muster the whimper. It was caught in his throat. He listened to the words, but it felt like it took an eternity as he processed them one by one in his head. This cat…wasn’t here to kill him? He tried to wrap his mind around the idea, but failed quickly. He cowered quietly in the shadows, able to see the musician’s silhouette in the dim light of the filthy windows, but no details could be made out. The voice was that of a tom, probably very close to his own age. So his name was Misto. He introduced himself, and out of sheer need to be polite, the blacksmith managed to stammer: “M-m-m-my name i-is Kite…” It was all he could muster before his jaw clenched shut again, the horror still trying to run itself out of his system as he slowly accepted what was going on around him. It wasn’t as easy as the black-and-white feline had made it sound, meowing that Kite had no reason to be afraid anymore.

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[RushingWolf]

The room was such an eerie place already but with the added sensation that they weren’t alone in the house it became worse. Devyn looked around himself, trying to find anything to block up the doors. The dusty room was full of bookshelves and old lamps and even some desks. But once he had started moving a desk he had realized that a ghost could simply walk through the door. Blocking up the door with heavy furniture would only serve to impede his and the other feline’s escape from whatever ghost wandered in after them. And Devyn certainly did not want that. He left the things as they were, suddenly feeling restless in the room that seemed to have grown smaller in the few minutes that he’d locked himself within its walls. And instead of safety he felt more trapped than comforted. There wasn’t much he could do about that sadly and even being in the company of another didn’t help it much. It wasn’t that he was scared. No, it was more spooked and the house did have an eerie feel to it that unnerved even him.

He was beginning to calm himself. He could feel his heart begin to slow and just that calmed him more. He took this time to examine the other cat that was stuck in the room with him. Not much of a talker. Not like he himself was but still. And she was rude as well, not that he was one to talk. Though he wasn’t an all out rude cat he was harsh to most cats he met unless he had a reason not to. And most of the times he didn’t. Granted he didn’t make friends like that but he didn’t want friends. Once upon a time he’d had them and then they were gone. Just like that. He wasn’t one of those cats that enjoyed being alone all of the time but he just didn’t think he’d be able to handle being abandoned again. Devyn had barely survived the first time he had and he didn’t want to imagine going through it all again.

And that was how the two cats spent their time in the room. In eerie silence. Which didn’t last all too long given the fact that yet another yowl rang through the house. This one was muffled by the door but it was loud enough to be audible even from inside the library. Another chill ran down his spine, yet this yowl wasn’t as frightening as the first and barely gave him a scare. The she-cat’s words seemed to make sense to him then. Perhaps there were other cats in here besides them, other cats that were alive rather than dead. And if so they desereved some punishment for having spooked him. And of course Devyn wasn’t about to go easy on that punishment either, no sir. He’d give them what they deserve. Getting up from where he sat he motioned to the other feline in the room. If she didn’t want to help him it’d be her loss but he had a feeling she’d want to help.

As he waited for her he thought up things he could do to scare the cats that were surely there with them. Yowling and screaming were at the top of the list of course. And he could use his ghost grasping to open doors and throw things without having to show himself. He was getting better at it these days and was able to lift heavier objects too. All they’d have to do is act as though the old Sage hadn’t really left the house after all. And he had a feeling the house would be able to play its own part with his tricks. Once the she-cat was near enough he started to tell her of his plan. ”I say we scare whoever’s in here with us. Nothing too bad in case you feel bad. Just the usual creepy stuff that happens in places like these. Any ideas?”

[kelvie]

Kelvie's ears twitched with success as the tom caught on, proving she was right and he was being ridiculous. She crouched on two legs, leaning back on her haunches. She sat in silence for a while, listening for more noises in the old house. Sure, the noises like shrieks and random movement startled her, but she was sure of her fighting skills so if the cat was alive, and a threat, she could probably fend it off.

Kelvie pricked her ears at the sound of the tom speaking. "Scare them?" She grinned deviously, using a paw to pull the wrap of cloth from over her mouth. She leaped from the bookshelf, landing on two paws. "I have level two Ghost Grasping. We can scare their tails off." She said, her sharp teeth darkened in the dim light, but her smile was obvious, as it stretched across her face, her eyes lit up with excitement.

She had yet to really practice Ghost Grasping, but she was getting there.

[mysterykitten]

Zahara continued to walk down the mysterious corridor, pausing only when her sights rested on a strange door. It was a rather large dark gray door with a shiny white doorknob that looked like it was recently polished, though that was highly unlikely. But what peaked her curiosity was the condition of the door itself. Scuff and claw marks all over, a bit creepy, but the assassin decided to go in anyways since the door was slightly ajar in the first place.

As she opened the door it made an obnoxious creaking noise, which was a good sign that no one was in here recently to have oiled the hinges, which meant that no one lived in this part of the mansion…hopefully. When Zahara entered the room, she expected it to be messy, but not to an extent like this! Papers were scattered all over the place, not to mention there was an inch of dust on everything. The assassin walked further inside and picked up one of the pieces of parchment, letting out several coughs as dust flew into her nostrils, invading her trachea.

After waving a paw in front of her face of few times, the Tonkinese returned her attention back to the parchment. The majority of what was written out was schillings records, both subtractions and additions alike. When Zahara picked up another piece, it had something similar. Perhaps this used to be a records room of some sort? Or maybe this was an office… The assassin frowned as many thoughts entered her mind, but they were interrupted when the window in the room snapped open, allowing the wind to blow in, which cause the door she had come in to slam shut. She let out a scream of shock, dropping the papers she was holding, but quickly covered her mouth with both paws to keep from making any more noise.
Paws still covering her mouth, she took slow deep breaths, trying to calm the ‘hummingbird’ that was in her throat. ‘It’s okay.’ Zahara told herself as she walked slowly towards the window to shut it. ‘It was only the string winds that caused the window to open like that.’ Using one shaky paw, the assassin pushed on the window to close it, having slight trouble because of the wind resistance from the storm. She had to use both paws, but eventually she got the window to close. Taking a deep breath, she looked over to the now closed door. She was getting out of here that was for sure.

Taking when slow step at first, and then several quick ones, she reached the door and hastily grabbed the shiny white doorknob and turned it. Zahara had to shake the knob a few times, but she finally got the door open. The assassin guessed that that was the reason the door was open in the first place.

Rushing back out into the corridor, the she-cat turned around and spit in the area in front of the door. “Stupid door!” she hissed softly before looking away. “Stupid storm…” Walking back the way she came, Zahara soon returned to the railing she was at many minutes beforehand. Hopping up on top of it and sitting down, she crossed her arms and just sat there, grumbling slightly, but maintaining a statue-like stillness. She was really starting to hate everything about this house; the only thing that really kept her inside here was the thought that she might actually be able to scare some cat that wasn’t herself. But so far she hasn’t seen any other cats, only heard noises that give a hint that someone else is here, or she could just be hearing things and going insane, but that was highly unlikely.

(My fingers hurt... @_@ )

[icyreflections]

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[atrb=background,http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/libbyoc/forumblack.png] Misto’s hopes soared as the Siamese tom’s small voice broke the tension. His brown eyes flickered in the direction of the sound and he approached the other cat’s hiding spot more quickly than before. He realized that Kite was understandably upset and wanted to let him know that he wasn’t a threat. He touched down on all four paws and calmly met the hiding tomcat with a gentle purr accompanied by a warm grin. “Well hello there, Kite!” He said in an upbeat manner as he dipped his head into the shadowy corner of the room that engulfed the cowering tom. He was going to try to playfully acknowledge how useless it was to try an find a hiding spot after making such a loud commotion and obviously signaling his presence in the manor but he assumed Kite had enough time to mull over his mistake on his own and he didn’t feel the need to make the other cat feel any worse than he probably did already. So he instead mewed in a somewhat cheerful voice, “need any help? I could help you get out of here or keep you company until the storm is over,” he paused for a moment and considered his offer. It must have seemed odd that a complete stranger was willing to be so kind in such a strange place and Misto chuckled softly at the circumstance. “Oh, I’m sorry, Kite. I certainly don’t mean to second guess you or impose; we’ve only just met, after all. Uh, hm,” he quickly tried to find the correct words to remedy the situation. “Hey! Do you like music, by any chance?” Misto’s eyes gleamed amber as he thought about his violin- what a perfect way for him to get to know him better and take his mind off his current whereabouts. Misto was unsure whether it was the storm or the house that frightened Kite but he did know that music was healing and he could help calm the tom down without directly treating him like a kit or making him feel uncomfortable. Sitting a respectful distance away from Kite, Misto swung his violin over his shoulder and showed it to the blacksmith with a proud grin and a twinkle in his eye. “I am a musician,” Misto explained in a kind, soft voice. “I’d be happy to play for you.” He was just about to prepare his violin for a song when he heard the second yowl. It surprised him for a moment and he looked to Kite for a sign of recognition. Did he hear the sound too? It sounded like it came from upstairs but Misto couldn’t recall any signs of another cat in the mansion when he was up there. The thought about this for a moment and then he cheerfully concluded that the sage’s ghost could have been the source of the second yowl. The excitement he felt surged in his veins and he was just bursting to leave the room and tear up the stairs to investigate but his paws remained planted in one place. He looked to Kite and realized that he couldn’t leave him alone… could he? He didn’t want to be rude and leave him after offering to help him and play a song- but he must have heard the yowl too! Misto had to go check it out! He fidgeted a little in his spot as he carefully meowed, “uh- that could very well be another lost soul. I’ll be right back- of course, you’re free to come along if you want. Two cats are better than one, right?” He smiled at Kite and dipped his head respectfully before he turned away and began to head out the door curiously. Once again, the black and white tomcat stepped into the cool, dark foyer. Every now and again a clash of lightening would surge above and its white essence would seep throw the cracked windows and turn the black sea Misto stood upon to a blanket of snow. It took the musician a moment for his eye to adjust to the lighting of the new room and he made his way for the stairs. As he placed a white paw on the banister and looked up at the second floor, he noticed a silhouette shaped eerily ahead of him in the dimmed light. Misto could feel his heart thumping in his chest and the breath catch in his throat. His eyes were fixed solely on the shape in the distance and he was unsure whether to be afraid or excited. Here was his chance to finally meet the ghost that he sought for so many moons. It was so strange to finally be face to face with his aspiration and a mixture of emotions overcame him: excitement, anxiousness, longing… What was in store for him? Would he even be able to help the spirit like he planned? Would the spirit be as understanding as Misto hoped he would be? There was only one way to find out and that was to meet the creature at the top of the stairs. Swallowing any doubt that Misto felt in the few seconds that passed since he initially approached the bottom of the staircase and saw the figure, the gypsy began to boldly scale the steps, his vision never wavered from the cat in front of him. Wait… Cat? As Misto grew closer to the top of the stairs, the outline of a living, breathing cat became clear as day. Misto looked at the cat before him and although he was slightly disappointed that the ghost was still at large, he couldn’t help but grin as recognized his friend, Zahara sitting on the banister. “Hello,” Misto purred from behind and slipped his way in front of her with a grin. “Long time no see! Fancy meeting you here, huh? Are you ghost hunting too?”

[Kitsani]

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Kite kept himself cowering in the corner, trying his best to block out the creaks and noises and yowls from the upper level. Taking in a deep breath, he focused his attention on Misto; maybe if he concentrated hard enough on what this cat was saying, he could drown out everything else. He guiltily flinched at the musician’s boisterous hello, but slowly inched away from the corner. This cat didn’t seem that bad. After all, even if he turned out to be some evil creep, Kite decided he’d take his chances with somebody he was actually certain was alive. The thought of fleeing from this cat made Kite think of that expression: Out of the frying pan and into the fire. The only place to run was either outside or upstairs: two things Kite deemed wildly improbable. He was growing fond of this level of the house; the only one who did any wailing was him. Although, the paintings littered along the wall were creepy in the millisecond flash of striking lightning from between the curtains.

His glowing blue eyes flitted back to the black and white feline, ears pricking at his words. “Y-Yeah, music is nice,” he mumbled with a small smile, growing back a little confidence as his voice returned to his throat. Shuffling out of the shadows, he stood on all fours across from Misto. He didn’t like feeling taller than others, even though he was a very gangly, lanky tom. His goggles were lowered so they covered his eyes, glinting slightly in the moonlight as it reflected off the droplets of rain in mid-fall. The bandages that wove around his neck were loose on some ends where he had twiddled with them nervously, but none more so than the ones clinging to his thin legs. Slight bulged could be seen on either side of them where he stored the twin daggers he had forgotten about yet again, but they were so small you could barely detect them in the shadows of the dim room. They were simply there for throwing; Kite wasn’t one for paw-to-paw combat. The sandy-coloured fur at the top of his head fell in front of his goggles that rested on his darkened snout, and with a flick of his tail, he forced a nervous smile, that really ended up looking more like a grimace.

However, Kite’s heart seemed to stop in his chest at the suggestion of this cat running off again. No way! Somebody to cling to stubbornly wasn’t something Kite was going to let walk off, even if this cat seemed determined to go investigate these ‘souls’. “Why don’t they leave me alone…” The navigator whimpered quietly, barely audible as his round gaze followed the weaving banister. When Misto started moving away, Kite hopped to his hinds and trodded after him, swallowing back the desire to return frantically to his corner. Stalking after the musician, he twiddled with his bandages again, tugging at them nervously in the way somebody might chew their claws or bite their lip.

Each step up a single stair seemed to require all of Kite’s willpower, and only the thought of being stuck in here alone kept him following the tuxedo feline. Of course, just his luck this cat WANTED to find a ghost. Why couldn’t he have been stuck in here with a normal cat who was afraid of these kinds of things!? Oh well, at least Misto didn’t seem to have the makings of a killer.

Which was exactly what Kite found at the top of the stairs.

Letting out a pitiful squeak, he hid behind his odd companion. The cloaked Zahara had frightened the pirate… then again, what didn’t? But nonetheless, her proud demeanour and glowing gaze caught him off guard. It wasn’t every day you walked up creaky, haunted old stairs up to an even creepier level of hell to find a cat chilling on the banister of the dustiest stairs in which Kite’s paws had ever been. “Y-y-you two know e-eachother?” He mumbled, his ears low and his eyes looking even rounded behind the glass of his goggles. For some reason, this thought didn’t comfort him in the least. The crazy crowd was only getting weirder!

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[RushingWolf]

A smirk appeared on the tom's gray coloured face as the cat agreed to help him play pranks n the unsuspecting visitors of the house, a gentle flash of lightning adding to the deviousness that had appeared on his face. And it appeared that she shared his skill and was able to grasp objects through telepathy also, which meant that they could probably lift heavier objects if they worked together. This might turn out better than he had thought and hoped it would. Good thing too since the storm didn't seem as if it was going to let up anytime soon and he would have probably been trapped in the house with an insane spirit had these other cats not wandered in after him. Bad luck, on their part.

"We can use that legend to our advantage, and from the yowling one of them is probably a scaredy cat." he said deviously, his smile widening. He looked around, trying to find ways to possibly scare the other cats even further or perhaps a get away if they needed one. The dusty old room seemed to have nothing hidden, though that could be a trick. He had of houses with trick doors that only opened after doing some special ritual but were clearly hidden prior to that. He half doubted such a thing could actually exist but maybe it did. Now wasn't the time to go pondering about such things though, he had a mission to scare those cats and he would complete that mission even if it took all night to do so.

"Our robes will serve well on this, we just have to keep out of paws reach and with the amount of space in this house that shouldn't be too difficult. And with our combined ghost grasping we could probably make a lot more things move. Now come on let's get to work." he said as if they were actually on some important task given to them by the King himself rather then on some silly quest to scare a few helpless cats. He stepped to wards the door now, opening it as quietly as he could. From the crack he had made he cold see a few figures at the end of the hall that appeared to be the cats that they had heard in the house. And seeing the doors that lined the hallway gave the tom a great idea.

Almost forgetting that Kelvie was there Devyn began to open a door that was opposite of the door to the library but once he remembered her he quickly motioned for her to come over. Motioning to the door he continued what he was doing and after opening it quickly he slammed it closed with a large bang. Those cats would surely come this way now and he couldn't risk them scenting him so he quietly closed the door to the library, locking it so they couldn't investigate what lay behind it. Hopefully they would come investigate the loud slam so that he could play more pranks on them.