sa-hareth | arrival (mingle log)

[groundrules]

WHO: Everyone ever + the local Sa-hareth squad.
WHEN: Arc I: Sa-Hareth arrival.
WHERE: Sa-Hareth citadel, salt mine, the old jailhouse,
WHAT: Our intrepid heroes get commandeered into the frosty unknown.
WARNINGS: the glorious undead, background House of Dew mentions, at least one person's terrible sense of humour.

Comments

[beitangmoran]

... Are you sure your translation device is working properly, young lady?

[He'll deal with what looks like the physical impossibility of a human having fangs and claws later. Right now, what they do not need is a fight, or a reason to be thrown out.]

Either help me take care of this mess, or get back to your room. I did not give you a third option because there isn't one.

Once again, if you do not want to be lumped in with us, the front door is easily accessible. Please use it, and good luck to you out there.

[plentystrong]

[ Catra keeps inspecting her claws as she actually weighs her options. The truth is, he's not wrong. In an unfamiliar place, it would hardly do to piss off her benefactors completely. She just can't help causing at least a little bit of trouble, her pride won't take it.

It's not as though she'll outright admit it, either. Instead, she groans and heaves a deep, dramatic sigh. ]

Whatever. Suit yourself if you wanna clean this mess up. I'm tired.

[ And she turns her back to him and all but saunters out the door, tail swishing lazily back and forth behind her. ]

[beitangmoran]

[Moran will ignore her long enough until she's out of the way. the thing with bratty teenagers is not to give them too much attention when they are in full brat mode, he has learned over the years, and to give them positive attention when necessary. So he'll ignore the drama and the sigh and not even watch her leave.

Once she has left, though, he will take a moment to sit down and rub at his eyes because, wow. This person looks like a hybrid between a human and an animal, which is a thing only in fairy tales, and now his brain is catching up with it and the biological impossibility is making him reel a bit.

Cleaning up the mess allows him to focus on something else for a while, at least. And when he's done he will inquire where the young lady's with the claw's room is, and he' will leave the now empty bucket with the washcloth right in front of her door.]

[plentystrong]

[ Yeah, see, the thing about the ears is, they're not just for show. Catra has an excellent sense of hearing, and smell too, so when she hears a clamor outside her door and catches a whiff of a vaguely-familiar scent, she goes to investigate.

She glares up at Moran. ]

Really? That's what you're going with?

[beitangmoran]

[He does look a little surprised to be found out - he did not expect it, but, indeed, he is going with that.]

You might manage to restore a little bit of goodwill if you go bring back the bucket. I would not waste it if I were you.

[plentystrong]

[ Now that Catra's had at least a little more time to get settled, it is unfortunately dawning on her just how out of her depth she is here. After all, she's in a completely foreign place that is stalked by the undead (and what is that all about?), where she knows no one, let alone their abilities.

She's got basically nothing, and, well, she does like survival. Gaining her hosts' favor might not be the worst idea. But, again, she's not about to say that. Instead, she just snatches the bucket and barks a command at poor Moran. ]

Go away!

[ Aaand she slams the door in his face. ]

[beitangmoran]

[Well then. That's... actually rather more encouraging than he thought it would be, so that's good. But this one is going to be trouble if her temper keeps flaring like that.

Moran does believe she's probably smart enough to not antagonize their hosts further too much. But now, he's wet and tired, so he's going to go rest and change.]