Rat-King
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10/27/2025, 4:53:56 AM
No.6324128
The hand-headed housecat's head-hands clasp together, and then begin to make gestures as if doing sign language. You don't know sign language, of course, and if you did it wouldn't matter because the cat isn't doing any human sign language. But it is communicating nonetheless. "Hi Mr. Tom, we were watching over little girl. Please welcome now, the king says you will nest here, yes?" You hear in your mind, in a voice that sounds feminine to you, with a rather exotic accent. These must be those two envoys Haywood was referring to, and likely what he meant when using the word 'agents'.
"Hey... Can you understand me?" You reply, somewhat unsure. You run your eyes over both of these unusual felines, assessing their various peculiarities with a healthy dose of suspicion. You notice that when the head-hands aren't communicating, they aren't moving, and position themselves to be cupped together and open, like someone trying to catch rain, or accept charity. You think to yourself that the gesticulations almost remind you of something you saw from that Naruto show Edgar likes so much.
You hear a giggling in your head when it's fingers wiggle in response. "I am not a Naruto, Mr. Tom! You are laugh silly. I am name Low-Open-Palm, special envoy of Clay Colony Court. On floor name Uhrdzok The Mouser. We big you welcome yay!" She replies. Telepathic. Right.
You breath in deeply, and nod along. "Yes, thank you, good to, uh, good to meet both of you." You say, thinking for a moment to call them 'esteemed colleagues'. Then you realize you might as well have said it aloud, because the spirit is reading your surface thoughts, including this one. "Ok, well, I appreciate you watching over her for me, but I am going to rest soon. Do you mind waiting outside?" You ask, scratching the back of your head. You can only take so much of this spirit shit at a time, really. Fuck. Shit. You feel rude for thinking that where it can 'hear' you.
More giggling in your grey matter. The big cat on the floor rises up and does one of those long forward-lunge type of stretches that cats love to do. "Of course, Mr. Tom, sleep nice easy big. Little girl is ok, I fixed broken shoulder after am put you back together. Now she needs big nice sleep." Says Low-Open-Palm as she trots past you on your left, and Uhrdzok ambles past you at a more leisurely pace, made up for by his stride, on your right. Once they've both left, you heave a deep sigh. You were worried you might have hurt Ana when you towed her through that bank, and glad for her to have been tended to.
>Cont'd
"Hey... Can you understand me?" You reply, somewhat unsure. You run your eyes over both of these unusual felines, assessing their various peculiarities with a healthy dose of suspicion. You notice that when the head-hands aren't communicating, they aren't moving, and position themselves to be cupped together and open, like someone trying to catch rain, or accept charity. You think to yourself that the gesticulations almost remind you of something you saw from that Naruto show Edgar likes so much.
You hear a giggling in your head when it's fingers wiggle in response. "I am not a Naruto, Mr. Tom! You are laugh silly. I am name Low-Open-Palm, special envoy of Clay Colony Court. On floor name Uhrdzok The Mouser. We big you welcome yay!" She replies. Telepathic. Right.
You breath in deeply, and nod along. "Yes, thank you, good to, uh, good to meet both of you." You say, thinking for a moment to call them 'esteemed colleagues'. Then you realize you might as well have said it aloud, because the spirit is reading your surface thoughts, including this one. "Ok, well, I appreciate you watching over her for me, but I am going to rest soon. Do you mind waiting outside?" You ask, scratching the back of your head. You can only take so much of this spirit shit at a time, really. Fuck. Shit. You feel rude for thinking that where it can 'hear' you.
More giggling in your grey matter. The big cat on the floor rises up and does one of those long forward-lunge type of stretches that cats love to do. "Of course, Mr. Tom, sleep nice easy big. Little girl is ok, I fixed broken shoulder after am put you back together. Now she needs big nice sleep." Says Low-Open-Palm as she trots past you on your left, and Uhrdzok ambles past you at a more leisurely pace, made up for by his stride, on your right. Once they've both left, you heave a deep sigh. You were worried you might have hurt Ana when you towed her through that bank, and glad for her to have been tended to.
>Cont'd