“You freaks…” the ratbug hissed, turning towards the group menacingly as the villagers all cowered against the walls of the chamber. “People here call [i]me[/i] a monster, but what are you? Where do your powers come from?” 

Before an answer came, Gwazi came forward with his attack. More prepared this time, though, the ratbug swiftly dodged the dagger, and, holding up its surprisingly agile limbs, it blocked Gwazi’s sword attack by grabbing his arms, and used Gwazi’s momentum to toss the boy onto the ground. It prepared to lunge on top of him, but paused when it was interrupted by Muse’s rambling.

“Listen, bub,” Muse spoke up. “You’re, like, probably not supposed to be here, so…” she stepped forward, approaching the beast. “If you don’t leave, we’re probably gonna have to attack you and stuff…” she threatened… sort of. “Got any, like, mortal enemies or something? Or maybe a… natural predator? I dunno. If I could get some sort of detailed description of a monster that can kill you fairly easily, that would be nice.” 

The ratbug tilted its head, not sure what to make of Muse’s words. “I don’t even [i]know[/i] you.” it growled, about to disregard her presence and face the roleplayers, when it hesitated, sniffing the air again. “…But your scent is different from theirs.” it stepped towards Muse. “Even [i]more[/i] bizarre…” 

“Woah there.” Muse stepped back, holding her hands up in front of her, palms out. “That’s uh… quite a schnoz you got there if you’re implying what I think you’re implying.” she commented. “I mean, you can smell who’s from your roleplay and who’s not? Hot damn. Ten points for evolution right there. Your GM would be proud.” she rambled, her thoughts rather evidently still clouded by the drugs that hadn’t quite completely worn off. 

The ratbug narrowed its eyes again. This strange woman’s words were complete nonsense to the creature. Deciding she wasn’t worth the effort, the ratbug returned its attention to Gwazi, lunging on top of him, ready to pin the roleplayer to the ground.

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MK cuddled up against Callum, purring as he accepted the roleplayer’s embrace. The cat seemed to know what Callum needed, and what he needed right then and there was some solid emotional support, even if MK was mostly just a cat who couldn’t do much more than cuddle and purr, for the most part.