[ eighth floor... that should be right above hers, then. so it doesn't her too long to get up there, donning a fuzzy christmas sweater and everything. ]
How did you even lose a door? Did you get lost or something?
[ The creature in her arms wiggles about like an energetic dog, Kleken standing himself to the side and well away from the swinging range of both woman and tentacle creature. ]
Do you think so? I've always thought the resemblance between us was rather hard to find.
How unfortunate that no one but I am willing to mentor him.
[ More like Kleken just lets Splat do whatever he wants except pick fights with him and this is what happens when you let a tentacle monster run free in a sex-focused hotel. ]
[ Said feral creature splats messily onto the ground, laying there for a moment before picking himself up and taking out a pair of familiar glasses and hat from within the tangle of tentacles, donning them. ]
Yes, yes. Do find our way to our room now.
[ Being led by a roughly dog-shaped mass of tentacles down the hallways is probably not the weirdest thing Ishmael has experienced but it might be up there. ]
[ it is up there, true. it would've been cute if splat were an actual dog instead of a mass of tentacles, but nope. nonetheless she follows along, matching kleken's casual strides. ]
If Splat can locate your room on its own, then why do you have to drag me along with you?
[ With the completely valid question, he lies as easily as he breathes. ]
Splat requires proper motivation to work. A pretty face is often the best motivator for him.
[ Food is actually the best motivator for Splat, though Kleken doesn't actually plan on 'feeding' Ishmael to the creature. Not when he's arranged this entire thing just to have her attention for a while. Including illusioning away the door to his old room, which drops once they're out of sight of it. ]
Hmm? I haven't lied about your pretty face. Splat has a wonderful eye for beauty, and a nose for directions.
[ At both quick and extended examination, Splat has exactly zero eyes and noses on his body, and yet the creature continues to skitter along in confidence toward its destination, which appears to be on the upper floors as it begins ascending the nearby staircase. ]
[ that's such a strange way of putting it. regardless, she follows the two equally strange tentacled things, wondering why the heck they're climbing up a staircase when this has always been his floor. unless...? ]
[ There are also less valuable lives, in turn, but that's a point he's not going to be making. ]
[ Splat continues to skitter on, climbing up floor after floor, though at some point the creature starts climbing straight up the walls, ceiling, and around to the next floor instead of actually taking the stairs. No need to worry about losing him though, a faint shiny trail of slime is left in his wake. Good luck to the resort staff with cleaning all that. ]
[ so he doesn't even trust his own life on his pet? that's kinda sad. but that's none of ishmael's business right now.
she starts to pant right before they reach the facecard floors though, eyes narrowing at the slick trail that leads further and further up. just where are they going? no, are they even going the right away? she can't help but be more suspicious of kleken now as she catches her breath. ]
[ Absolutely would not, thanks Ish for noticing- ]
[ She may also notice that Kleken has at some point stopped walking for himself and his tentacles have taken over, providing him with a seat as they meander up the stairs for him. ]
Splat doesn't understand the concept of floors, I believe.
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I'm telling you so you can assist me in finding it.
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[ sighs. ]
Fine. Sure beats having nothing to do. Where are you right now?
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How did you even lose a door? Did you get lost or something?
[ not even a hello...... ]
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[ He makes a motion down the hallway, to where his room had been and where there is a conspicuous lack of door in the wall. ]
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Huh. Did you inquire the staff about this? Those pesky ghosts might be playing a trick on you.
[ how the turntables for him. ]
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[ Truth in that she'd be more fun, lies in that he absolutely knew where his door was right now. ]
We can have Splat guide us there.
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[ she does perk up at the mention of splat, though. ]
Splat? Where?
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[ He just smiles in return, which is when Ishmael might notice the dark shadow up on the ceiling. ]
[ If she doesn't she will notice the tentacle monster attempting to launch itself at her. ]
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Gah--! Wait! I can't... breathe--!
[ grabs ahold of the tentacled thing and pulls HARD until it's off her head, her face covered in circular welts. rip. ]
Splat? Ugh, you're just like your no-good owner!
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Do you think so? I've always thought the resemblance between us was rather hard to find.
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Well, it sure took after your awful habits. You're a bad influence to this poor thing, honestly.
[ plops splat onto the ground with a resounding splat ]
Now, where do we go from here?
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[ More like Kleken just lets Splat do whatever he wants except pick fights with him and this is what happens when you let a tentacle monster run free in a sex-focused hotel. ]
[ Said feral creature splats messily onto the ground, laying there for a moment before picking himself up and taking out a pair of familiar glasses and hat from within the tangle of tentacles, donning them. ]
Yes, yes. Do find our way to our room now.
[ Being led by a roughly dog-shaped mass of tentacles down the hallways is probably not the weirdest thing Ishmael has experienced but it might be up there. ]
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If Splat can locate your room on its own, then why do you have to drag me along with you?
[ she still doesn't get it... ]
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Splat requires proper motivation to work. A pretty face is often the best motivator for him.
[ Food is actually the best motivator for Splat, though Kleken doesn't actually plan on 'feeding' Ishmael to the creature. Not when he's arranged this entire thing just to have her attention for a while. Including illusioning away the door to his old room, which drops once they're out of sight of it. ]
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[ she does notice they're going further and further away from where his old room should be, causing her to raise a brow in suspicion. ]
Are you sure we're going the right way, though?
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[ At both quick and extended examination, Splat has exactly zero eyes and noses on his body, and yet the creature continues to skitter along in confidence toward its destination, which appears to be on the upper floors as it begins ascending the nearby staircase. ]
I would trust him with someone's life.
[ Note that he isn't saying his own. ]
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[ that's such a strange way of putting it. regardless, she follows the two equally strange tentacled things, wondering why the heck they're climbing up a staircase when this has always been his floor. unless...? ]
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[ There are also less valuable lives, in turn, but that's a point he's not going to be making. ]
[ Splat continues to skitter on, climbing up floor after floor, though at some point the creature starts climbing straight up the walls, ceiling, and around to the next floor instead of actually taking the stairs. No need to worry about losing him though, a faint shiny trail of slime is left in his wake. Good luck to the resort staff with cleaning all that. ]
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she starts to pant right before they reach the facecard floors though, eyes narrowing at the slick trail that leads further and further up. just where are they going? no, are they even going the right away? she can't help but be more suspicious of kleken now as she catches her breath. ]
Why can't... we just take the elevator...?!
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[ She may also notice that Kleken has at some point stopped walking for himself and his tentacles have taken over, providing him with a seat as they meander up the stairs for him. ]
Splat doesn't understand the concept of floors, I believe.
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