[ 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.
[ He leans over the railing a bit to look up, visually following the slimy trail left for them up the stairs. He even makes a show of leaning further than normally possible thanks to the support of his tentacles. ]
This isn't even about him! This is about getting your goddamn door back...
[ why is she even helping him, really.... whatever. she's already here, so she may as well see it to the very end. she's endured worse than a billion steps, after all.
so she waves at kleken, motioning him to go on ahead. she'll keep climbing up while dragging her tired legs along the way, using the railings as leverage. because surely... surely they're almost there now, right? ]
[ He continues on as waved away, but a few larger tentacles reach back behind the mass of tentacles he lounges on for Ishmael to scoop her up and carry her along. ]
[ hello? he can do that?? ishmael starts flailing her arms as she tries to wrench herself out of the tentacles' grasp, but to no avail. she's too exhausted, but that doesn't mean she's tired enough to mouth off. ]
[ How else does she think he does kidnappings so regularly? Okay maybe she doesn't know about his regular kidnappings, but she's seen Splat scurrying about before and Kleken's method really isn't all that different. Just on a much larger scale. ]
You can file complaints with Splat at a later date.
Falling behind? From what?! Tell me right now or else!
[ and trust her, you do not want her to Lose It entirely. right now she's mentally cycling through her mind on what e.g.o she should choose to get her out of his clutches - ]
Behind Splat, of course. He appears to have entered the hallway already.
[ A floor above them, there's a tell-tale slam of a door, and when they arrive at the top of the stair case there's a pointed lack of tentacle monster to lead the way. The slimy trail, though thinner at this point, indicates that Kleken's words are correct. ]
[ it isn't always? this is her first time?? then again, she shouldn't be too surprised. there's always some weird shit happening to her every christmas, no matter what universe, so thanks kleken for fulfilling that quota albeit unknowingly.
she does stop struggling with the tentacle's hold on her though, choosing to just... let her feet dangle freely as she plops her cheek on her palm with a pout. ]
And this is why you don't miss leg day.
[ huffs. she does notice that the slick trail that splat left behind is diminishing though, and she blinks once they reach a very opulent hallway where the floors and walls practically gleam with cleanliness. ]
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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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But we're almost there, right?
[ she's going to keep going up, in this case, now holding on to the railings as she practically crawls the steps to the next floor. ]
Don't tell me Splat's leading us up to the very top...
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I believe he has very high ambitions.
[ Meaning they're going to the top. ]
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[ why is she even helping him, really.... whatever. she's already here, so she may as well see it to the very end. she's endured worse than a billion steps, after all.
so she waves at kleken, motioning him to go on ahead. she'll keep climbing up while dragging her tired legs along the way, using the railings as leverage. because surely... surely they're almost there now, right? ]
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[ He continues on as waved away, but a few larger tentacles reach back behind the mass of tentacles he lounges on for Ishmael to scoop her up and carry her along. ]
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What the... Hey! Where are you taking me?!
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[ How else does she think he does kidnappings so regularly? Okay maybe she doesn't know about his regular kidnappings, but she's seen Splat scurrying about before and Kleken's method really isn't all that different. Just on a much larger scale. ]
You can file complaints with Splat at a later date.
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Falling behind? From what?! Tell me right now or else!
[ and trust her, you do not want her to Lose It entirely. right now she's mentally cycling through her mind on what e.g.o she should choose to get her out of his clutches - ]
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Behind Splat, of course. He appears to have entered the hallway already.
[ A floor above them, there's a tell-tale slam of a door, and when they arrive at the top of the stair case there's a pointed lack of tentacle monster to lead the way. The slimy trail, though thinner at this point, indicates that Kleken's words are correct. ]
He's quite fast.
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she does stop struggling with the tentacle's hold on her though, choosing to just... let her feet dangle freely as she plops her cheek on her palm with a pout. ]
And this is why you don't miss leg day.
[ huffs. she does notice that the slick trail that splat left behind is diminishing though, and she blinks once they reach a very opulent hallway where the floors and walls practically gleam with cleanliness. ]
Wait... We're at the very top, aren't we?
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