Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[agathokakologic]

I announce myself - getting clawed won't be helpful to my cause.

[abxy]

I announce myself, trying to sound as non-hostile as possible.

[Comettail76]

I announce myself, but make sure to sound friendly.

[~*Amber*~]

I announce myself, don't want to look shady

[Wolvine]

Walk around the corner. Nothing to fear from this situation.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Announce yourself
2: Announce yourself
3: Announce yourself
4: Announce yourself
5: Announce yourself
6: Announce yourself
7: Walk around the corner

Roll says... 6: Announce yourself.


"Hello?" you call. You immediately hear feet shuffling and add, "I'm peaceful, don't worry" as you carefully step into view.

The big black tom - who you can see is old and lined with scars - is bristling, and standing in front of the little tortoiseshell, who's staring at you like a scared kitten. You sit down quietly and offer a pleasant smile. Slowly, the two sit down side by side opposite you, fur relaxing.

Reputation +1.

"I'm looking for Charlie," you say. "Would you know where she is?"

"'Fraid not," the black tom says shortly. "She's not our business."

"I've just been looking all over town, is all," you say. "She isn't anywhere."

"Might be settling a dispute or something," the tortoiseshell pipes up. "That could take her day up."

"Abyss." The tom looks over at her sternly.

"Sorry." She lowers her head a little.

You choose not to say anything about that. "Well, would you know where any nomads are, or a traveler, or something?"

Both of them give you the exact same look the molly from earlier did. The tom has a distinctly hostile look in his eye, but the molly simply seems flabbergasted.

"Yeah, I've been getting that," you say.

"What would you know about nomads?" the tom growls.

"Nothing! That's why I'm looking for one." You try not to get irritated as well. "Apparently it's a forbidden word around here, or something. All I need is someone who's traveled."

There's a pause that goes on just long enough that you have to swallow your anger, before the little molly perks up and says, "You know what you could do?"

"Abyss-"

"You could talk to Pretty Boy."

"Abyss."

"Oh, come on, Jet!" She turns to her friend with an eager expression. "I can help a little."


Who's Pretty Boy?
Where is this cat?
Should I give you two a minute, or...?
Say nothing.

[Attila The Hen]

Who's pretty boy?

[~*Amber*~]

Where is this cat?

[Wolvine]

Should I give you two a minute or...?

[abxy]

I raise an eyebrow. If cats have eyebrows. "Should I give you two a minute or...?"