[open] sister, i'm all over this town!

[themaneater]

Date & Time: Monday, April 30th
Location: Anywhere around the Hold!
Characters: Khrall and anyone!!
Summary: WHO WANTS TO MEET A MANTICORE. He probably won't try to eat you!
Warnings: PROBS NOT

[ He'd spent some time worrying at the small, rectangular thing they'd given him. You can use it to contact others, they'd told him. Khrall fails entirely to see how this is going to work, though. It's just a piece of flat something-or-other, (it doesn't taste like metal, but he's not sure what other name to put to it) which now bears claw- and tooth-marks to speak for his efforts at communication. He'd been so excited to try it, too!

Oh, well.

Khrall has since moved onto greener pastures (clawed destructively at the door until someone let him out), and is currently busy examining things with nose, tongue, and claws. He heads from place to place at a gentle lope, that spiked and poisonous tail swishing peaceably behind him. ]

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[themaneater]

Oh, well, not yet. Probably when I die.

[ He starts forward, leaning to make it a curious circle around Satero. ]

How did you get so big?

[strangle]

[ Satero bristles, as if it's a touchy subject, and follows Khrall's path with a wary eye. ]

I dunno. It runs in the family. How come you talk?

[themaneater]

Because I felt like talking.

[ He stops just behind Satero, tail curling about his paws, staring intently. ]

I like your thumbs.

[strangle]

[ Satero immediately jams his hands into his pockets, possessively. ]

They're mine. You can't have 'em.

[ Satero stares at Khrall, and then his teeth, and looks a little bit worried. ]

What do you eat?

[themaneater]

[ awwwww. Don't mind if his eyes flick down to follow Satero's hands, and even after they disappear, linger on his pockets. That's perfectly natural. ]

Oh, I can eat anything, really. Goats, chickens, sheep, people, horses, cows, pigs... I especially like pigs. [ And a quick glance up at his face, hopeful. ] Do you have any pigs?

[strangle]

[ Despite the fact that he'd asked specifically to see if Khrall ate people, Satero manages to completely miss the incriminating element in that list. Besides, that list is pretty much accurate to Satero's diet too. Even including the occasional person. ]

No.... there's meat in the stores though. [ He eyes Khrall warily. ] You hungry?

[ And it takes him all of his self-restraint to resist tacking on an extra 'boy' onto the end of that question. No, Satero, that's not a puppy. Definitely not. ]

[themaneater]

Yes!

[ perking! eyes wide, ears pointing straight up, and way too many teeth in that grin. ]

Where are the stores? Will you take me? I won't eat everything in them, only a little bit.

[strangle]

[ Satero relaxes and shrugs. Okay, it's hungry. That's good. That's normal, as he expects animals to be hungry, and normal is good. He starts to walk, gesturing for Khrall to follow. ]

Sure. They're right over... [ WAIT. Confusion. ] Hey, they didn't give... you any money, did they...?

[themaneater]

No? [ He'd started to follow after him, but glances up curiously with that. ] I don't need money. I can't even hold it, and it tastes awful.

[strangle]

Yeah, well, people -- people like me, on two legs with thumbs and stuff -- we have to use money to buy food. Unless you hunt it yourself. But then there's huntin' permits and shit and they get all pissy at you if you eat endangered species.... [ Satero ends that sentence on a grumble. ]

Anyway. Stores, right. They have meat. But you have to give them money for it. Just sayin'.

[themaneater]

Oh. [ That wide, toothy mouth twists down to hear that. It's apparently not what he'd wanted to hear. ]

But I don't have money, so if they won't give it to me anyway, then... [ That gets considered a few seconds, before he flips his tail dismissively. ] I'll just take it. Where is it?

[strangle]

[ Satero comes to a dead halt and stares at Khrall.

Then breaks into a grin. Ah. A man after his own heart! Er, a... furry... thing. After his own heart. ]

I mean, yeah, right? That's what I do anyway. Though sometimes they case you. There it is.

[ He points ahead, where the doorway into one of the stores is visible right around the corner. ]

[themaneater]

Then it's a very good thing that I'm fast, isn't it!

[ He scoots straight up to the door and stops in front of it, staring up eagerly. Clearly waiting. Come along, manservant, you're needed for more door opening. ]

[strangle]

Really fast? I'm fast.

[ Satero catches up, then stands behind Khrall and stares at him. Excuse me, what? Can't you open that door yourself? Gosh. ]

[themaneater]

[ Khrall stares right back, eyes wide, pupils getting wider.

He's pretty much convinced that if he stares long enough, the door will open. It's just a matter of time. ]

[strangle]

[ Okay, that's... that's creepy. Maybe it's not a dog. Maybe it's a cat. Satero likes cats too but those fuckers can be creepy sometimes. ]

All right, all right. [ Grumbling, he steps forwards and pulls the door open. ] Happy?

[themaneater]

[ AW YEAH HE'S HAPPY. And in response he darts forward and in through the door— though he's poking his head out a second later to look up at Satero. ]

Thank you! Impeccable use of thumbs.

[strangle]

[ STILL GRUMBLING. ] I'm good at thumbs. [ Wait, what? No, Satero doesn't understand what he just said. Thumbs. Something. Okay. WHATEVER. He sticks his head in through the door too. ]

Yo! While you're in there, can you grab me a steak?

[themaneater]

Certainly!

[ He's not actually sure just what a steak is, but the guy had opened the door for him, so he's happy to get him... well, something.

Eventually he reemerges, dragging what looks like a whole side of a cow. He drops it at Satero's feet and looks up proudly. ]

Will this do?

[strangle]

[ Satero stares.

He's used to cats and dogs bringing him presents. Dead birds and mice and lizards and things. Once he'd owned a cat that had brought him another dead cat, but that cat had been... unique.

He'd never had a dog or cat bring him back half a cow.

Slowly, Satero looks back at Khrall. He's actually a little bit awed. ]

Y...yeah... uh...

Did you get anythin'? For yourself?

[themaneater]

Not yet!

[ This is his cue to scamper happily back into the storage, which he does. And shortly there comes a grisly ripping, tearing, and chewing sound, because there's really no need to drag his dinner anywhere, eating it right where it is will do just fine. ]

[strangle]

[ While Khrall's gone, Satero crouches down and pokes suspiciously at... at whatever Khrall brought back for him. Then he looks around. Then back at the meat.

Man, he eats meat raw sometimes. A lot of the time, recently. But it's usually birds. Small things that he can cram into his mouth. Here, Satero's not entirely sure how to even begin eating this thing. Should he just... start at one end and keeps chewing until he reaches the other...?

GOD THIS IS SO CONFUSING. Never mind, he's going to check on Khrall.

Satero pushes the door back open and edges in. It's not that hard to find the manticore, not with all the noise he's making. Once Satero spots him, he just stands back and stares. ]

Yo. You haven't eaten in a while or what?

[themaneater]

[ Khrall glances up when Satero nears, face covered in gore. It would be worse if the meat were fresh instead of just chilled, but he'll take what horrible messes he can get. A wide needle-toothed smile splits his face across the middle. ]

You never know when you might eat next, you know! You should have all you can now. That's what my mother always told me.

[strangle]

You had a mother? [ Wait, no, DUH. Of course it did! He did? Oh, shit. ] I mean. Good fuckin' philosophy. I guess.

Uh... I guess we're not payin' for.... [ Satero turns, briefly, looking back towards where the register and its attendant ought to be. He can't see it over the shelves but he does wonder if anyone's even there now, after having seen Khrall bound in. ] Yeah....