6th Card Dealt [Accidental Voice/Action -- Forward-dated to tomorrow morning]

[kineticcajun]

[It's around 9 AM and Gambit's journal is hitting the floor, sprawled open, and recording. There's a yell, a string of Cajun French curses, and a chain of nearly a half dozen minor explosions. And then a scuffling noise.]

--ey! You bes' be droppin' th-- merde!

[Heavy thump of a body hitting the floor. Rustling noise. More extremely colorful cursing in Cajun French.]

Drop it! That's--

[More scuffling. And suddenly, the journal is flying through the air. The view window might catch just the slightest glimpse of hideous, orange shag carpeting (in a violet-tinted world thanks to a kinetic charge) just before the feed cuts out with a boom.]


[Later on in the day, Gambit is out on a mission, and he's looking extremely irritated while doing it. Tossed over one shoulder are the remains of his trusty old leather duster, which has had an entire arm torn off and is missing a significant amount of fabric on the left side. What isn't ripped or torn is burned. Held in something of a death grip by what he can only assume counts as the scruff of the creature's neck is a violently orange fuzzball. It's not struggling. It's not even moving. He's just. Carting it around.

In the rain.

And looking furious.

First order of business is trying to find one Adele LeBlanc, because he recognizes this horrible orangeness from her evil sofa. After that, he's hoping to ditch the damn thing somewhere - it doesn't seem to be holding a charge like the sofa did and that is vaguely terrifying - and then it's time to find a new coat.

He liked that coat, man. The fuzzball is going to pay.]

Comments

[rashness]

...Furniture eaters?

[What.]

[kineticcajun]

Don't s'pose you were around for when we threw a sofa off the roof an' blew it up, were you.

[Because that would explain a lot in one go.]

[rashness]

I heard about it from Shiemi, but not that I was here.

[kineticcajun]

[Ah, Shiemi. Just one of the few who had wondered what the hell he was doing dragging a sofa up the stairs.]

Well... this - [And he holds up the sopping orange fluff.] - is a piece of that sofa that musta lived through it. It eats fabric an' furniture.

[rashness]

[ . . . Seriously? He can't help it, he looks at it quizzically, and then looks at Gambit's face, and then reaches out to touch the fluff]

[kineticcajun]

[The fluff is perfectly still... up until it has a sleeve in range. And then it's trying to eat it. Gambit sighs and pulls it away from Rin before it can do much worse than nip the fabric.]

Told y'so, homme.

[rashness]

-What the hell is- seriously?! [And he flinches back a bit. What even] What is that?!

[kineticcajun]

No idea. Friend'a mine says it started out as some embroidery on a pillow an' jus' kept eatin' its way to bigger an' better t'ings. Dunno if it's a monster or what.

[What else could the stupid thing be?]

[rashness]

...If it's a demon, you've got some exorcists living next door.

[Just. So you know.]

[kineticcajun]

[He gives Rin a thoughtful look.]

T'ink it might be worth a try?

[rashness]

[...Well actually. Rin's going to close his eyes and reach out listening. Every other demon ever (which wasn't just a stupid thing) he met at home he has been able to hear telepathically. He wonders if (for once) he'll hear it in Luceti. He'll see if that's the case before he answers]

[kineticcajun]

[The fluffball won't be transmitting anything. Not a single thought. It's just hanging from Gambit's grip limply, once again looking for all the world like it's inanimate.

Gambit just quirks an eyebrow at Rin.]

[rashness]

[...]

...Maybe. I sorta doubt it though. I guess four eyes might know something...

[and he pulls his head back, a bit disappointed]

[kineticcajun]

Merde. Seems like nobody knows nothin' 'bout what this t'ing is.

[He gives the fluff a little experimental shake. No response aside from a slight squirm.

Has he mentioned that he hates this thing yet? Because he really does.]

[rashness]

Sorry dude. But if you want, I could take it?

[BECAUSE IT LOOKS COOL??]

[kineticcajun]

[You're touched in the head, boy. But Gambit gives him an appraising look. He's starting to suspect that Adele was probably right in her assessment that it'll find its way back to him no matter what, but hell, this is worth a shot.]

If you want this t'ing, it's all yours, mon ami.

[rashness]

Okay- [Rolling up one of his sleeves. and he'll hold out that hand for it. Yeah! This'll be cool, right?] Let's see it.

[kineticcajun]

[Here, he'll hand Olivier the Fluffball over. It squirms, but otherwise just goes along with the flow.]

Careful you keep them sleeves up.

[rashness]

[Okay, so it's on his wrist. He stares at it, and then holds it out... okay...]

O...oh...

[kineticcajun]

[And Olivier flops over almost lifelessly. Although that would be too much to hope.]

...Yeah, it don't do too much aside from eat.

[rashness]

...Alright, cool. [Maybe he can keep it in a pot or something. Well then, he'll just try to keep it there and take it to his room. Or well, lead his way to intend to. Yeah, this'll be okay...! Maybe it'll interact with Midori]