Sneaking about.

[Amaryllis]

Deep within the halls and passages of the Euclides Theatre, shadows and cobwebs reigned. A spider, delicate and black with slender, flexible legs, crouched like a cat beneath the ceiling of the narrow, tunnel-like hallway. His web was intricate and impossibly beautiful, with the strands weaving a tapestry of pattern upon pattern.

And, with the swift flick of a tongue, the spider was gone, his life's work ruined and left in tatters. Kotmaj chuckled softly to himself, shifting from the form of a frog to his natural-born avian build. He ruffled his wings and clicked his beak, trying in vain to get the taste of freshly-killed arachnid off his tongue. His eyes darted back and forth, making sure no one was watching, and he shifted into the shape of a small housecat.

Still opening and closing his mouth a little too quickly to look natural on a cat, Kotmaj curled up, his brand new fur puffing out a bit as he closed his eyes. He was sure that no one was around to bother him, now.

(( Short, I know; hopefully I'll do better when he has something to react to. >>; Plus, I'm out of practice. D: ))

[Jenn]

A ghost-like form strode through the halls of the famed Euclides Theatre, partially transparent and wholly incorporeal at present. Swirls of fuchsia and silver wound their way along Ljubikae’s raccoon-like body, their muted intensity speaking much for their vibrancy when in full color. She enjoyed being ethereal, flitting in and out of this plane of existence at a whim. She used the talent quite often, especially to play on the misconceptions of others. They believed her harmless when transparent.

They were wrong.

For the sheer hell of it, she sent her voluminous tail crashing into a pretty vase that had managed to survive the ravages of time in a place as often used as this one. It fell with a shattering sound and she laughed, the sound not unlike the breaking porcelain that caused it. Fools, all of them. She had won more than her fair share of encounters through false assumptions made by others. Subtlety was her game and she played it well. Lord Xerxes often found her an asset to his Cast for just such a reason. Of course, her exceptional looks were often cited as another.

In an exceptionally good mood, the Figment strolled through a wall and into a secluded, dusty little room, just in time to see a fantastically patterned housecat curl up and settle down for a nap.

She would know markings like those anywhere. With a smirk, she went fully transparent and used another of her abilities, which she had laughingly dubbed ‘Imaginary Tune’, to play the raucous sounds of a human drum-line in the transformed creature’s head. Herself invisible, the other Figment should have no idea what was going on, giving her a good laugh at its expense.

((For more information on Ljubikae’s abilities, please see her page! ^_^ jennalyn.net/critters/lc/e-ljubikae.htm ))

[Jenn]

((*respectfully backs out* If you come back and ever want to play with this again, just PM me. ^_^))

[Amaryllis]

(( Figment rp ftw? ))

'Maj flexed the pads of his back paws, streched his forelegs in a manner that suggested he had forgotten they were no longer wings, tucked his tail close to his body, prepared to take a much-needed rest. Ignoring the sounds of movement far away, he let his empty eyes flicker shut.

He lay there like that for a heartbeat. And then -

Rat tat tat tat tat.

One of his ears swiveled briefly back and forth a few times before his eyes were open again. Wary, all concentration on any other matters gone, he abandoned his assumed feline form in favor of the far more comfortable avian one he was accustomed to, and glanced around in agitation. Tilting his head to the side, he ruffled his wings, straining to discern exactly where the sound was coming from and failing, as it was not, technically, coming from anywhere at all.

All right, he thought to himself, and he stood at his full height - nothing impressive, but better than the half-crouch he'd been in before - and let his head swivel as far as it could around before looking the other way. He saw nothing. He didn't know what he had expected to see, but all he could see were boring walls, spiderwebs, and, through the dilapidated wall, the shattered remains of a vase.

Odd.

Hello? he asked, his voice rather flat in his own ears, his breath stirring dust in the air, making a little whirlwind that drifted around his beak. The noise was becoming increasingly annoying, having been loud and grating on the senses to begin with, and he was finding it difficult to think properly. The sooner he got to the bottom of this, the better.

[Jenn]

((Figments ftw! Such gorgeous things. <3))

Ljubikae smirked, her invisible expression one of pleasure at the other figment's predicament. And here she had thought that a trip to the main theatre would be dull and a time-waster. The second was true, as there were many things she could be accomplishing in the service of her Lord while she cooled her heels in the dust-choked hallways. The first, however, looked to be a false prediction.

What a handsome creature he was, this unexpected amusement. His markings had caught her attention almost immediately, but she hadn't expected to find them paired with feathers. One of those would make a fine collection for her den if she could acquire it. She could stick it in the silvery vase next to her nest of blankets and pillows in the small nook she made her own in her Lord's dwelling. A new goal in mind, the mustildae began moving slowly towards the other Figment and concentrated.

The sound in his head would change abruptly and with no warning from the disarming racket of percussion to a bout of maniacal laughter, pulled straight from the most over-the-top show she had seen to date. The villain had worn a ridiculous black ensemble and bungled his way through most of the play challenged only by his own stupidity and the ineptitude of his hired help. The actor's laugh had fit his character perfectly and stuck in her mind years after the performance had run its course.

At its best, it would cause a chill to run down the avian's spine. At the very least, he would be distracted from any sounds of her approach and she would move until she was just behind him, reaching out one greedy little hand-paw for a feather from the back of his neck.