idolpro | (no subject)

. . . huh.

So you actually hate the person this belongs to?

Hate . . . Haaah, he's a pain in my ass. Don't like him, don't care enough to hate him though.

I see. . .

So is there a puzzle here, too?

[starts lighting up a cigarette]

Ah, yeah. That.

[waving a hand at the wall of fur]

[ squints......... ]

Why.

Don't ask me. Just find the out of place one.

Out of place, huh. . .

[ well then let's just

touch each part of the wall - hopefully she can reach each one - to check the texture of all of them. just in case it's not the immediately obvious answer ]

They all feel exactly like they ought to. Some are wiry, some are soft, and some are squishy and sticky.

[ hm!

let's try taking out the third down, third from the right out ]

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Are you going for the fur or the octopus?

[ octopus! ]

Well, it will come down . . . But not without a little struggle. You have to dig your hands into the muscle that pulses and shrinks away from you, clearly feeling pain. Blue blood gushes, running down in small rivulets along the suckers. Still, after the effort, you can see another fur with a distinctive spot outline hiding beneath a layer of the slick flesh.

Gross!

[ she's admittedly disgusted as she throws it away the very second she can, an obvious frown on her face ]

. . . hm. That means there's more than one, right?

[ musing more to herself than anyoen else but.

she will try and seeing if her thought is right by taking off the top left too ]

The skin is paper-thin, tearing away easily with little blood. Still, there is a short shriek at the pain.

Yet there is nothing but wood behind the skin. Aries keeps smoking without comment. It doesn't seem that she's found the one.

So not that one, huh.

[ what about the one below the one she just chose? ]

Oh, this one is tough! You have to wedge your finger nails in deep between the scales to get any pull. Eventually, it gives way, but you can hear a roar and snap of a tremendous beast. When you get more scales pulled away, you can see the wall again. Hm, not this one.

[ squints ]

. . . hm.

Not this one either?

Weird.

Maybe--

[ the first one on the left on the last row? ]

[before she can start to tear in]

Oi, he was a mongoose.

I don't know what that is.

[ but she does stop herself, though ]

Tch, really . . .

[pulling a cellphone out and tapping for a bit before showing a google result to her including pictures]

Mongoose. Don't ask me why, came like that.

So the goal is to look for the mongoose?

[ ??? ]

Yeah. Sort of.

Why that in particular, though?

That was his animal. John's.

. . . when he was in Wild City?