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"Little feline, I assure you demanding an answer from someone will produce a response to it than actually trying to meet kindness with a lack of hostility.”  Lids hooding over her crimson optics, her own fingers danced over her hips, hands making a slight, temporary home for them.  One thing was for certain, because of her slight hatred for the feline animals, demands made from them weren’t going to be acted on unless acted with some sort of respect.

The female was at least doing a favor, in her own mind, not trying to actually murder them.  Watching the two interact, an eyebrow cocked as she let her ears flatten right on top of her head, her own tail slowly twitching back and forward.  “I do not mind, it only shows that he is capable of hostility even if one is showing respect.  I have access to things called portals.”

The Observer tilted his head a bit in curiosity at the woman. "Portals hmmm? That's an interesting object to have access to. Perhaps that is how you got in this zone without me noticing. It's hard for something like this to slip past my eyes after all." He turned back to The Puppeteer. "She does have a point however Puppeteer. I think you should at least try to show some respect towards others."

The Puppeteer rolled his eyes at The Observer before turning to face the woman and dipping his head slightly to show his humility, "I apologize for my earlier rudeness. I was just... Worried that there might have been a breach that would've easily allowed spectre's or other such inconveniences into the Zone."

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thedeadlyscientist the-critic-burnt​

"Guests, here? I was beginning to think that there would be no more visitors to Zone 4." The Puppeteer’s tail jerked to the side, and he gave the newcomer a slight glare as he cocked his head to the side, "Observer, come greet our guests. It isn’t pleasant to leave them sitting around like this."

The Observer sighed and looked back over to The Puppeteer, huffing somewhat, “Now Puppeteer, you know I don’t like interacting with others that much. I’d much rather be in my room then doing this to be honest.” The black feline replied, tail swishing somewhat in annoyance, “But… Ah, oh well. I know you’re adamant about this, so… Hello there.”

Sam turned around from observing this odd place to the two voices, glancing in confusion between the two cats. He blinked once, twice. Cats could talk…? And…’Observer’? ‘Puppeteer’? That sounded more like jobs rather than names.

"Uhm…hello, I guess…?"he replied, momentarily loosing his usual charming demeanor.

The Observer walks over to the Elsen, and looked him over for a moment, "Greetings Elsen. What brings you to this Zone? It is not exactly the most... Pleasant out of all the zones." The Observer noted, looking around the area.

The Puppeteer seemed genuinely curious himself, "I too am curious, after all have you not noticed the strange illness permeating the air? It would be rather unwise of you to contract the same illness that the other Elsen in this zone have."

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thedeadlyscientist the-critic-burnt​

"Guests, here? I was beginning to think that there would be no more visitors to Zone 4." The Puppeteer’s tail jerked to the side, and he gave the newcomer a slight glare as he cocked his head to the side, "Observer, come greet our guests. It isn’t pleasant to leave them sitting around like this."

The Observer sighed and looked back over to The Puppeteer, huffing somewhat, “Now Puppeteer, you know I don’t like interacting with others that much. I’d much rather be in my room then doing this to be honest.” The black feline replied, tail swishing somewhat in annoyance, “But… Ah, oh well. I know you’re adamant about this, so… Hello there.”

"It seems that there is.  And it seems that your guest about having a visitor in these parts is wrong."  The female purred at the cats that were in front of her, keeping her cool about the stench that seemed to burn her nostrils.  A thing about any kind of cat, neko or otherwise, they irked her and make her just regret them.  But of course.  The two of them that were in front of her?

They seemed to be more intelligent, having an IQ higher than the usual neko or house cat.  Of course they could talk, but nekos could also and all they concentrated on was fish and string.  ”Hello there also.”

"What are you doing here. More importantly, how did you get here." The Cat Puppeteer shot the female a stern glare, his voice flat and straight to the point as he cocked his head to the side, and his tone made it clear he wasn't asking for the answer. Instead, he was clearly demanding the answer.

"Calm down Puppeteer. Let us not frighten the guest." The Observer cut in, looking at the other feline with a neutral expression, "You always greet others with... Aggression." The Observer then turns back to the woman, orange eyes looking up at her, "I apologize for how rash my ally can be, but if I may ask, can you please explain to us how you got here?"