[Ocmonic]

'Monic watched the growing confusion and enjoyed it immensely. His shoulder propped against a reinforcing girder, careful not to to let his clean shirt touch the dirty cavern wall. His hands dug deep in either pocket and a grin on his face, he relaxed and enjoyed the fruit of his labor.

The signs themselves had been easy enough to find if you knew where to look. "Do not enter!" they read, with a smaller script below reading, "Cave ahead is malfunctioned or under repair." Underneath an arrow pointed towards the suggested detour route. He watched as a rat (which he knew by looks, but not by name) looked up to the sign, and then went left as the arrow suggested. A small chuckle came to his lips as he waited on the young rat to return.

Loving a good prank, Ocmonic had woke up early this morning, even earlier than the shopkeepers would be getting up. He sneaked into the storage cubby and 'borrowed' a few of these seldom needed signs. Now, with them placed strategically among the branching caverns, anyone needing to leave this morning were having a hard time finding their way out. A few minutes passed before the rat crossed the cavern. This time headed down the right passage. This one also would send him back.

A man he recognized as a shopkeeper passed, coming from the closed off sections. "Whatsit? construction or somthin'?" he said as he passed by. He like several other seemed to be heading to Drystan Black to complain. With any luck he would still be in bed sleeping.

'Monics grin quickly changed to confusion, but strictly for the mans benefit. "I couldn't get out either. I should complain." His grin reappeared as the man went out of sight. He saw how the mans pace quickened when he mentioned complaining. But if he didn't want to get caught red handed he had better get out of sight.

He quickly but calmly strode towards the first sign, collecting it while making sure no one saw him. He quietly collected all the signs but the last one. As he approached it, he noticed someone approaching. Ducking into the nearest passageway, he hoped not to be seen. From behind him he heard the sound of tiny mouse tracks as the rat was finally making his way back. He sighed quiet relief when the rat turned off before reaching him.

He knew it was luck, but he couldn't help but take credit. "I'm just too good at this." he said quietly, turning to collect the final sign. He made his way back towards the storage cubby, hoping not to get caught.

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Piper's Boutique · Deviant Art · Dafont

[Official NPC]

// Piper's Boutique · Dafont · Aethereality · Resunik \\


From the shadows of one of the lesser-used tunnels of the caverns Noah watched the younger man walk by one of the main connecting tunnels with an another sign. Although the man was quiet, he wasn't quite quiet enough to do whatever he was doing with the signs without waking Noah up from his sleep.

Noah often had bouts of light, restless sleep, usually if he hadn't eaten for a day or two. Even though his Therian form was that of a graceful black panther, it didn't mean that he ate everyday if game was scarce out in the Fae Forest. But game wasn't scarce really - it was usually Noah being lazy that made him go hungry.

He yawned and stretched one last time before standing slowly and gathering his backpack.

[Ocmonic]

'Monic had managed to return the signs to the storage cubby without being seen. He loved to cause mischief and especially loved staying out of trouble. This time he had managed to do both. He left the small cubby with a grin on his face and a proud swagger to his feet. His left arm swung in long exaggerated arcs and his right was dug deep into his pocket. He let out a soft whistled tune, one which he had long enjoyed.

As he made his way towards the more traveled area near Drystan Blacks residence, his prideful gait shifted to a less obvious strut. The caverns carried sound well, and 'monic was hearing a lot more commotion than he was expecting. He listened closely as he slowly walked to the final corner, hoping to hear if anyone spoke his name. Resting his hand on the corner girder, he slipped his head slyly around the corner, and he saw something he did not expect.

Rather than the 3-4 Therians who he expected complaining to Drystan, he found closer to twenty. Many of whom seemed upset, and the rest wore worried expressions. Whatever this was, it was not about a simple prank anymore. Whatever it was, he just hoped that he wasn't to blame. He quietly walked into the crowd, trying not to be noticed. He looked among the crowd as he blended in, seeing if anyone paid him any attention. He noticed a man who he thought to be the rat from earlier.

He stood quietly among many and listened to what was being said.

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Piper's Boutique · Deviant Art · Dafont