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It was solid. It was solid. Illusions weren’t solid. Ghosts weren’t either, but Zane didn’t think about that while he hurled himself backwards. In a miraculous feat of acrobatics, he managed to trip over his own tail. He tumbled back, head over heels, too many times to recognize front from...

This sounded like a complete lie. Obviously fabricated just to get Zane back into the hidden quarters. Nobody other than an utter buffoon would fall for it. Zane shook from his paws to the tips of his ears. Terror ravaged his body as if it had bought the hour, invading every entrance, every...

Zane swiped Soda’s paws off him the moment he stood up. “Look! Idiot! Are you blind? Stupid? Both?” he screamed right at the zoroark’s face. Rage mixed horribly with fear, twisting his stomach like a speed-cube. He looked to Vix and the other himself, desperation bleeding from his eyes. “Look...

Zane hurled himself back the moment his eye met his own. He botched his landing, but scrambled and scooted as fast as he could away from the door. Words didn’t register, only that they’d addressed him. His shaking paw rose to point at the door. He stuttered, stammered, tried desperately to say...

Zane skid to a halt the moment the door opened itself. His feet froze to the ground when he saw through it, barely managing a few steps back. He shot a glance back only to see the other side same conversation in front of him. Haunted. Definitely haunted. The place was haunted. With ghosts in...

Zane listened in as best he could out of sight. Unfortunately, that meant he couldn't listen in much. He definitely heard words—cheese?—so he decided the coast was clear. Quick as camouflage and discrete as a rabbit, he made way for the exit. From sparse glances behind what cover he could find...

Perfect, he thought to himself. Sense stopped him moments before bragging to Diyem now that something finally went his way. He kept his demeanor unchanged, unimpressed. “Oh, you can only imitate species?” He clicked his tongue, looking over his paws. “Y’know, that zoroark out there? He can...

Bored. Beyond belief. It had been hours. Or minutes. Maybe ten seconds? Time melded together until one truth became completely apparent: he needed to get out of here. House arrest be darned, he needed sun. Air. He was suffocating down here. Obstacles stood in his way, however. Three, to be...

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Unbelievable. Not even a hint of gratitude even though Zane so kindly delivered the gift Dave so cruelly left behind. Despicable. Zane had to wonder how Diyem let such an antagonistic person on their team. With Dave gone, though, his boiling rage slowly subsided, leaving boredom in its place...

Zane barely kept from shouting, It’s not my fault I’m big boned!

Zane shook at the words. Deities rarely returned his calls. He liked it better that way. Call me precious again, I’ll tear you to pieces and roast you with your own tail. You’ve got enough meat on you to end world hunger.

Zane matched Dave’s rage degree for degree. Here he was giving a heartfelt apology, and this was his thanks. Despicable. He cursed Diyem at every sentence. Diyem, if you’re listening, go soak your tail. So blinded by rage, he barely saw Dave start to leave. “Don’t forget your apology...

Zane froze. He misheard. He knew it. No way he’d—every wrong signal sent ran through his mind. Disgust and horror followed realization, but couldn’t break through his frozen expression. “Date?” he finally asked. Once he finally understood the situation, he could properly dodge personal...

While Zane didn't know of Diyem's decision, he'd already made it a habit to curse their organizer any time he was frustrated. A specific image and person to curse served much better than his usual vague curses towards some "creator" or "God" back home. Zane "prayed" more than probably any...

This certainly wasn’t the reaction Zane expected. Why shouldn’t he say this? Well, he had yet to really say anything, but what was wrong with what he was trying to say? Some sliver of assurance saved him. He just needed to explain his feelings clearly. Surely Dave could understand. “W-when we...

Zane hopped up as quickly as could. His desperate attempt at damage reduction, however, reduced next to nothing. Dave proved much more nimble than he and yelled at him before he'd even stood all the way up. Zane panicked. He didn't know what to say. Dropping it off while Dave slept should have...

Cats were experts of stealth; Zane knew this. He also knew from what some source he thinks told him one time that zangoose are part cat. From this, he deduced he must be decent at stealth. Decent enough to not wake Dave, at least. He tread lightly on the floor, light as a titanium feather...