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The view from the very top of Keepers Mansion was the same as always, the surrounding fields seemingly rolling on forever. Sometimes Oubliette would see DayClanners wandering around the entrance of the mansion, some being so bold as to even enter the foyer. There hadn’t been any recently—perhaps something had happened, something to make them break routine.
A shame, really, she thought. She’d been thinking of inviting some of them in for a cup of tea. We have this big, beautiful mansion, and only a handful of cats ever see it.
Not that the mansion was being particularly welcoming to even the Keepers themselves, lately. The food crisis was getting out of hand; each and every one of her Keepers had visible ribs, and she could see them all getting weaker by day. For whatever reason, living in the mansion was no longer sustainable. Something had to change, and she thought she’d found a solution.
Oubliette clenched her jaw and waited for the other Keepers she’d invited to arrive. Whether or not they agreed with her plan, it would be going ahead in some fashion. Her lips curled in a small smile.
The Keepers will be leaving the mansion.
@ian feel free to use either december or another random cat you can just make up if you don’t think she fits fox also feel free to make up a random character brief keeper character guidelines = keepers have been isolated from the rest of the world for a large part of their lives or possibly all their lives, may not remember what its like to touch grass or never even touched it at all, they’re probably somewhat physically weak from never going outside and also they’re starving, most keepers are probably somewhat scared of oubliette cuz of the power thing but these ones can be her friends/advisors/yes men/whatever if ya want. all the keepers know that oubliette knows when a keeper is thinking about her
If Oubliette knew when a Keeper was thinking of her, her mind must have been over-run by Viktor. His every thought was of Oubliette — are you hungry, mistress? Do you have a craving? Are your paws sore? Would you like me to massage them? — and not least because he had a crush on anyone who showed the least inkling of power. When he saw he was the first to arrive, he bit back a squeal of excitement and darted across the roof tiles to her side; they jingled and clattered unstably as he disturbed them, ready to slip down and smash at any second. Everything else was eerily quiet.
"Have you felt me thinking?" he asked, shoulders hunched and head bowed low, his voice a high, sycophantic sort of squeal. He didn't dare look at her. "I haven't stopped all day — I never would, never about you. Whatever you're planning, it's going to be so marvellous, so excellent, so wonderful — whatever it is, Oubliette." He was half-starved; every one of his ribs showed through his ungroomed grey fur. He breathed strangely as he sat so low beside her, every breath making him rise slightly before falling back down, like a balloon that deflated with every exhale.
Another shape slunk up beside them and flopped down. "Oh, shove awff, Victor," Carolyn drawled, immediately beginning to pick her teeth with one claw, lazing on her back on Oubliette's other side. "Yaw're such a suck-up. She ain't gonna nurse you." She reached out a paw and rested it on the Head Keeper's foreleg, giving her a look. "Don't pay him no mind, Oubliette. He’s just a no good tail-crawler." Then she went back to picking her teeth, back paw bouncing idly in the air as she rested it on her other hindleg.
She spent a surprising amount of time in the rafters; she'd trained herself to effectively maneuver them, and when Oubliette wasn't around, it was something that occupied her time. It was better than hearing the others bicker, at least. But, as soon as the leader of the keepers made herself present, she was back on the ground, a puppy scampering to its owners side. This was probably a trauma response, quite honestly. After all, she had been kidnapped before her eyes opened, so Oubliette was the closest thing to a maternal unit as she could have.
Sybil made her way over to the others, her stomach growling slightly. She had grown accustomed to ignoring it, though. After all, there was no point in concerning herself with something she couldn't fix, especially if she could ignore it. As she approached, she dipped her head in recognition of the leader of the little group, before settling into a comfortable position next to the others. She paid the other two little mind, instead focusing intently on Oubliette. "You have a plan?" she asked, her gaze curious. Of course she did; why else would she have called them all together?
