(Aldrea, I'LL take over from here.
Just cause I'm not on for a while doesn't mean that I've forgotten.)
(Oh yeah... Cif wants me to add a new character, too, one based on his fursona Vi... howver since you told me not to, he came up with a new temporary character...)
(and then when I noticed that somehow, Cassandra suddenly appeared in the garage, I thought of something else...)
/Rick stops, out of breath. Frames is nowhere in sight./
"Lost him... well, I'll get him later, I've gotta help Cassandra..."
/Turning, he collides with something alive and falls back onto the floor. Looking up, he sees a small white and black cat holding a dagger./
"P-please don't try to hurt me, sir... I'd rather not kill you..."
/Rick looks at her skeptically./ "Why would I kill you? You seem nice enough." /He pulls himself to his feet./ "What are you called?"
/The cat stares at him, then answers in a quiet voice./
"Vera. They call me Vera."
/He shrugs./ "Well, Vera, you're welcome to come with us... I can tell that you hate this place deeply." /He starts to walk./
"Stay here. I have to fetch my friend."
(Okay, I'll stop for now... but I must let you know that Frames is going to die by the end of this...)
(Just not quite yet.)
/Rick reaches the room and looks around. He spies a wrapped bundle on the floor... it was about Cassandra's size, and was moving as though it was breathing. He picks the bundle up, not checking to see who it was./
"Cass? You okay?"
/The unknown person moans./