The skies are all quiet and I can't make a sound Who: Tanith (+ familiars Eztli and Banges) When: 11:15ish Where: Treat's house
What upset her the most was that she hadn't fucking seen it coming. She and Treat had been toying with each other for a while, but something always got in the way. In Tanith's mind, the problem was always Treat wimping out. If it had been up to her and her alone, they would have done it a long time ago. Tonight, texting back and forth with Treat while he was at that stupid dance, Tanith had been having fun. She had been laughing. At work. And she had flirted, and he had flirted back, and goddammit plans had been made. She'd made up her mind, and tonight, she was finally going to sleep with that man and she didn't care if it killed him. She was going to cut through the sexual tension, exorcise it, and be able to function like her normal self again. She had been looking forward to it. She had never once had that moment of 'this isn't actually going to happen, he'll remember he's afraid of me and chicken out in the long-run.'
And when she pulled in Treat's empty driveway in front of his darkened house, she could have punched an infant in the face.
Tanith just couldn't believe he had stood her up. She let herself in and threw her damned key across the room, just in time for Eztli to come bounding in.
"Something is wrong," he informed her.
"Oh yes, something will be," Tanith agreed, rather loudly. "When I kill him."
Eztli took a moment to cycle through Tanith's thoughts and sighed heavily. It only took a bit for him to pluck everything that had happened tonight from Tanith's brain, and on a normal day that would have driven her insane. At the moment, all of her frustration was saved up for Treat. "I am not referring to your lost opportunity to sabotage the first friendship you've perhaps ever had," the familiar said, irritably. "Something else is wrong."
Tanith stared at Eztli and waited. Seconds later, that weird looking weasel thing always following MacKenna around poked nervously into the room. "They never came home," it said. His voice was very small and fretful. "Kenna and Treat. And... and... and..." Tanith waited a moment. Then it was like an explosion went off in her head. "Something is very wrong I am very scared something is wrong with Kenna I can't find her mind I can't I can't I can't she's in danger they're in danger I need help-" Even if it went straight into Tanith's mind, her first reaction was still to clamp her hands over her ears. Even Eztli winced.
"Holy shit, stop!" Tanith shouted at it. It stopped. Christ, I feel like my brain is bleeding, she thought. She frowned and waited for the ringing in her head to stop, and eventually what the thing had actually said caught up to her. "They're still at the dance then," she said. "Big deal." She was still going to kill him.
"No," Banges insisted, his voice sounding pained. "Or... I don't know. Maybe? But something is still very wrong. I need to go there. Please? Please, help me?"
Tanith pinched the bridge of her nose. How long has he been like this? she thought. She hated communicating with Eztli this way, but what the hell. Time to go for broke.
The last fifteen minutes or so, came the cougar's reply. It came on pretty sudden. He woke up from a dead sleep. Rather scared the daylights out of one of Treat's cats, too. For what it's worth, I believe his concerns may be legitimate. Tanith didn't respond, just looked at Eztli and waited. Yes, he needed to explain that bit. We have a range. I can't read your thoughts when you're outside of it, but I still know where you are. Banges is disturbed because, from what I can gleam... MacKenna disappeared completely off of his radar. Or something very near it.
Tanith stared a moment longer. When she was angry she was loathe to do anything to take away from it, but maybe - just maybe - something had happened. If that were the case, she didn't necessarily need to torture Treat. Tanith's gaze shifted to MacKenna's familiar. It stood up on its hind legs, looking hopeful.
"Please?"
Tanith let out a long sigh and nodded. "I need to change," she said. The Ad Gustum car had left, and she was going to have to take the ninja. She headed for the stairs, Banges repeating his gratitude over and over as she ascended. Dread was starting to form in the pit of her stomach. No, it's not, she said. The furball's mood is rubbing off on me. Whatever it is, I don't care. But she did. And that was the worst thing of all.