[voice]

[herholyname]

Well, well... I've managed to stumble across something you might find interesting. Seems I was right about those walls. We've got a little... pest problem, I guess you could say. I've managed to figure out where they are, but I'm afraid I don't have the same amount of power that you people are gifted with. I'm just an ordinary guy.

So, if anyone could help me with a little pest control, I'd be much obliged.

Comments

[herholyname]

Do you enjoy the taste of metal?

[cowardly_hero]

The taste of... what?

[herholyname]

Metal. If you try to take a bite of the journals, you'll see what I mean.

[cowardly_hero]

And break my teeth again? No thanks.

[herholyname]

[he already did it...] That's the same material these "bugs" are made of. They aren't bugs as you know them.

[cowardly_hero]

Then why would they give them the same name?

[herholyname]

There's a phrase: "to be a fly on that wall." It means someone wishes they could have been there to listen in on something. "Bugs" are made to do just that. Handy... to everyone but the listener.

[cowardly_hero]

Do they still look like bugs?

[herholyname]

That would depend on who made them. Some might like it for the pun or use it as a way to keep it looking natural. [a part of him can see Dr. Kazamatsuri doing it for the former]

[cowardly_hero]

Talk about bad tastes... [Literally so in this case.]

Well, what would they look like otherwise?

[herholyname]

Something small and unobtrusive. The less attention it grabs, the better.

[cowardly_hero]

Wait a minute. You're tellin' me you don't even know what this thing looks like? Then how do you know you even have 'em?

[Locked to Timon]

[herholyname]

[well, he didn't plan on giving this information on the boards originally, soooo...] A few suspicious sounds in the walls from time to time combined with the obvious watch kept over all of us... The pieces all fit together well enough.

Either way, I just want to check. It's not like it'll hurt if nothing's there.

[Locked to Nemo]

[cowardly_hero]

Ah... Suspicious sounds? You don't mean scurrying, do you?

[Locked to Timon]

[herholyname]

Not quite. Something similar to how the journal sounds when everything's quiet--though it might be louder to your ears. I don't know if I would have caught it if it weren't for a particularly quiet night.

[Locked to Nemo]

[cowardly_hero]

[He gives a breath of relief - before he realizes when this guy rips the wall open he still might find Ma's tunnels through his home.]

What were you planning to do?

[Locked to Timon]

[herholyname]

Just having people open up a few holes to check--no more than four. If nothing's there, I'll just help them fill it up.

...

By the way, if you're looking for the real kind of bugs, I would check some of the other floors. I was exploring them out of curiosity a few days ago, and I saw a few scurrying around in one or two.

I'd hurry before someone else gets to them.

[Locked to Nemo]

[cowardly_hero]

Pff, please. I'm the only insectivore within' miles of this place. Who else is gonna get to them?

[Locked to Timon]

[herholyname]

That depends. If it's in a place with residences, anyone who doesn't like bugs in their home will get to them first. Most people tend to kill any insects that wander in, you know.

[Locked to Nemo]

[cowardly_hero]

Well, obviously. I'd eat all of 'em that wandered into my own place.

[Locked to Timon]

[herholyname]

I guess that's true. Well then, do whatever you like. [he can't say Nemo didn't warn him]