[OPEN] D'aw, what a cute little crit--HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT THING??!?

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who: The DJD's 'pet' Turbofox AND YOU!
what: Oh you know, just your average robot Eldritch Abomination... that someone has apparently decided was awesome pet material. This is essentially a member of the robot undead (probably!) but it's one of the speedy, vicious ones instead of slow and shambling.
when: After the glyphless event (and like all fauna coming through the lambda, The Pet lacks a glyph).
where: The wee (probably the size of a small elephant) darling is wandering around the junk pile, trailing its leash behind it.
warnings: Half-wild, aggressively savage (giant?) animal that would love to eat your robot soul, but will settle for maulings instead. **Edit: Probably non-aggressive to things without sparks.
Note: Anything goes! Do whatever you want with the creature, just don't kill it, and Tarn is going to need to be able to get it back eventually. It would probably be weird if more than one person took it home too because continuity, so it might end up escaping if more than one person tries this. Also: Permissions Post *If you've said it's okay for Tarn to hurt your folk, that'll cover damage from The Pet too.

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Sure is a lovely day to go dumpster diving, isn't it?

But lo! What noise is that approaching from yonder pile of crap? It kinda sounds like a broken radiator with a quiet gurgling undertone. Weird.

Oh look! The cutest little/big ol' metal head just popped out, and oh man, those are the most adorable pokemon proportions on that robotic animal. It's like a metal eevee or something. And d'aww, is that a leash and chain around its neck? Looks like the baby is someone's pet. Except... wait... something's not right...

Sure the beady glowing eyes and the glowing drool is a little off-putting, and sure the slow slink towards you is maybe a bit unnerving, and the growl that's bubbling up from that mouth full of pointy, pointy teeth and even pointier ... teethy little alien-terror-grabby-extra-mouth-hands isn't the nicest sight, but hey! Maybe it's friendly-whoa, shit, you blinked and now it is way closer! That is one speedy little demon and Ffffffff-- maybe it is time to start tossing things at it?

Or maybe you can placate it with tummy rubs?

... Or maybe you should just be running now...?

Because seriously, while metal certainly doesn't rot, this little guy seems to be giving it its best shot.

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http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Image:The_pet_whos_afraid_of_the_djd.jpg

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The Pet circles this small creature its found, a lot like a douchebag predator might circle prey its more interested in playing with, than killing.

By all rights, Saber should be a part of its food chain -- the edible part. She's clearly alive (yum), and she's small enough to be taken down without too much trouble (double yum)! But The Pet's simplistic brain recognises that something is wrong here. Sabre is missing her deliciously crunchy shell, and her chewy spark centre.

What's a vaguely rabid turbofox to do?

It doesn't reply, and the circles its making becomes increasingly tighter, bringing it closer.

[pendragon]

Standing still, the knight gave no signs of fear or unease about the creature. That'd only provoke it, and truth be told, she didn't feel worried. If this creature attacked her, she'd defend herself as was appropriate.. even if it was someone's pet. It'd be unfortunate if she had to put it down, but hopefully the owner would understand.

However, Saber did put out her hand in the very universal pose that someone used when wanting to reach out to offer a hand to pet an animal. Of course, her hand was way below the creature's head, and not above as would have been normal, but..

It was worth a try. If anything, she could attempt to calm down this creature that was frolicking so.

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The Pet ignores the gesture. When a mouse reaches out to pat a cat, you'd sort of expect a few things to be lost in translation.

It stops behind the woman, and nostrils flaring, opens up passageways to its most sophisticated suite of chemical receptors. The sudden intake of air's loud, and whips Saber's hair around her face as the creature huffs.

Results are inconclusive, and The Pet thrusts its nose against Saber's back, taking another noisy sniff.

i want to call this a him, or is it strictly an it?*

[pendragon]

Saber remains still as the creature .. sniffs at her? Is it trying to determine if she's prey or predator? That would be a logical step for an.. animal to take.

She turns slowly while it's sniffing her, and puts her hand to the top of the nose in a light gesture; a simple pat of sorts. It's not demeaning, endearing, or anything else since her current demeanor is mostly indifferent. It's just something of a welcoming gesture. Her armored gauntlets protect her hands and some of her arms, but that mouth is big enough to take much more than that into its mouth.

Although Saber displays only confidence, her feet are planted so that she can jump away if need be. She's not ignorant, and knows how to deal with wild animals. This is no animal, but it has the mannerisms of one.

(I have no idea. Gender and this canon have always had a very...'special' relationship) but she may!

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...

So far The Pet has established that Saber would be as delectable as a styrofoam block -- which is to say: not at all.

In a last ditch attempt at finding something edible, its mouth opens, and a tongue extends to give the woman one experimental near-fullbody lick.

Mmmmyup, the human is definitely unappetising.

Also congratulations, Saber, you're now coated with glowing alien robot drool. On one hand, that's about as awesome as you'd expect it to be (kinda smells like beryllium). On the other hand, you're absolutely going to be a hit at any rave parties you choose to hit up.


[I'm sorry.]

How interesting. I guess I will stick with it!

[pendragon]

"Charmed," Saber states as she's covered in drool. Was that a hello? A final attempt at finding out if she was edible? She has no idea.

At least, her face and hair were missed by the tongue's attack.

Patting the creature one more time on the nose, this time a bit more dismissively, Saber turns a half-circle away from the creature. Its in her sights, but she's unsure as to what to do with it. Should she try to find the owner? Leave it be and running around the junk pile? She has no idea if its actually dangerous or not.

Looking downwards at the drool dripping off of her armor, she sighs gently.

"Is your owner even here?" she wonders, out loud. She was assuming so far the owner was here, but what's to say they are? It could have just fell through the lambda, like anything else here did.

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The Pet blinks its eyes, the glass of one fractured more than the other, and just looks at this thing that is definitely not a snack.

Right.

Okay.

What now?

...

Abruptly it pushes its snout forward, trying to knock Saber over.

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With a few rushed steps, Saber manages to keep her balance and then start to walk in the direction that the creature pushed her.

"I am looking for something," she voiced firmly. She was hoping that the creature would perhaps follow, at least out of its awkward curiosity. "When I am done here, if you could return with me to the Rec Center.."

She paused after she started voicing the thought, thinking about it as she walked over to another large heap. Using her armored gauntlets, she shifted through a bit more of the contents. Mostly, she was looking for food, and what she had originally been looking for was an after-thought.

If she took him to the Rec Center, would it cause havoc? Maybe it was best for someone else to come across it and take care of it? Preferably, a Cybertronian. The junk pile was no stranger to people passing by.

Saber stood up with a few cans in her arms as she looked back to the creature.

The Pet right now: http://img860.imageshack.us/img860/69/dogscience.jpg

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The animal followed along, still muzzily trying to figure out what exactly evolutionary behaviour dictated it do with the small woman.

It sat down patiently -- as it had (sort of) been trained to do when Saber started to dig, curious to see what she would unearth. The mounds of trash were so full of different conflicting scents and chemical compositions, that instead of try to parse each individual ingredient in this cocktail of disembodied information -- the Pet just ignored it all.

Perhaps though, the human would find something worthwhile! Maybe even a spark (and/or a robot attached to it. Same difference)!

When Saber finished rummaging and revealed her treasures to be cans of useless produce, the Pet was honestly disappointed. Still, it trotted over, and being a good sport, shoved its giant nose into Saber's armful, probably making things really hard to hold onto.

is talking to things that can't talk back a sign of insanity

[pendragon]

When her arm is nudged, she takes a few steps and drops the cans onto an ever growing pile.

Reaching out, Saber pats the creature on its nose in thanks for its behavior. She was somewhat surprised that it sat so patiently and waited on her.

"I've been looking if anything of mine has ever dropped," she laments as she scratches (or what would likely be scratching for him, since his snout is so large and her hands are armored) the top of his nose. "I felt that if I could fall through the Lambda, surely something else I recognized would. Or, if I could at least find some clothes that fit.."

That's what Saber had been doing in the junk pile. Yes, she was gathering things that could be useful for the Rec Center, but she was ever keeping out an eye for some clothes she could salvage. She didn't want to be in her battle gown constantly, and she had grown used to modern clothing when she had worn it. Saber knows that this is a silly thing to be looking for, especially when finding particular items in the junk pile seems so futile.

Still, that doesn't mean she can't voice her slight frustration with how impossible that desire is to this pet.

It probably means you're a pet owner at heart. Or you're REALLY INTO YOUR PLANTS

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The Turbofox's dear little virus-ridden half-dead brain just has no idea what is even going on. Distantly it thinks that perhaps the tiny organic is trying to communicate with it.

Still, nose scritches are an unexpected and pleasant surprise, and the creature lets its eye shutter halfway in enjoyment, lips peeling back over a terrifying alien mouth, to reveal an animal grin that could have been somewhat dopey had it not been attached to a protrusible jaw, and creepy alien teeth. The growing puddle of drool probably doesn't win it any beauty contests either.

For reasons only another turbofox would know, the Pet lifted a single paw and carefully (curiously?) (playfully?) (maliciously?) bings it down on top of Saber's head. All things told, it's a pretty passive attempt to squish her.

i do have pets. .. i also yell at things when i bump into them ):

[pendragon]

Saber is looking down at the growing puddle of drool that her efforts are producing when she suddenly feels pressure on top of her head. It's not a forceful presence, but it's enough to cause her to simply duck down and quickly step to the side to avoid the paw.

It's just a reminder she needs to be careful, and that she is glad this pet has an owner, as it's not one she would want to bring home.

Of course, with her side-stepping, the nose scratching stops as the knight looks at the pet.

Once again, that idea arises that she should simply broadcast to the Link that this large creature is here and someone should check it out, but Saber has a feeling that.. perhaps that is not the best idea, either.

Leaning down, Saber picks up the pile of cans that she had gathered. She looks once towards the Rec Center's direction, and once back to the pet.

Yes, she's considering leaving the pet.

Turning from it, she begins to walk back in the direction she came from, although somewhat slowly as she's both curious in what it'll do; well, there's not many options.

It'll follow her, stay there, or attack her (as that's always a possibility).

I'm in the group that talks to plants :D

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In one easy bound, (a skip, really), the creature hops over Saber's head to land in front of her, blocking her way.

Its rusting, hole-ridden tongue lolls, and its tail might even give a playful wag. (... Or is that a predatory swish?)

[pendragon]

((How do you plan on having Tarn find out about the pet? ICly, Saber would definitely want to find the owner, but I've been holding that off for your plotting sake. If you need someone to tell him where the Pet is, I'll gladly have Saber do a video log in the community, or I could even just have her broadcast a picture of it and say "is this yours" here. Let me know if any of that interests you!))

"I can't stay here forever, ah.. pet," Saber states clearly, standing there as she looks at the animal. Maybe its being playful, but if it suddenly swiped out at her, she could be hurt.

Beginning to walk around the creature, Saber remains alert as she watches it out of the corner of her eyes.

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((Sent you a PM!))

It just stands there, staring blankly as Saber addresses it. Then it lets her walk a few paces before stepping over her and placing itself in her way again.

Slowly it raises a paw, and lets it hover in the air.

[pendragon]

"Yes?" she asks, looking at the hanging paw. Is it.. trying to tell her something? It's so hard to tell. She has these cans in her arms now, but they're not terribly heavy.

"..."

Shifting all of her cans to one arm, she takes out her Link device and holds it up to the pet. Since it's light out, she doesn't need the flash function, and a lovely picture of the pet is taken with its paw in the air.

She'll need that when she attempts to find its owner.

Make sure to run that photo through instagram. Needs more lens flare

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The best emote to describe the Pet's expression would be this: :|.

Now that the animal has Saber's complete attention, that raised paw (clawed and the size of the woman's entire torso) bats at her. If it doesn't knock her over, the creature is going to give it another try, this time with the other pair ofdeath-dagger-fingers paw.

:|

what about blingee and glitter with shades on and the word sexy everywhere

[pendragon]

Saber is starting to slightly not like this creature.

It may be surprised, but the knight is easily able to quickly sidestep each swipe, each of her movements followed by a tiny trail of green with how fast she moves. Coming to stand still again, the phone is away and the stack of cans are securely held in her arms.

"I took a picture of you to help find you your owner," the woman says calmly. She's not exactly speaking for it to understand, she's speaking so it can hear the indifference in her voice.

Once again, she begins to walk by it, and this time at a quicker speed. If it tries to bat at her and stop her again, she may just dart out.

http://youtu.be/c8xJtH6UcQY

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Have you ever seen a fox on a trampoline? Well, the turbofox just found itself one, and he is small, speedy, and has a green after-image.

Rearing up on its hind legs just a little, it brings its forefeet down on the ground, bouncing them, once, twice, three times in excitement, and yup, the tail sure is wagging now.

The Pet makes a happy little gurgly, "Grawoogrrarr," noise, and then darts in a small, confining circle around the woman before trying for a few erratic, excitable bats, bops, swats, and occasionally a playful but rough headbutt. It's a good thing she's able to avoid most of them, because as it becomes obvious, given this creature's size, speed, and metal-makeup, its playful antics could probably seriously hurt someone less fleet-footed than Saber.

Working itself up, the animal eventually -- out of nowhere -- just goes in for a pounce.

why do you make something that's so dangerous sound so cute

[pendragon]

This wasn't a good situation.

Managing to side-step each of the bats, bops, swats, and headbutts, Saber keeps her canned goods in her arms as she carefully watches the creature and continues her movements. She doesn't exactly feel any hostility from the creature, and it could be just playing, but its "just playing" could hurt her if she's not careful.

And she's aware that the more she steps out of the way, the more excitable it will become.

Stepping twice backwards to avoid the pounce, the knight shifts all of her cans into one arm and raises a hand to scratch at the pet's chin. Saber has no experience with.. whatever this animal is supposed to be like, but she knows felines - especially felines - and canines all like having their chin scratched.

Maybe this will calm it?

What's that? You want more vids of foxes on trampolines? Okay! www.youtube.com/watch?v=IdPI50E0Zdo

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The Pet makes more unintelligible grating noises, and leans into the scratching with enthusiasm. This wouldn't work if Saber hadn't had gloved hands, but unfortunately for at least 1 party involved in these scritches, when the pet responds with enthusiasm, it's like having a very energetic elephant suddenly demanding your attention and pressing into your tiny, fragile hand.

Oh, and that elephant is made of super-durable alien metals.

Enjoy the affectionate, alarming, vaguely spazzy headbutting~~.

[pendragon]

Sighing inwardly, the knight took the headbutting miraculously well. She stood sill, and if she was worried about herself being harmed, would block some of the force with her arm.

"Come, then."

Walking forward one step at a time, Saber began to move forward while scritching the pet.

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Oh! The Pet knew that word! ... And whether we're talking about 'then' or 'come' is up for debate, because the animal had no intention of doing either.

Padding over, the creature allowed Saber to give it a few last delightful scratches before ever-so-daintily dipping its head -- and with a speed that allowed it to take down its prey in other circumstance -- pulled its lips back and closed its jaw around Saber's middle, lifting her into the air when it raised its head to look around.

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"..."

Saber's eyes went went as she was picked up. She was wearing her armor, and she was glad, but it also seemed like the creature wasn't exerting too much force into her. Yet, at least.

Did she ask for this without meaning to? How would "come, then" entail being picked up, unless perhaps this is how its master traveled with it? She had no idea.

Saber was starting to realize she was going to have to leave the pet on a note of surprise if she was going to escape from it. She'd have to get out of its mouth first, distract it somehow, or just be extremely quick and get away.

For now, she hung in its mouth, looking to the side as she began to attempt to plan. This creature, really..! She was going to have to find the owner soon.

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The animal resettled its grip around Saber's midsection, teeth scraping sparks against her armour, and wow, what big teeth they were. What big, pointy teeth.

Uncaring how that might feel, or how Saber might not appreciate the extra serving of drool, the Pet trotted back in the direction it had first come from. No, scratch that, this wasn't a trot, this a jolly straight-up canter, as it bobbed along, tail swishing gaily behind it.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Skip. Bounce. Bounce.

Long legs covered the ground easily, and eventually Saber was deep in garbage territory. At some undetermined signal, the Pet dropped the woman. It wasn't a very careful drop, but the height wasn't enough to hurt anyone, anyways.