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

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.

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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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.

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?

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~~.

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.

Edited 2012-12-25 14:25 (UTC)

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.

"..."

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.

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.

((Going to go ahead and have Saber speed off, and then display that picture of the Pet so Tarn can see! Hope that's alright.))

Well, there went her canned goods. Unable to hold them while being bounced around, they fell one by one until she had none left.

Managing to turn just enough to be able to land on her knees instead of just being sprawled out, Saber sucked in her breath as she stabilized herself.

It was time to get out of there and attempt to find who owned this pet.

Just as she pushed herself up, she looked downwards as her hand sunk into something soft.

Her head turned away once and then back in a double-take, her eyes widening slightly as it seems she had stumbled across a suit. It was half covered in trash. Not taking a chance to look at it any more closely, she pulled out the black and grey garments and suddenly darted off while the pet was preoccupied with the other direction.

This time, Saber put her sincere efforts into the motions, and she sped off in a flash of green. Even though the pet was fast, she'd still be a challenge to catch even if he dare try to chase her. As she was leaving the boundary of the junk pile, she held the garments in one arm and her communication device in the other.

Pulling up the picture she had of the Pet, she sent it out as a mass text along with..

Is this yours? Contact Saber.

Hopefully someone would reply quickly. A creature as .. playful as that would be dangerous to just leave around to become bored.

((That's fine.))

The Pet watched the woman land, curiously. How strange, the organic had thrown away all of her little tins of other organic things along the way. Man, biological creatures were so weird. Still, the human had found the other thing that smelled like her, and the Pet wanted to know what would happen next. ... Except that something else caught its attention right then.

Wandering off a little ways, the animal sniffed at the nearest dropped tin. It had half (of half of a half of a functioning) mind to deliver this new small thing that smelled like the other thing that smelled like the organic to the organic that smelled like all of these things... but instead the Pet stepped on the can. The container exploded in a small spurt of peas and softness and... wow. The turbofox bounded off to the next nearest can and stepped on that too. -Squish- went another small splatter of baby carrots and off the animal went to find the closest can of tuna.

Needless to say, this went on for quite a while as the creature kept getting further and further away.

Meanwhile, off in the realm of people in possesion of actual sapience:

About 2 hours later Saber would get a ping on her device, and an Audio Message:

"That is mine."

"That creature is.. quite playful. It is in the junk pile and should likely be retrieved before it harms someone."

"... 'Playful.'" That's not even among the first 100 words Tarn would use to describe the Pet.

"How did you mean." The question is, well, phrased like a question, but somehow, it sounds more like an order. Don't ask how, it just does.

"It was cautious first, but then played and was very, very stubborn about letting me go. And it plays roughly; someone who would be unable to protect themselves would certainly get hurt."

"You're human, aren't you? I'm surprised you're still alive."

[ Yes, the commanding tone earlier slightly bothered her, but she had brushed it off. Now this man was admitting that he knew his pet acted like that and didn't seem to be too concerned? ]

"So you are aware your pet is like that? And yes, I am a human. I hope that you are in the process of training it."

"There is a reason we keep it on a leash." Which doesn't really answer any questions.

"The creature has never interacted with an organic of your size, I'm not aware of how this might influence its behaviour."

And the DJD sort of ... keep forgetting that they're trying to teach the Pet to stay off the furniture. You can't blame them though! There's just so many people out there that need to be murdered... and Tarn is a bit .... easily distracted sometimes...

"Wait.."

There's a heavy pause.

"Are you Tarn?"

"The pleasure is all yours, human."

"Most would say it is not."

Was this not the one that so many had been worried about upon his arrival? And not only that, but the one that she had been asked to fight? However, since then, things had calmed down. Perhaps they had all been.. overreacting?

"Then disconnect this call. You're under no obligation to continue it."

Shame on you, Saber, for feeding into Autobot hysteria. Next time maybe you should stick with the person who has 'justice' in his job title.

"In fact:"

Tarn hangs up.

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

http://youtu.be/c8xJtH6UcQY

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

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

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( audio ) fjlsadf i hate/love how dangerously cute the pet is ;_;

Somewhere there's a robot leaving tuna footprints everywhere... not something I ever thought I'd say

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and then it all makes sense

Saber needs to meet the other surprisingly tame, well-mannered turbofoxes the other robots have

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