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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 5, 2017 15:41:52 GMT -5
((Cuitie! *chucks dice* 1-12)) A four-legged six-limbed robot entered the area casually, and regarded the cat with mild interest. A human-ish face was attached to the front of the chassis. The face was feminine with unnaturally smooth and perfect skin. The mark of a red star on the cheek was the only flaw in their symmetry. The cat appeared at first to pay no mind to the robot, more invested in righting his balance as he came up with another pawful of water from the fountain. A surreptitious glance out of slit-pupiled blue eyes gives him away, however. After a moment the cat yawns, jumping down from the edge of the foundtain and padding towards the newcomer, mouth parted and flews pulled back in what appears to be a scowl. Those versed in animal behavior, however, would recognize the expression as the flehmen response. The cat appears wary, keeping a safe distance as he takes in the robot's scent. The robot had been cleaned at some point in time, but it wasn't very recent. They smelled of metal and dirt and sand, mixed in with the scents of humans and other citizens of the city. They hand a hand out to the cat, their legs folding up so they could crouch down. "Hello, kitty." Their voice was feminine as well, and the mouth moved well with the words. "Are you someone's lost pet?" Their eyes looked over the cat, examining the condition of that cat's fur and collar status.
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Post by Shinko on Mar 5, 2017 15:50:24 GMT -5
The cat appeared at first to pay no mind to the robot, more invested in righting his balance as he came up with another pawful of water from the fountain. A surreptitious glance out of slit-pupiled blue eyes gives him away, however. After a moment the cat yawns, jumping down from the edge of the foundtain and padding towards the newcomer, mouth parted and flews pulled back in what appears to be a scowl. Those versed in animal behavior, however, would recognize the expression as the flehmen response. The cat appears wary, keeping a safe distance as he takes in the robot's scent. The robot had been cleaned at some point in time, but it wasn't very recent. They smelled of metal and dirt and sand, mixed in with the scents of humans and other citizens of the city. They hand a hand out to the cat, their legs folding up so they could crouch down. "Hello, kitty." Their voice was feminine as well, and the mouth moved well with the words. "Are you someone's lost pet?" Their eyes looked over the cat, examining the condition of that cat's fur and collar status. The cat snorted in response to the question, tail flagging in a jaunty fashion. There was no sign of a collar on him as he neared to sniff the mechanical hand, but his thick, soft fur was well kept and free of filth or matting. Seeming satisfied with his inspection, the cat shook his head, causing the thick fur on his neck to shake. Out of the fur a small silver tag fell- was that there before? The collar it should have been attached to didn't seem to be visible, only the tag. An inspection of the tag revealed no address, phone number, registration, vaccination records... nothing but two characters. "レオ" The cat yawned, stretching his head upwards so that his brown fur momentarily obscured the tag again- and when he straightened, the unusual characters were gone, replaced by a single word. "Leo" The cat then licked a paw, swiping it over his face, and with the action the tag vanished into his fur once again, as if it had never existed.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 6, 2017 15:52:59 GMT -5
The robot had been cleaned at some point in time, but it wasn't very recent. They smelled of metal and dirt and sand, mixed in with the scents of humans and other citizens of the city. They hand a hand out to the cat, their legs folding up so they could crouch down. "Hello, kitty." Their voice was feminine as well, and the mouth moved well with the words. "Are you someone's lost pet?" Their eyes looked over the cat, examining the condition of that cat's fur and collar status. The cat snorted in response to the question, tail flagging in a jaunty fashion. There was no sign of a collar on him as he neared to sniff the mechanical hand, but his thick, soft fur was well kept and free of filth or matting. Seeming satisfied with his inspection, the cat shook his head, causing the thick fur on his neck to shake. Out of the fur a small silver tag fell- was that there before? The collar it should have been attached to didn't seem to be visible, only the tag. An inspection of the tag revealed no address, phone number, registration, vaccination records... nothing but two characters. "レオ" The cat yawned, stretching his head upwards so that his brown fur momentarily obscured the tag again- and when he straightened, the unusual characters were gone, replaced by a single word. "Leo" The cat then licked a paw, swiping it over his face, and with the action the tag vanished into his fur once again, as if it had never existed. The robot scrutinized the cat further. "So either you've got magic or your owner does. You're an interesting cat, Leo. My name is Caracura, and I like to think I'm an interesting lady. Do you like ear scratches, Leo?" She gave the cat a light pat.
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Post by Shinko on Mar 6, 2017 16:14:59 GMT -5
The cat snorted in response to the question, tail flagging in a jaunty fashion. There was no sign of a collar on him as he neared to sniff the mechanical hand, but his thick, soft fur was well kept and free of filth or matting. Seeming satisfied with his inspection, the cat shook his head, causing the thick fur on his neck to shake. Out of the fur a small silver tag fell- was that there before? The collar it should have been attached to didn't seem to be visible, only the tag. An inspection of the tag revealed no address, phone number, registration, vaccination records... nothing but two characters. "レオ" The cat yawned, stretching his head upwards so that his brown fur momentarily obscured the tag again- and when he straightened, the unusual characters were gone, replaced by a single word. "Leo" The cat then licked a paw, swiping it over his face, and with the action the tag vanished into his fur once again, as if it had never existed. The robot scrutinized the cat further. "So either you've got magic or your owner does. You're an interesting cat, Leo. My name is Caracura, and I like to think I'm an interesting lady. Do you like ear scratches, Leo?" She gave the cat a light pat. At the words "interesting lady," Leo gave off a rhythmic chirping noise that sounded like it might have been a laugh, looking the robot up and down in a way that seemed to imply he felt the words were an understatement. He purred as Caracura patted him- then jumped as a jolt of static passed between the two, his fur standing on end.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 6, 2017 17:10:34 GMT -5
The robot scrutinized the cat further. "So either you've got magic or your owner does. You're an interesting cat, Leo. My name is Caracura, and I like to think I'm an interesting lady. Do you like ear scratches, Leo?" She gave the cat a light pat. At the words "interesting lady," Leo gave off a rhythmic chirping noise that sounded like it might have been a laugh, looking the robot up and down in a way that seemed to imply he felt the words were an understatement. He purred as Caracura patted him- then jumped as a jolt of static passed between the two, his fur standing on end. "Ah-" Caracura withdrew her hand at the shock. "Well, that's a wake-up for the sensors. Are you alright, Leo? I might need rubber gloves, if they've even made in my size. Do you care to accompany me instead on my route? I'm patrolling for warp beasts tonight. I'd say you could ride along, but I have unlabeled pinch points I would rather not catch you in."
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Post by Shinko on Mar 6, 2017 17:39:02 GMT -5
At the words "interesting lady," Leo gave off a rhythmic chirping noise that sounded like it might have been a laugh, looking the robot up and down in a way that seemed to imply he felt the words were an understatement. He purred as Caracura patted him- then jumped as a jolt of static passed between the two, his fur standing on end. "Ah-" Caracura withdrew her hand at the shock. "Well, that's a wake-up for the sensors. Are you alright, Leo? I might need rubber gloves, if they've even made in my size. Do you care to accompany me instead on my route? I'm patrolling for warp beasts tonight. I'd say you could ride along, but I have unlabeled pinch points I would rather not catch you in." Leo lapped at the fur on his back to smooth it down, seeming to ignore Caracura at first. Then after a moment he looked up at her scrutinizingly, and rolled his shoulders in what seemed like a shrug.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 6, 2017 18:49:16 GMT -5
"Ah-" Caracura withdrew her hand at the shock. "Well, that's a wake-up for the sensors. Are you alright, Leo? I might need rubber gloves, if they've even made in my size. Do you care to accompany me instead on my route? I'm patrolling for warp beasts tonight. I'd say you could ride along, but I have unlabeled pinch points I would rather not catch you in." Leo lapped at the fur on his back to smooth it down, seeming to ignore Caracura at first. Then after a moment he looked up at her scrutinizingly, and rolled his shoulders in what seemed like a shrug. Caracura stood up and started walking, not glancing back to see if Leo followed. She didn't need to, as she had eyes in the back too.
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Post by Shinko on Mar 6, 2017 19:53:42 GMT -5
Leo lapped at the fur on his back to smooth it down, seeming to ignore Caracura at first. Then after a moment he looked up at her scrutinizingly, and rolled his shoulders in what seemed like a shrug. Caracura stood up and started walking, not glancing back to see if Leo followed. She didn't need to, as she had eyes in the back too. Leo stretched, pawing at the ground with his front claws, before he began to trot after Caracura. He looked at the rear eyes, his pupils contracted. Curious, perhaps, or maybe skeptical. Cautiously, silently, he began to creep along the ground, aiming for one of the robot's feet as he lowered himself into a play-pounce posture.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 7, 2017 14:39:09 GMT -5
Caracura stood up and started walking, not glancing back to see if Leo followed. She didn't need to, as she had eyes in the back too. Leo stretched, pawing at the ground with his front claws, before he began to trot after Caracura. He looked at the rear eyes, his pupils contracted. Curious, perhaps, or maybe skeptical. Cautiously, silently, he began to creep along the ground, aiming for one of the robot's feet as he lowered himself into a play-pounce posture. Despite her warning her pinch points appeared to be covered, though more likely the purpose behind this was to keep out dirt than wandering organic bits. The eyes in the back hardly resembled eyes at all, much like the other inconspicuous bumps on her front and sides. They passed under a streetlamp, which highlighted her sandy yellow camouflage colors. She did not shine or glow like a Hollywood robot might, and most of her surface was bumpy and scratched. Even in the scratched areas her colors remained true, seemingly not a paint job. Her feet had a wide base and the bottoms had a soft covering, quieting the sounds of her footsteps. She watched Leo, but took no advanced actions in response to his.
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Post by Moni on Mar 7, 2017 15:13:24 GMT -5
The Scrac that Smiles BackThat was a suspiciously quick change of heart. The guy had been so resistant to the simple act of spitting in a vial--and instead of begrudging compliance, he seemed to be almost... warm. It was usually a bad sign when murderers did that. "Finally, I thought you'd never come around. Now, catch this, and be careful. This vial cost a whole cent, which, incidentally, is worth more than you'll ever be." Faust passed the glass vial to him with a flick of the wrist.
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Post by Shinko on Mar 7, 2017 20:23:28 GMT -5
Leo stretched, pawing at the ground with his front claws, before he began to trot after Caracura. He looked at the rear eyes, his pupils contracted. Curious, perhaps, or maybe skeptical. Cautiously, silently, he began to creep along the ground, aiming for one of the robot's feet as he lowered himself into a play-pounce posture. Despite her warning her pinch points appeared to be covered, though more likely the purpose behind this was to keep out dirt than wandering organic bits. The eyes in the back hardly resembled eyes at all, much like the other inconspicuous bumps on her front and sides. They passed under a streetlamp, which highlighted her sandy yellow camouflage colors. She did not shine or glow like a Hollywood robot might, and most of her surface was bumpy and scratched. Even in the scratched areas her colors remained true, seemingly not a paint job. Her feet had a wide base and the bottoms had a soft covering, quieting the sounds of her footsteps. She watched Leo, but took no advanced actions in response to his. Leo crept fowards, then pounced, attempting to latch on to one of Caracura's feet, as cats often do with feet.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 8, 2017 14:48:36 GMT -5
The Scrac that Smiles BackThat was a suspiciously quick change of heart. The guy had been so resistant to the simple act of spitting in a vial--and instead of begrudging compliance, he seemed to be almost... warm. It was usually a bad sign when murderers did that. "Finally, I thought you'd never come around. Now, catch this, and be careful. This vial cost a whole cent, which, incidentally, is worth more than you'll ever be." Faust passed the glass vial to him with a flick of the wrist. He grabbed the vile and sidestepped, grabbing at her jaw hinge points he attempted to shove the vile down her throat. Despite her warning her pinch points appeared to be covered, though more likely the purpose behind this was to keep out dirt than wandering organic bits. The eyes in the back hardly resembled eyes at all, much like the other inconspicuous bumps on her front and sides. They passed under a streetlamp, which highlighted her sandy yellow camouflage colors. She did not shine or glow like a Hollywood robot might, and most of her surface was bumpy and scratched. Even in the scratched areas her colors remained true, seemingly not a paint job. Her feet had a wide base and the bottoms had a soft covering, quieting the sounds of her footsteps. She watched Leo, but took no advanced actions in response to his. Leo crept fowards, then pounced, attempting to latch on to one of Caracura's feet, as cats often do with feet. Caracura stopped moving. Her voice sounded from her front. "Leo, only my hands have undergone safety checks for organic contact. Please remove yourself."
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Mar 14, 2017 21:21:59 GMT -5
(I'll toss this idiot in while I slowly type HW) A bizzare fellow sat, lounging in the square, waiting for someone to walk by.
"Why is it so warm in February...." A bundle of coats happened to be walking past, and answered his question. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IT'S FREEZING! WHIPERSNAPPERS DON'T KNOW WHAT HEAT IS THESE DAYS!" (I have no idea if this'll be a recurrent thing, but I figure it won't hurt to give it a shot.) Down an otherwise wide, empty street, a small figure approaches. It doesn't make a sound as it nears, keeping to the shadows at the edges of buildings. As it comes into view, it leaps onto the edge of a large ornamental fountain, revealing itself in the sunlight to be a male snowshoe cat. He bats at the water in the fountain with a paw, soaking the fur of the appendage, then brings up said paw to lap the water out of. He seems inattentive to its surroundings, but the occasional flicker of a dark red-brown ear gives lie to this notion. The cat purrs softly as he reaches down into the fountain for another dab of water. ((Cuitie! *chucks dice* 1-12)) A four-legged six-limbed robot entered the area casually, and regarded the cat with mild interest. A human-ish face was attached to the front of the chassis. The face was feminine with unnaturally smooth and perfect skin. The mark of a red star on the cheek was the only flaw in their symmetry. The Scrac that Smiles Back FAUST: Your "charity" is a scam. Let me fix that for you. You're a con artist that takes money that could be spent to real charities. Nobody should be giving you money. Give to the Green Circle of Heraclia or something, not this disgusting excuse for a human being. *puts up sign listing real charities* Wait, is Oak Tree even human? There was no one paying attention, no one even looking. He smiled and got up from his booth, coming around to meet the old woman. "Here," he offered his hand and spoke with a calm, warm tone, "may I see that vile?" Well now it's cold. Heyy.... you can see me?
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 15, 2017 0:05:45 GMT -5
A bundle of coats happened to be walking past, and answered his question. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IT'S FREEZING! WHIPERSNAPPERS DON'T KNOW WHAT HEAT IS THESE DAYS!" ((Cuitie! *chucks dice* 1-12)) A four-legged six-limbed robot entered the area casually, and regarded the cat with mild interest. A human-ish face was attached to the front of the chassis. The face was feminine with unnaturally smooth and perfect skin. The mark of a red star on the cheek was the only flaw in their symmetry. There was no one paying attention, no one even looking. He smiled and got up from his booth, coming around to meet the old woman. "Here," he offered his hand and spoke with a calm, warm tone, "may I see that vile?" Well now it's cold. Heyy.... you can see me? "OF COURSE I CAN, I'M NOT BLIND YET!" they yelled as they continued past.
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 26, 2017 21:42:49 GMT -5
A tiny squeak escaped Cassie and her cheeks burned pink. A playful annoyance flitted across her lips. "Waiting until just the right moment, were you?" she smirked, slightly. "They're gonna have a really hard time beating you in there." A pause, and Cassie lost whatever bravado she'd had. "Er...shall we?" But she did give his arm a discreet squeeze as she dragged him from the bar, her twirly fruit grog almost daring to spill. He chuckled and sat down at the table the game was being played at. "Mind if we join in?" he asked the already seated group. "If you've got money, you can play." responded one of them. Oak looked to Cassie. Cassie blinked. "Oh!" she started. "You'll get me back for this, won't you?" she teased, laughing nervously a little at the end of her query. Reaching into her bag, she muttered to herself and pulled out various currencies, from Dubloons, to Canadian to Neopoints to even that interesting coin from Barbados she had encountered once at work ((True story)). Aware of the stares, Cassie pulled all of the coins--various, but relatively few in number--closer to her and protested, her face pink. "I like to travel, okay?"
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