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Post by Kristofor on Mar 25, 2021 17:40:50 GMT -6
Encounters: OnMy ResumeSkills applicable: Agriculture rank 1 Toxin-wise Berry Picking Verdant Lord Wild Speak Tracking Presently: Mira Adult Female Mist Panilla Level 64 Loyalty 56 Stamina: 3 Strength: 1 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Loosen Fur, Empathic Link, Nightvision Moves: Nip, Illusion, Hidden Mist Knows: Accept Darkness (2), Nightvision (8), Hold (1), Drop (1), Name (1), Tolerance (2), Loosen Fur (4), Hidden Mist (8), Illusion (8), Nip (1) NOTE:((Kristofor has 'wild speak' as a skill! Bold is a headline or wild speak body language. 'talking' is Kristofor's Laiyan speech. "Talking" is Common, if in conversation. Non-canon, Kristofor can see in the dark. Think of a dungeons and dragons type of night vision; he can see a bit, but not very far and not stat-wise. Just canon. Because what kind of fox can't see in the dark? Right? right.)) Goal: 25 post long 'walk', perhaps teach a trick in a month --- NOBODY LIVES HERE YET Inside: To sell: Food: Description: A smallish plot of garden out behind the apartment building that Kristofor rents, part of the package deal. Because the water has been turned off for so long, most of what is here is dead. There's a gnarly apple tree that may or may not be dead, or just dormant, a very dirty but apparently sound workbench that could fit a pair of cat carriers, and in the middle of the mess is a dried up koi pond. The algae is so thick that its scummed up the lining and most of the rocks are thick and green. It needs a lot of care to be able to take fish again.
If anything is alive, its gnarled and wild and not been cared for in a while, as the original caretaker has passed and been left alone. There may be a water system someplace in there, but its under a lot of foliage corpses.
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 25, 2021 18:54:05 GMT -6
-T'e idea The initial thought came to him while out on a walk around the city, Dawson happily tugging him along, looking at literally everything. A gaggle of assorts stopped in the middle of the street, talking excitedly. Curious, Kristofor paused to stand at the edge of the crowd, thankfully just tall enough he could see over them a bit. What looked like a little human with pointed ears was talking loudly, dressed about as loudly colored as their voice, top hat and all. "Feast your eyes, for my dog Spot is so smart, he can tell put his toys away in the right baskets, BLINDFOLDED!" The dog 'Spot' looked like a regular dog, but more wolf then most humans could tell apart; their ears were much more attached to the head then a dog like Dawson. Noise? The houlou nosed at the back of his knee, wuffling once. What was going on here? Why stop? Where here? Food? 1
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 25, 2021 19:02:04 GMT -6
The little human brandished a white handkerchief, a regular one humans would wear in all sorts of manner, or put on their animals like a collar, then stepped over to the dog, who nearly met his height at the shoulder with their head, and attached the item around their face. The animal waited, now blind to the world, sniffing the air a bit. Presented with a yellow frisbee, the dog took the toy when it touched their muzzle, and got up, sniffing the air. Walking back, then forth, in front of a variety of small baskets, each with a single item in them. A ball. A rope. A frisbee. A squeaky ham. And a bone. It took a minute before the dog stopped before the frisbee basket, and dropped their item into it. Sitting down for the next request. Again, the little human gave them an item, this time a ball. Kristofor watched the creature do the thing, pausing by the ball basket after a bit, and then dropping it in. The crowd oooh'd and ahh'd. Dawson couldn't see what was going on. 2
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 25, 2021 19:12:33 GMT -6
He gained a variety of applause from the crowd, taking off the hat and bowing. The dog's tail wagged with the applause; applause was good, as master was happy. The hat remained off. "Coins for the show, just a tip. Feed our stomachs, and see more tricks another time! We're here all week!" the little one crowed. This display didn't meet as much vigor as expected. A couple people tossed in some copper coins, others grumbled at being shaken down for entertainment purposes. The crowd dispursed, and Kristofor saw the little man turn his hat over into his hand, and a small amount of copper coins slid into the palm. He grumbled, pocketing the change, and pulled off the white handkerchief, and made an odd sound. The dog got up, shook itself and plodded to beside the small box of supplies to drink some water. They never touched once. No pats, no praise, no nothing. "There's no encore" the man responds to Kristofor who hadn't left yet, the houlou tied to his wrist now able to see the setup and the smells. He sniffed the air, tail wagging. 3
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 25, 2021 19:23:51 GMT -6
"How did you train to do that" the fox asked him, picking his Common carefully. The performer paused, glancing at the tall fox, and his dog. "Why, lookin' to steal my show for yourself?" he asked, eyes squinting in suspicious manner. "No" the fox reassured him. "Curious." The little man angled to look up at the fox, rotating the empty hat in their hands. "Smellin', thats what these mutts do best. You can have em drop where the smell matches. Some mutts know colors too; if you're trying to get fancy about it. Impress your pack friends with your mutt's smellin' brain." they tell him. Gathering up the baskets, which are colored, he handed em off. "Gotta change up the show, now that someone else has the same idea." "Not stealing your show" Kristofor insisted. The other just shrugged, and slipped a chain loop around the dog's neck. Dawson trotted up to say hello, all wags, but the dog doesn't pay attention to him. Woof! Friend? Happy! 4
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 25, 2021 20:40:07 GMT -6
The other animal just ignored him, turning their head away and avoiding eye contact. Only when the little man pulled on the chain did the dog get up and go towards him, ignoring all the signs of Dawson's attempts to make friends, to say hello. He had gathered up the toys and such into a rucksack that almost matched him in size. A traveling performer? "Got 't be off now." he gives the leash a pull, and the dog follows him obediently off down the street. Confuse? Sad... Dawson's wagging tail dropped flopped behind him briefly. Other dog didn't want to play... The idea buzzed around in Kristofor's head as he turned the pile of plastic baskets around in his paws. Where could he go to do any sort of practice of that? The dangers of the mansion grounds being inhabited by giant geese with arms and killer rabbits wasn't drawing him back right now. Faelot; new life; ya right. So he decided to ask Kevin. She told him to start a garden plot, per chance. Just sign up for one, and start gardening. But where would he make one? Was it close to the city? So he did so. "You plant it yourself, and can keep plant related pets there, should you acquire any." Kristofor had never gardened before. How did it work? 5 -SKIP TO SHOWTIME-
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 27, 2021 4:46:13 GMT -6
-find place It turned out you had to ask about them, and then pick an area of undeveloped land to place it. The Warden had a bunch of partitioned plots in the southwest? ern part of the city, but who wanted to travel that far to garden, huh? Just kidding. He wasn't picky on where it was there was open space to stretch his legs in. Heck, anywhere inside the wall of the city felt good to him, and as long as he kept to the city's strict 'plants or two un-plants-' only sort of mindset for how that was built, nobody cared what they did. Frankly, if there was any sort of undeveloped "Sorry, the undeveloped land in the residential area is for just that; residential buildings. You might want to get a garden in the plots." he got told. Thats how the fox found himself outside, at dusk as the shadows grew, giving Mira a ride and trying to coax along a rather stubborn jackaroo who wasn't having much of this, hunting up a place to make his own. After all, Kristofor's time for finding a place to put himself and four 'small' creatures rapidly grew smaller. For when Faelot ended, so did his time to get out of the kennel before construction. -continue Nightvision- 6
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 27, 2021 4:53:35 GMT -6
The city had four different city streets that were 'dedicated' to where the residents could live; most built their own properties and depending on the size, it stretched beyond the walls. Others rented from existing, like the kennel who was free, or actual houses or apartments with rent. What was rent? The opposite of earning money, it was spending money on a monthly basis to be allowed to live there. A small and abandoned duplex caught the fox's eye on one of the less used streets. Tiny shop beneath it, and above being what the landlord (the humanoid who owned the building and its insides that were nailed down) called a 'studio apartment'. Good for those who didn't have much and wanted to basically live where they worked. Worked... Hm. There was also a plot of gardening space attached behind the building. Totally abandoned and overgrown worse then untamed blackberry bushes in high summer. The landlord turned out to be a female of humanoid nature, her pointed ears accented with deeper brown tan marks that reminded him of cats. 'What are those markings on your face and ears?' he couldn't exactly help himself and not ask. She looked briefly surprised, either at his Laiyan sounding rather animalistic or his question. Her blue eyes gleam in the fading light, holding a lantern between them on a stick. With those two herbivores attached to him, blinking in the fading lights. 7
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 27, 2021 5:00:07 GMT -6
'Marks of my tribe.' the pointy eared female answered with a smile. 'Most people think they're just marks and think nothing more. You have an astute eye for detail.' The fox in question paid attention to the ground for a minute or so, suddenly shy. 'Nobody's rented these buildings in a long time, even with such prime real estate.' scanning the quiet curbside along the road, not much in sight as most humans were going to bed, and those who were out were not here. 'Pet friendly?' the fox asked her, glancing up briefly. Oh what pretty brown eyes he had. Framed by that luxurious fur that made the female want to pet him very badly indeed. 'Oh yes. Well behaved pets are a must. Most renting places charge a deposit to cover pet related damages and such, that means you give them money ahead of time before moving in and then paying them monthly to live there.' she explained, showing him and his pair around the corner to the gardening area. It coined the term 'strangled to near-death by weeds'- wonderfully. 'I think they're just unwilling to have their spaces so close by.' Running her hand along the darkening fenceline, she looked whistful. 8
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 27, 2021 5:07:29 GMT -6
There might be a tree in there, or flowerbeds, she seriously didn't know. 'My late uncle owned this whole complex, backspaces and all. I had to sell off hunks of it to the city in order to settle his estate though. This is the only one left I actually still own. He had a green thumb for gardening and grew the loveliest flowers one did see. The locals back then would ask him non stop for his flowers to be sold on market. But besides making the arrangements of the local Temples, he didn't sell them.' she sighed. 'Listen to me, a dithering fool. You must be bored silly, and your creatures are-' she noticed they were not even phased by the changing of light. The kangarooish thing with armor had their clawed fingers resting on the gate, scanning just beyond the gate itself into the garden. What did it see, or not see? The fluffy creature that made a living boa on the fox watched her with big silvery eyes. He seemed to be in thought, watching his digitgrade feet. 'I would like to see your house on top' he finally managed to put it into words. Oh, was he that interested? 9
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 27, 2021 5:14:10 GMT -6
The apartment itself wasn't anything to write home about; smaller then his aunt's tree, thats for sure. It wasn't a tree though, but a building. And likely difficult to dig out through the floor to escape in case he had to do so... One bed, one bath (if two humans could share elbow room in that closet called a bath, he'd be surprised), a small kitchenette that appeared clean enough that merged with a common area. Nothing specifically for pets... he'd have to make do it seemed. Whatever wasn't nailed down was able to be moved around to his content. No furniture, he'd need to bring his own. The jackaroo glanced around the fox's legs to see the semi-lit indoor of the area. It smelled like dust and lack of life in here, its nose wrinkled a bit. The charm came from the access to the shop downstairs and having a lovely patio that popped out the back set of glass doors to look over her late uncle's garden. 'For a bit extra, I'd let them even take the garden for their own, but they would be fully responsible for its upkeep' Mira peeked through Kristofor's hair at the garden from this high up. Something was rustling around in the weeds down there. She couldn't 'see' it, but could hear it. Wheek? 10
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 27, 2021 19:25:56 GMT -6
“You sound interested in renting the propety if my hunch is correct?” She asked him. Kristofor nodded once. “Do you require any sort of accessiblity, like uh... a wheelchair?” It was a stupid question really; he was as fox as a fox could look when standing upright, and looked quite hale and healthy. “Can doors be little gates? Open, no doors where I live.” The fox picked his common carefully before realizing it sounded like he was a kit. ‘Where I reside in the kennel, I replaced all the doors with knee high gates, though I may need to increase the height.’ He gestures at the jackaroo, who is definitely not knee high. ‘It feels more open and less constricting’ “I understand what you mean. Some places are built on the inside so snugly it feels like being enclosed in a box, and not every creature or person likes that.” The pointy eared female mused aloud, eyeing the fluffy boa of panilla on his shoulder, who looked at her, peeked away, then glanced again. Aww, she was shy. “I can consider replacing the doors, but I’m going ot add a bit to the monthly possibly. I’ll ask around on that; nobody’s asked that before.” 11
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 28, 2021 4:43:24 GMT -6
At least she had some semblance of understanding the minor irritation of doors. Especially how heavy the ones in the kennel were to pull open and shut. Getting them apart wasn't difficult even; just pull the stabilizing metal pin attaching it to the wall from each hinge and push inward, let gravity take hold. 'Natural' he may be, but that didn't mean he wanted to be 'good' at pulling apart homes by the doors. The gates should be enough unless the larger creatures (namely now Dawson and the jackaroo) learned to hop over or pick the latches. Blinking, there was a rusty key in his face now. "I'll be in touch by the end of the week, but until then, feel free to entertain yourself in the garden. Pull a few weeds, prune a tree, let your kangaroo hop around, whatever. Its completely wild, so I have no idea what's even in there." the female warned him before giving an exchange of their addresses. He liked the look of the overlook for the garden, and the shop wasn't bad, even if it was boarded up and dark inside; he had no idea what was inside now. But that was for a lighter look. He still had Mira and the jackaroo on him. 12
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Post by Jack on Mar 28, 2021 9:26:11 GMT -6
A low breeze shot through the gardens, ruffling the fur of anyone it passed.
[Nothing happens]
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 31, 2021 20:35:32 GMT -6
He should get his own set of lights; the harsh city lights for when the place was lit burned his retinas at night; artificial lights in the city burn much brighter then candles or oil lamps. It must be the electricity; Here though, the back of the building loomed in the darkness while he stood there, squinting into the gloom of an untamed, abandoned garden. Couldn't even see across it terribly well. 'Perhaps I should come back here in the daytime.' the fox considered to himself as he stood there, watching. The little gate that separated him and the plot acted like an iron gateway, shut for all. As his eyes readjusted, it came into slow view. Been running around in the dark too long sometimes. ((Think of a dungeons and dragons type of night vision; can see a bit, but not very far and not stat wise. Just canon. Because what kind of fox can't see int he dark. Right? right. ))Bout thirty feet ahead of him, Mira and the unnamed jackaroo the tangled growth had a very dry look to it; almost branchy; perhaps a dead bush nearby? Reaching over the short fence, he broke off a piece of wood from it, rolling the dry twig in his fingers before giving it a sniff. Hm... apple? He offered it to Mira, who took it after sniffing it some herself. 13
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