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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 0:27:15 GMT -6
This was something that Morgan had not done since they had began inventing things instead of training socialite's high-end pets. However, Morgan was convinced that the quest board was, for better or worse, helping them get out of the mansion every once in a while. That was how Morgan had gotten into this situation; after noticing the young female owner with a rather rambunctious, nearly dangerous, drake racing around, Morgan had agreed to take some poor, stupid sap's lamadidron. Morgan didn't usually judge; it was those wealthy socialites that allowed a much younger, freshly orphaned Morgan to survive and upkeep the mansion. However, Morgan couldn't help but believe that someone that was having a hard time training a rock eater to not eat a couch; which by the way was NOT A ROCK, was pretty damn stupid. Ah well, Morgan was enjoying having something to do. However; this lamadidron was sorta feeling like Morgan might have met their match...
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 0:33:24 GMT -6
Morgan had to admit that they had been a bit saddened though pleasantly surprised that the drake from earlier had been so well socialized. It was friendly, it didn't treat other humans like food, it was big enough to hurt people but hadn't quite become unruly yet... It somewhat reminded Morgan of a young Waar; and Waar was still... Being revived. Morgan had no idea that the process took this long, but had a bit of an idea that it was not exactly what they had perhaps thought it was, starting out.
The bespectacled human was currently trying to DRAG the lamadidron with them, pulling on a metal chain that was clipped to the creature's metal collar. The lamadidron was not having ANY of this. Morgan was weaker than most people, and had always been sickly, so they weren't sure just how they were going to get this creature to the usual park spot that they trained creatures in. This was going to suck.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 0:55:39 GMT -6
Morgan was glad that the creature had not attempted to attack them yet; it would seem that lamadidron were not the most aggressive creatures. They did eat rocks, after all. Some kind of a strange, elemental, weirdo creature. Morgan did not know of anyone that trained these on the regular; Morgan had never heard of any of them being used in the damnable pit, and Morgan had not seen many of them being walked down the street in front of their estate. Perhaps the creatures just weren't as interesting to people as they should be? Elemental creatures supposedly did quite well in the pit, and these were quite sturdy.
People just didn't seem to be interested in these, and Morgan really wasn't all that much either. That was partially because Morgan was really wary of creatures that were difficult to deal with; like right now. The lamadidron was absolutely refusing to move a single inch, no matter how much Morgan pulled.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:03:05 GMT -6
Morgan knew a little bit about Lamadidron, at least. They were big, bulky, not quite the most intelligent creatures ever but not really stupid, and most of them were probably dangerous. Oh yeah, most of them had elemental powers, others were simply so hot to the touch that they could kill you if you try to touch them. Morgan was glad that this creature, at least, was pretty cool to the touch in comparison, more like room temperature. However, it still wasn't helping much if at all; the creature was refusing to budge. Finally, after pulling a bit, Morgan decides to simply pull out a treat; a mossy and kinda cold rock. The creature immediately seemed to perk up, and take a step forward. "That's it, come on." Morgan said, waving the rock around. "You know you want it." Morgan said quietly, knowing that there was no real reason to since the creature would not understand and would never.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:14:20 GMT -6
There were honestly a billion other things that Morgan would rather be doing today than this, now that Morgan was actually -doing- this. Morgan had thought that they wanted to do this; had thought that they wanted to get the quests done, and do them each time they could to earn points, but now Morgan was standing here with a big critter that smelled a bit like dust, and no real way of getting it used to them enough to make the training any easier. Still, Morgan was very much confident that they would get this done; but Morgan hoped that it would be sooner rather than later. There were, of course, other things that needed to be done, and very little time to do it in.
The bespectacled human lured the creature to the correct spot in the park using the mossy rock, and couldn't help but be frustrated by the time they finally got there. This sucked.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:19:30 GMT -6
There were so many creatures in the Labs that Morgan was surprised that more people did not train. So many people had a ton of different kinds of creatures, but never trained more than half of them. Morgan planned to continue working on most of their creatures roughly equally, if only because they wanted to know as much about the Labs as possible, and the best way to do that was to inspect their product thoroughly, and then infiltrate. That was the idea anyway. Morgan was going to find out what happened to their father. Regardless of anything that could stand in the way.
Morgan's father would not have abandoned them. NEVER. No one was that heartless; enough to leave a preteen alone. That, and the hush money... That wouldn't always be there, would it? Morgan just needed to know what happened!
Morgan was not exactly surprised that no one trained the Lamadidron, now that they thought about it. They just didn't look impressive, and they weren't hyper-aggressive and possibly murderous enough for the general populace.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:25:04 GMT -6
It had always surprised the young individual that Morgan was back in the day to see so many people carting about huge monstrous carnivores all over the city, without much thought as to the safety of others. Fruu-fruu the wiurn doesn't bite ME so he wouldn't bite anyone else, right? Yeah, right. Morgan hated the ideas that most people had about creatures. Just because they love -you- with that false-love that the psycho-somatic effect forced into them, doesn't mean that they are perfectly well-adjusted to random other people, that may also be carting around another creature just like yours or worse. It was terrifying. Morgan had vowed never to take out a creature that was not properly harnessed down.
Morgan didn't really care about other people; but the idea of disrupting the City just because someone wanted to take out a dangerous creature without restraint was just absurd. There were too many people in the Labs to be pulling that crap. Thankfully, this was one of the less dangerous Lamadidron, but it still got a leash and collar. Morgan just wished they were strong enough to drag the beast and not just stop it.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:37:24 GMT -6
The bespectacled human did not, in fact, give the lamadidron the treat afterward, and instead put it back in the pouch. There was absolutely no reason to give it to the creature; it was simply very poorly socialized and not the best taking cared of, from what Morgan could tell. Sure, it looked fed and such, but there was more to taking care of a creature than just supplying it a diet. Morgan stood at the full length of the chain, and then decided to make this really simple. Simple was best; since somebody that obviously barely cared was going to have to know how to use the command. Morgan grabbed their backpack and pulled out the secret weapon; an old broken couch-arm, still covered in cloth. This should work wonders for association, Morgan was sure.
At least by the end of the day, said owner would at least not have to worry about the creature chewing on the couch anymore.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:51:54 GMT -6
Morgan reached out at full arm's length, holding the broken couch arm out to where the lamadidron could sniff it. This particular broken couch arm was specifically for this situation, Morgan didn't keep junk if they did not have to, but it was procured from someone's junk pile on the way here. Morgan knew that the Lamadidron could easily be persuaded to think of the couch as nasty. It would keep the creature from chewing on them from here on out; and make the no bites command much easier. Morgan had sprayed it down with a nasty-tasting bitter cherry spray; something that was used widely to keep pets from chewing on furniture in most beast-tamer townhouses.
The lamadidron took a sniff, and then went to bite it, and Morgan called out a verbal command, an easy one so that the lazy owner could remember it in the future. "No bites!" Then, Morgan jerked it away.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 1:57:32 GMT -6
Morgan knew that they were going to be out here quite a bit longer today than originally decided upon. Depending on how stubborn the annoying creature was, Morgan may be able to get one or both of the training bits done, but Morgan didn't really want to stay here all day if the creature refused to act properly. That was the owner's problem, anyway. However, Morgan did want to at least make it stop chewing on couches. The creature could die if it was left unsupervised, and choked on a couch. Plus, the creatures ate minerals for a reason, and would never be able to get anything good out of something made up of fibers. That was just annoying.
Morgan was pretty much a snob about most things, and this was no different. The creature didn't wind up eating on the couch arm, so Morgan handed it a mossy stone. That would work, because it had did something good, even if Morgan had forced it. This was how this started, anyway.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:04:00 GMT -6
Morgan knew that practice made perfect when it came to creatures. Or, at least, perfect practice made perfect. Imperfect practice was just useless repetition that could do far more harm than good. Morgan held out the arm from the couch again, and then repeated the action. As soon as the lamadidron leaned it's head out in order to try to chew on the arm of the chair, Morgan called out again, sternly, "No bites!" And then jerked the arm from the chair away again. The creature snapped it's head back, tilting it's head back and forth. Yeah, that's right. Morgan thought, don't bite the chair.
Morgan knew that sooner or later, they would have to let the creature actually bite the chair without a command, to really get the idea put in the creature's head that the chair was nasty and did not taste good. This was all part of the process, and important.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:14:08 GMT -6
For now, however, the human would keep doing the training as they were doing, repeating the process again and again. Morgan would hold out the arm from the couch again and again, and shake it to get the stubborn creature's attention. Sometimes this took longer than would be expected at first, which was fine; Morgan was anything if not a bit patient. As soon as the lamadidron leaned it's head out in order to try to chew on the arm of the chair each time that this was repeated, Morgan would hollar out again, as sternly as possible, "No bites!" And then Morgan would jerk the arm from the chair away again. This was repeated, and repeated, and repeated again, each time with Morgan using the tone they expected to be taken by the lazy owner, so that it would come across over time and with the Owner as well.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:19:00 GMT -6
After a while, Morgan felt like the creature finally 'got it'. That was the plan, and it seemed to have worked quite perfectly. Finally, Morgan tossed the broken chair arm to the ground near the creature, knowing that once the creature actually did bite into it, it would be taken to be quite disgusting, which would be good in the long run. The creature would realize that when it was told 'no bites', that the thing it was trying to bite would not taste good, and it would deter the creature from doing it again. Morgan had thought about this along the way, and come up with the idea quite quickly. This was Morgan's hallmark in their training. While others picked what worked for them in the past and used it repeatedly, Morgan often found new and novel ways of getting into the creature's head. Morgan waited to watch how long it would take the lamadidron to try to eat the couch arm.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:22:16 GMT -6
The creature did eventually bend down to attempt to really get at the couch arm. Morgan called out, "No bites!" In that same stern manner. The creature jerked away, showing that it had indeed learned the meaning of the words. After a moment or two, however, the creature got brave and attempted again. "No bites!" Morgan called out yet again, in that same stern voice that Morgan had been sure the owner would lazily call out while watching television or listening to the radio or something. The creature jerked away yet again, and soon was right back. Morgan shook their head, and called out the command yet again. "No bites!" Morgan said, again. The creature jerked back. Alright, now this was it, right? Morgan was going to let the creature 'try' it next time.
The lamadidron knelt down, and Morgan held their tongue, knowing that the creature would indeed try it again, as they always seemed to.
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Post by Morgan on Jun 2, 2019 2:26:33 GMT -6
Morgan watched as the lamadidron gently bent down, slowly and while eyeballing Morgan, to chew on the couch arm. Morgan pretended not to notice; to really make sure that the creature would associate this with doing it while the owner was away. The human knew that the poor creature was about to get the less dangerous, but most annoying shock of it's life when it finally would bite into the broken couch arm. The creature would hate the horrid bitter-cherry flavor, and it would even make the tongue hurt for a short amount of time. It was not dangerous, but it would certainly keep it from doing it again. Morgan had used this on all of their own furniture to keep creatures off of them, after all.
Finally, the lamadidron opened it's mouth and took the chair arm into it's mouth; only to immediately make a horrible noise and drop it onto the ground, as expected.
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