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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 19:33:13 GMT -6
Rusty followed her as she opened up the various cupboards. She came across a lot of junk before finding a cupboard that was filled to the brim with tin cans. She picked up an armful of them and placed them on the countertop.
“Alright, let’s see what we have here.”
Voxel stalked over, his eyes gleaming with interest. Fanged held up each can so that the Specter could see them as she wrote them off as inedible.
“Maybe you can help me figure out what Rusty will be able to eat. He has an Orbaru parent, that I am positive of. The other one is a mystery, but it’s clearly some sort of feline. Now I’m not entirely sure what Orbaru eat, so I suppose I’ll try to focus on finding something suitable for a feline diet,” she explained to him.
Voxel tilted his head as he listened to her ramble. He glanced down at Rusty, his gaze narrowed as he considered the feline critter. He turned back to the pile of cans, knocking over the ones that she had discarded. It soon became apparent that he was playing a game. After his game was finished, the only can that remained was a tin full of sardines.
(Rusty 17 4/5, 17 4/5 | Voxel 9 4/5, 9 4/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 19:42:55 GMT -6
Fanged’s expression brightened. “This ought to work! Let’s see if he’ll eat it.”
She grabbed a can opener, which she had found in one of the cupboards filled with junk. She used it to cleanly open the can, wrinkling her nose slightly as the smell of fish filled the air. She lifted the can, squinting as she read the label.
“Looks like this should be safe to eat. It’s already been deboned. I’ll cut it up for you first,” she told Rusty.
Voxel regarded the sardines with interest. He leaned forward and sniffed them, jerking his head back as the strange smell hit his nostrils. Fanged grabbed a pocketknife. She then used it to cut the fish up into tiny, bite-sized pieces.
“This should be fine for you to eat,” she told him.
She leaned down, picking up a chunk of sardine in her fingers. She then held it out for Rusty to sniff. The kitten pricked his ears forward, the smell appealing to his hunger. He took the piece of fish quickly and chewed it with vigor.
“I’ll take that as a good sign,” she said cheerfully.
She then proceeded to feed him as much as he would willingly eat.
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Post by Renathan on Oct 10, 2019 19:46:36 GMT -6
A beautiful wax leaf flutters down from that inexplicable place where they must be coming from...
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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 19:52:21 GMT -6
Now that Rusty had been fed, Fanged needed to feed herself. She wasn’t desperate enough to eat sardines. The fishy taste would be too potent without some other food to put it on. In a room full of tin cans, sardines would hardly be her first choice. She scanned the cans that had been knocked to the floor, looking for something simple that wouldn’t need to be cooked. Her eyes landed on a tinned can of pineapple.
“It won’t exactly be fresh, but pineapple is a filling food,” she mused.
She opened the can quickly, her mouth watering as the smell of fruit wafted from the can. She was quick to eat, savouring the sweet taste as she devoured the fruit. It didn’t take her long to demolish the whole can.
“At least I am no longer a risk for getting scurvy,” she joked.
Voxel sniffed at the empty can, the smells of human food confusing to him. Fanged felt a rush of affection in her chest as he tried to force his snout into the can. It seemed so strange to her to see an ethereal being try to interact with the physical world so hardily. Rusty curled up to sleep now that he was full.
(Rusty 18 1/5, 18 1/5 | Voxel 10 1/5, 10 1/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 21:42:23 GMT -6
She leaned down and brushed her fingers through Rusty’s fur. It would be fine if he took a little nap for a while. Besides, Voxel was wide awake to keep her company while she finished up in the room. The pineapple had filled her belly, but she couldn’t keep herself sustained for very long on fruit. She needed protein. Once she had found some meat or tofu, they’d be able to leave and try to find a more secure location. She felt secure knowing that she had almost accomplished all the tasks she had set out to do.
“Once we find a secure location, that’ll be everything,” she told her companions. “Well, after I find a bit more food that is.”
She searched through the remaining cans, reading the labels to find some sort of protein that wouldn’t need to be cooked. If she got desperate enough, she would eat the anchovies, but she hadn’t reached that point just yet. She frowned as she read the labels. Most were your standard soups and tomato sauces. Just as she was about to give up, she caught sight of a can labelled pre-cooked sausage. She opened the tin quickly, sniffing to make sure it was still in date.
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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 21:55:13 GMT -6
The meat smelled fine to her and there was no sign of visible rot. She tentatively took a bite, grimacing at the slightly slimy texture the sausage had taken on. It was simply an after effect of being tinned, nothing to be concerned about. She took a few minutes to eat, making sure to finish it all even after she was full. There was no telling when she’d next have access to food. When she was finished, she wiped her fingers on an old dish towel.
“Now we’ll be able to look for somewhere safe to hunker down. It won’t be forever. Just for a little while until everything settles,” she told her pets.
She stepped up to Rusty and shook him awake. The kitten creature stretched and yawned. The sight was adorable, but Fanged didn’t have time to dwell on it. Voxel and Rusty both followed her as she headed to the next door. She hesitated slightly, weariness suddenly filling her limbs. A full belly was making her sluggish and she had relaxed a bit too much. She needed to stay sharp in the strange environment. Rusty nudged her forward when he decided she was taking too long to open the door.
(Rusty 18 3/5, 18 3/5 | Voxel 10 3/5, 10 3/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 22:07:39 GMT -6
She braced herself, having not forgotten the room with the hands. As long as she could avoid another one of those incidents, she would be fine. She yanked the handle open after a bit of further prompting from Rusty. The room was darker than the pantry area. It was lit by candlelight alone, but Fanged wouldn’t complain. Her eyes seemed fine with the dim light. She couldn’t see very far, but her eyes didn’t hurt. She hadn’t had much of a chance to check a mirror. She couldn’t tell if her scarring persisted in her eyes or not. Rusty trotted forward, his body relaxed. Fanged took that to be a good sign that they weren’t in imminent danger.
“How do you feel about this place, Voxel?” she asked the Specter.
Voxel had his ears perked forward. He was on alert, but his body language wasn’t alarmed. He appeared to be keeping watch. Fanged felt more comfortable with him doing so. She was confident as she looked around the room. It appeared to be a bedroom if the king-sized bed in the centre was any indication. The weariness in her limbs was even more evident as she approached the bed. Perhaps she could sit for a little while.
(Rusty 18 4/5, 18 4/5 | Voxel 10 4/5, 10 4/5)
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Post by Fanged on Oct 10, 2019 22:13:19 GMT -6
She plopped down on the bed, not caring that a cloud of dust followed the path of her body. Rusty jumped up as well, curling up next to where she sat. She allowed him to snuggle in close. Voxel jumped up as well, but he remained alert, taking perch on the end of the bed. His gaze was fixed on the door, ready if anything barged in. Fanged allowed herself to trust him to keep watch.
“Maybe if I sleep for a little while, no harm will come of it,” she murmured to Rusty.
The Lazaru was already asleep, his paws twitching as he dreamed. Fanged lifted up the covers and crawled under. She would be of little use if she was dead on her feet. A little rest would serve to rejuvenate her.
“I need a bit of time to reflect first. What will the plan be next? We’ll crash here for the night, but it’s not a sustainable long-term solution. I need a proper place to live. Somewhere in the city should suffice, even if it’s cheap and dingy. I can keep myself safe if I have to.”
Her musings served to tire her out further. Before long, Fanged was fast asleep.
(Adventure concludes here.)
(Rusty 19, 19 | Voxel 11, 11)
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Post by Renathan on Oct 10, 2019 22:19:28 GMT -6
A whistling wind went past, soft and smooth, but sort of 'booooooing' a bit, too quietly to really wake someone up well enough. Strange, what was causing that?
[Nothing Happens]
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Post by Fanged on Oct 11, 2019 1:02:46 GMT -6
Returning to her old apartment had been a risk. The place was practically abandoned through circumstances that Fanged hadn’t been brave enough to investigate further. She’d only gone back for one thing, a prized possession if one were to ask. Imogen had been payment for a job. She’d been stowed away at her old place during the time that Fanged had been missing. Rakai-Sarane had a natural wit to them so she hadn’t doubted that Imogen would be okay. It was a relief all the same when she’d found the custom unharmed. She’d snatched her quickly and fled back to the mansion, a place where she knew she couldn’t be followed. “I suppose you’re mad at me for leaving. I assure you that it was unpreventable. For now, I’ll work to make it up to you, but you’re going to need to sit tight a little longer. The situation afoot is dangerous,” she warned the Rakai. (Imogen 0 1/5, 0 1/5) 96
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Post by Fanged on Oct 11, 2019 1:06:28 GMT -6
Bonding with a lab created creature was not something that she’d had much experience with before. Her bond with Rusty was unexpected, but it set a precedent that she would be able to nurture bonds with other pets as well. Imogen was technically a baby, even though custom pets weren’t as confined to age as other pets were. She felt bad about the way Imogen had been left, but she couldn’t beat herself up too much about it. It was her fault, but it was in the past now. She couldn’t change it despite wanting to desperately.
“I know I haven’t taken the best care of you, but I hope you’ll come to like me. You see, when I got you, I had no experience taking care of others. I was obsessed with work and you suffered for it. I can’t promise to change entirely, but I can promise to be better.”
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Post by Fanged on Oct 11, 2019 1:10:31 GMT -6
She shivered in the entrance of the mansion. She and Imogen hadn’t left the room yet, still adjusting to their new surroundings. Imogen seemed unsure of herself. She hadn’t been pleased to leave the apartment, despite the fact that it was rundown at that point. She was unsure how the Rakai had managed to get food, but she seemed to be at a healthy weight. She speculated that a neighbour had been feeding her before the place had become abandoned. That was a mystery for another day.
“We’re working today. Well we’re simultaneously hiding out, but we’re also using this as an opportunity to find things to sell,” she told the Rakai.
Imogen had demanded that Fanged place on the ground the second they’d entered the mansion. Fanged supposed that the hurt the creature felt from being basically abandoned still stung. Imogen had been relieved to see her, even if she hadn’t wanted to leave.
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Post by Fanged on Oct 11, 2019 1:15:28 GMT -6
Looking around the foyer they had ended up in, Fanged felt a pang of longing for Rusty. This would be the first time they’d separated since coming together. She hadn’t dared to bring him along to her old apartment, that was far too dangerous. The separation would do them some good. They were already at risk of becoming codependent on each other. Fanged needed the separation to develop healthier coping mechanisms.
“The mansion can be dangerous, but I know you have some battle moves that are effective enough. You aren’t trained to use them, but if we get attacked, I hope instinct will kick in,” she told Imogen.
She doubted the Rakai could understand her all that much, but talking aloud wouldn’t be a habit that Fanged was about to kick anytime soon. She watched as Imogen sniffed at the cloth of an old sofa. She was still upset, but willing to explore.
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Post by Fanged on Oct 11, 2019 1:23:48 GMT -6
Fanged felt herself relax slightly when Imogen approached her. The Rakai sniffed at her, copying the action she had just done with the sofa. It appeared Imogen was giving her the same, mistrusting treatment.
“I suppose you can smell Rusty on me. You’ll meet him soon enough and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. You’ll have to get used to him,” she told Imogen.
The Rakai snorted. Mistrust was evident on her face. Fanged didn’t know the Rakai’s full history. It was common in the labs for creatures to change owners. There would be no telling how many owners Imogen had before winding up in Fanged’s care. Fanged wasn’t exactly the best pet owner, but the Rakai didn’t seem to outright hate her, which was more than she could ask for at this point. Her memory of the case that had landed her Imogen was faded. She could remember things eventually, but recollection had been taking her longer than it used to.
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Post by Fanged on Oct 11, 2019 7:29:46 GMT -6
It seemed unhealthy to dwell on memories that Fanged couldn’t quite recall. She decided to focus on the room instead, keeping one eye on Imogen as the two of them explored. The room was rather large and filled with furniture that was typical of a lounge. Her Rakai was interested in the furniture and repeatedly sniffed at the different items. Fanged wasn’t quite sure what a room like this would hold, but she figured it wouldn’t be too difficult to find out. She investigated the couches that had Imogen the most interested.
“I should have brought a pocketknife or something else to help me cut these open,” she muttered.
It was unlikely that the couches were hiding anything substantial, but one could never be too thorough. She would feel bad about destroying mansion property, but sometimes it was necessary.
“I don’t really see anything too exciting, should we head to the next room?” she asked Imogen.
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