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Post by Kristofor on Sept 24, 2020 22:46:13 GMT -6
"Your line of thinking is really obvious." Raven tells me suddenly. Is it? "Don't worry, the originals given out by the lab have long since bred down and their offspring are what most can procure now. Mira's still young, judging by how she acts. Probably just reaching being fully grown." That slightly makes me feel better that she's not old and gray. To start my new life with an old pet would be rather heartbreaking... down the road. "Or is it that you're shocked at the lack of foxes like you in the usual area. Thats for animal foxes, not people foxes." I don't see a difference, depending on how you live. "Okay, I think this is all complete. You'll have to sign your name, or put a paw print of ink on the last page when you go to register at the City Hall." From inside his belt of pockets that I just notice (its really dark leather against his black feathers) he gives me a map, and starts circling out places of interest. City Hall, likely lodging, the quest board, and a few other places, in Laiyan script for me to read properly. +1
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 24, 2020 22:52:04 GMT -6
Finally, the papers are organized, and held to the inside the the folder with a twist of metal. A 'paper clip' Raven called it. I'd seen them before, but never so... bent. Its almost a swirl. "You'll take these papers with you and give them to the receptionist in the City Hall. They'll take care of you from there." the black birdman says. "If you happen to come across us in the city, I implore you to please not draw attention to us." Why?, I write down, with a puzzled head tilt. "Scavengers who primarily trade in 'goods' aren't exactly well liked. Buy low, sell high. Its how to turn a credit around here. Or in this case, buy in bulk, sell high for a profit." He waves a clawed hand at his myriad of... I'm sorry, I have to call it junk, building up his nest. "Magpie says its a hoard, and I say its a profit laying in wait." he puffs up indignantly.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 24, 2020 22:59:38 GMT -6
"It IS a hoard, Gramps. You're just sitting on most of this broken down crap saying 'it'll turn a profit, it'll turn a profit.' WHEN?!" Magpie comes back into the room, leaning back against the door?frame, her tone pointy. "And you're kickin' K out tomorrow? Rude. He can't even talk yet!" I have my chalkboard, I write out and show her. I'll be all right. In reality, my stomach is in about six differently tied knots at the thought of trying to communicate with the humans outside the tree now. I do not know the common at all, nor can I talk. "Magpie, it is DANGEROUS to keep a fox in our tree. He's-" the bird turns away and whispers 'carnivorous' as if I'm not even there. My expression turns flat. Here we go again... I don't eat bird meat., I write, and tap the board insistently with my clawed finger.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 24, 2020 23:03:26 GMT -6
"Oh, and to top it off, those are CATS you're talking about Gramps; the multi-tailed things with magic powers. Its the felusine and the vulpines that are considered to be fox-like or foxes in general." Magpie interrupts, but she smirks at my insistent tapping of the board. Raven looks at the board, and relaxes a bit. Was he secretly afraid I was going to eat him?! "The felusine are really clever critters and even have opposable thumbs; most lab-made animals don't have that, but after that they hatched out a monkey. And those have thumbs without trying." Hatched?, I write, suddenly confused. Mira, who chewed on her bamboo during this exchange with not a care in the world, came from an egg? "Very few lab originals were live birth; but they reproduced being live births or eggs, depending on the species." she explains, and Raven crosses his arms and looks a bit put out. How can birds pout. They don't have lips.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 24, 2020 23:10:03 GMT -6
You know a lot about these creatures, I write down. Magpie laughs again, slapping her knee. "I'm an information scavenger, K. There's very few things out in this city that I'm not able to find out, one way or another." she smiles her fanged smile. An information scavenger... Do you mean a newspapercoon, I write down. "No, not a newspapercoon. And I'm not a-" she stops speaking briefly. "I'm not a newspapercoon, K. I'm the informant-coon. And I'm off to bed now. Don't kick him out before tomorrow gramps, you paranoid old bird." she called, whipping around and leaving. I'm right, her tail is quite rounded. Very uncoonish. Its very rounded, but fluffy, almost like... a wolf? "Fine fine. Get some sleep kit. Locus will give you a checkup in the morning to check on your throat and then you're on your own." The bird slides off the stool and clatters away, grumbling. I set aside the map, the folder, and my chalkboard to rearrange myself back into the 'bed', suddenly exhausted. The adrenaline in my veins just flowing out all at once into a sound sleep.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 24, 2020 23:14:52 GMT -6
True to word, Locus woke me up in the morning, to give a quick checkup of my acid-eroded throat. Breathing through my mouth while I was sleepign irritated it some, so it hurt to swallow again. No talking for me today. Thankfully he left rather fast today; and I am left to repack my knapsack, carefully movign things around so the folder is right against my back. Mira comes up between my working arms, and peers into the knapsack, wheeking a bit. Once its packed, she crawls in, and settles herself. Guess its back to how we were previously. Carefully, I pet her patchy fur, and she purrs a bit at the attention. Once packed, Mira in the bag, everything gathered up, I get up from the bed, and follow the wall outside. Magpie is here to see me off, and slings her rather strong but slim arm around my shoulders, but does have to reach some. "Take care of yourself K." she pats my head and shoves off, turning away and waving me off. There's no sign of Raven. So now its me and Mira, at our starting point. -fin- +1
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