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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 10:44:52 GMT -6
x Talula and Frost 10/10
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 10:51:32 GMT -6
On the off chances, Flare managed to get out of the mines without getting himself lost again, and ran into Jack along the way after dropping Pak off at his plot. Conversations happened, and with a trade of some of his garden bounties, he found himself presented with a pair of pachee out of her growing menagerie. Talula and Frost, she called them. Flare had yet to see any sort of pachee with a nonstandard coat. Frost honestly caught him by sheer surprise. Frost had been bred previously before, she told him. Talula had not. So likely he'd be waiting a bit for her to do her thing of the opening her stigma to accept his pollen. She had eyes like Pak, so likely one of her parents had been a regular male (or female) like Pak with his brown coat and green markings. Off he went, to the breeding center. Both of the pachee seemed content enough to be hauled along in a cardboard box with a sturdy bottom. Frost's paws clung to the edge of the box as his chocolate brown eyes followed EVERYTHING. He couldn't decide on what to look at first! Talula sat back on her haunches, stubbornly unwilling to look over the edge. This was scary, being taken outside. 1/10 1.5 3.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 11:16:37 GMT -6
"Heere to breed pachee" he told the receptionist once Flare had gotten to the breeding center. "Please." The receptionist, a squat toady sort of... humanoid had to push her chair back away from the desk to look Flare straight up in the face. Her little eyes set in above a wide mouth. "Ahem, hem" a wheezy, 'Squidwardy' voice could be heard. "All guests, take a number, pmease." the receptionist sounded as if they were talking through the nose. Flare paused, glancing at the desk in front of him. A strange machine spat paper at him, with a common 'number' imprinted upon it. "Take a seat, your number will be called in the order taken." she gestures widely back at the seats behind him. Great, more human-made seats. If he could help it, Flare would rather have a stool. He hobbled slowly back to the waiting line with the box, awkwardly handled in one arm as he had his walking stick-wood in the other hand. There were four people in front of him today; either with pachee themselves or mutant rabbits with long tails. Flare had never seen a rabbit like this before. They were brightly colored, and just so... docile appearing. He didn't like them much. Frost wanted out of the box. He wanted to get down and go look about! But Talula just kept sitting there. It was as if she were afraid of motion or something... 2/10 2.5 4.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 11:34:32 GMT -6
At least one person glowers at the sparsely dressed ssashirk as he shuffles about to get himself comfortable enough to sit down. Well excuse them for not having a tail to work around. He wasn't the epitome of cleanliness; dusty from his trip into the mines, with probably all sorts of dirt and plant matter caked onto his lower extremities. Not nearly to being a mud monster or what not, but still not clean. He clearly noticed one person shuffle their mutant rabbits pointedly away from him with a sudden twist of their head sideways then upwards. He blinked, unphased by her reaction. He had no intention of interacting with the mutant rabbits. They didn't look remotely tasty even. What? Wait. When had he last eaten a square meal... He finally got himself sitting down in a comfortable enough way to not inflict a spinal injury on himself through pinching his tail. The box got set down at his feet. If a pachee actually tried, they may be able to get up and out. Did they have claws on those hind feet of theirs? Frost peeked over the box again. Waving at creatures he could see, big and small and floppy alike. Talula stiffened when the box landed, but cracked one purple eye open. Was it over? 3/10 3.5 5.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 11:44:25 GMT -6
"Number one, please collect your creatures and turn in your paperwork. Proceed to the room on the left." the wheezy voice of the receptionist echoes over the sound of the room. Of different 'boops' and 'chees' and common-ish babble of humanoids if they knew each other. Flare noticed two things; one person coming out of the rooms with a pair of exhausted looking orbaru. One had a brightly glowing and blipping orb on the end of its plump tail, the other just sound asleep. Mutant rabbits. The person with a number had a pair of mutant rabbits too, a female human with a white and gray colored rabbit with a red tail orb almost skipping in. Number three, someone beside him with... was that the head of a mule? What were they called again? Ungulates? The mule-head wickered grumpily as the human disappeared into a room. "Swear to ye, that poor orbaru is about as trophy bred as they come. That human's always in here, shoving her orbaru at every fancy colored female she sees on the registry." Flare just blinked at the strange sounding words coming from the mule-head's mouth. Nodding absently? "Mm, never seen ye here. New?" Nod. Pointing down to Frost and to Talula. The mule-head had a single pachee on them, one with a tan colored pelt, and a very thick coat around their upper body. 4/10 4.5 6.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 12:01:53 GMT -6
{I speak Tumai and [Ssakash]. Do you?} Flare asked... assuming to be a him. He couldn't visually see or hear a difference. The mule-headed individual squinted at him, thought a bit, then cleared their throat. "A bit o' Ssakash, yeh." he replied. [Mostly common 'round these parts. Some elvish, few with others. Get to know the breedin' community some, you'll hear lots o' languages.] Flare listened carefully, picking out the words of Ssakash he did know. [Cute pachee you got there. Yours?] He shook his head no. [Not mine. {Lent}] The mule-head nods absently, patting the maned pachee snoozing in their lap. Now that Flare noticed, the creature had stamen poking off its curled up tail. [Pachee have thick fur?] [Special sort'o pachee do. Do enough gardenin' and look up the Pachee Pollen Project. PPP. They want bunches o' plants to try and breed pachee with. Got this fella through doing enough work with a saplin' spritelin' to get some flowers off her. Thos' flowers are kinda special, and turning in four got me this fella. Name's Aster." he points at the pachee. [Did who you get your pachee from have names on em?] Flare points to each pachee in turn, and names them. Frost and Talula. [Cute. Talula looks like she's an offsprin' of a white and a brown. Its the eyes boyo, she's got her brown parent's eyes.] They point a hoof-nailed finger at Talula, who looks up in curiosity at this. [Frost appears to be real special. Not a snowdrop... hm. Bet you'll get some pretty kits off em.] Flare nods absently. He had only brought Pak here once, and gotten two breedings back to back because the silly pollen cat could not keep to himself. Still can't. "Number two, please proceed down the hall to the room on the right and turn in your paperwork." the receptionist says loudly. Again, another person, this time with pachee, swaps with the person coming out, with two sleeping pachee covered in dust. These creatures seem to play very hard. [Ye did do your paperwork right?] The ssashirk's blank stare got the mule-head out of their chair right quick, disturbing the maned male as they clopped across the room to retrieve a clipboard and a writing utensil to return right quick. [Take it from me, you dont' want to be caught without your paperwork.] they nod. Oook. 5/10 5.5 3/2, 1/2 7.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 12:23:24 GMT -6
|I know only few things about pachee.] Flare ended up explaining to the mule-head as he scanned the paperwork. He had very little experience with common, staring blankly. If one has ever seen a horse/mule/whatever long nose ungulate frown or pout before, it was doing this now. Was the ssashirk illiterate? Or just in common illiterate? [Uh, can you read common?] WIth a blank stare, took it as a no. Hmm. "Name here." they point at the first line. He writes his name. "Pachee here" on the next line. [Do I write names there?] "Next line names, just pachee here." Flare does so, walked carefully through each step of breeding center paperwork. Finally to his signature. Flare's handwriting was hardly considered legible. Instead he glanced at his thumb, and bit it. Placing a bloodprint where the signature went. The mule-head snorted in disbelief. "Yeh, that'll work well enough. Orbaru and pachee far as I know aren't blood-seekers. Now just hold your paperwork until your number, four, is called." Just as number three was called. "Good luck man" and was gone. But just as the mule-head was gone, "Number four, please proceed to the room down the hall on the left, and turn in your paperwork." Caught by surprise, Flare stood up too fast, taking the chair with him on his tail. Luckily only the receptionist and the leavign person would see. Carefully removing his tail from the chair and collecting both paperwork and the pachee box, he turned in the papers and walked into the room on the left at a slow hobbled pace. To finally let Frost and Talula go free. 6/10 1.5 8.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 12:29:46 GMT -6
Thankfully Flare hadn't bitten his conical teeth deep enough into his thumbpad to cause much damage, just draw enough blood to leave a mark. It had stopped oozing already by the time he closed the door to the breeding room, set the box down, and tipped it sideways. Both pachee went tumbling out, one with glee, the other sheerly relieved to be on solid, immobile ground. He found a stool to rest on, just to sit there and let the little pollen cats do their thing. Frost bounded out onto the soft grassy area, thrilled to pieces to be out of his pile of pachee at home and here! Here and with a female! He bounds backwards with a little twist to turn round in partial midair, to land in a crouch facing Talula. She has squashed out on the ground, simply breathing in the grass with a relieved posture of no more movement. She HATED being moved around by anything besides her own feet. It scared her so bad. Talula! she glances up out of the dirt, now smearing her face. The excitable blue male across from her is quivering, literally with excitement. Come play with me! he wants to play very badly. Smacking his pollinated tail on the ground. 7/10 2.5 9.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 12:35:17 GMT -6
Play with you? I want to lie here and rest. Talula chee's at him, not moving from her space in the grass. I do not like moving about like this. I just want to rest here. Frost's head tilts in curiosity. Do you not like coming here Talula? he asks her. Its fun to come here! You meet lots of females. You meet many males. We all look different! He was the only color of his kind in his family, at least thats what he'd seen. He'd been with a female once, but didn't remember what color. When you have a family pile as big as Frost's, he had no idea who came from which. Its fun to come here Talula, please come play with me. The pollen cat darts forward, tagging her forepaw with his own. Tag, you are it! Purple eyes narrow at him. The male across from her wasn't daft, just didn't want to listen. Instead she buries her head with both paws. No. I want to stay here. I am hiding now. You cannot see me. Clearly this wasn't working on the hiding bit. Talula's coloration and her fern sprouting from her back poked out of the room like a sore thumb. I can hide too! Frost pantomimed her, nearly inches from her face. It was almost adorable, should anyone who thought these creatures were adorable were here. Flare didn't find them adorable. Just strange. 8/10 3.5 10.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 12:39:46 GMT -6
When she didn't hear Frost moving about, Talula cracked one eye open, pulling one paw away. Hello personal space! Frost had only inches between himself and her, hiding with his belly on the ground, his blue fern straight up, covering his paws over his eyes, just like she was. She caught him on the nose with her paw, suddenly energetic and bounding up and backwards to hide behind the giant with fiery trees. Frost chee'd in surprise, uncovering his eyes and looking about. Where did Talula go? Where did you go? You are it. You are too close, and became it. Talula chee's from her hiding place behind the big tree. Sneaky Talula! You do know how to play tag! I am coming now! Ready or not! Frost finally jumps up, and darts after her. The two pachee get themselves involved in a tagging match that ranges every corner of the room. Flare's watchful eye makes sure that neither pachee gets too rough with each other. Though the only thing they could do was scratching or slapping or blunt force injury from collision. Every now and then, Frost slapped his tail and threw more pollen in the air. He was having fun! Talula would have fun too! If she wanted to open her face-mouth thing on her face. 9/10 4.5 11.20
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Post by Flare on May 27, 2019 12:47:10 GMT -6
Talula, can you do the aaaah thing? He asks her, suddenly twisting around and facing her in mid jump to land in a crouch. She pauses in midstep. The aaah thing? What is this aaah thing. she asks him. The aaah thing is that mark on your face. It opens! He approaches her, and pokes her in the forehead, next to her stigma. And you're it! He dashes away, slapping his tail in the process. The pollen around them had a bluish look to it, although the stamens were brown when not active. Talula sits on her hind legs, rubbing her forehead with her paws. My stigma opens? She did not know this. This was a first time. That is the aaaah thing? Why would I want to do that? Because fun things happen when you get pollen in there. Frost chee's at her. He's farther now, crouching and ready to spring. Slapping his tail to wave more pollen in the air. Come on Talula, do the aaah thing. Its fun! You do the aaah thing. She tells him, confused, and being dusted in bluish pollen. I can't do the aaah thing, I don't have a stigma! he pats his own blank forehead. Just think 'aaaah' and it happens! Its what -insert name here- did when I was here last! Frost tells her. Just think 'aaah' huh... Hm. Hard as she could Talula thought the single thought of 'aaaah'. She almost jumped in surprise as her third eyelids slid over her eyes when the stigma opened up. Almost immediately something fluttered inside, making her jump. Eep, it feels strange! Now jump around and catch pollen! Frost insists. She does so, nearly blind while doing so but following the chee's of Frost. Finally they seem to get tired and Flare has to collect them to take them back to Jak. 10/10 5.5 2/4 4/4 12.20 -fin-
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Post by Renathan on May 27, 2019 16:05:46 GMT -6
What an neat looking little male!
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