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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 14, 2018 23:14:11 GMT -5
(Donโt worry, no one is there super often, oops. discord.gg/35nHmK)
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 15, 2018 2:58:51 GMT -5
Pluto Rokkett Type 1 Shifter (ferret)
As soon as Chester had made it up onto the boat, Pluto shifted back into a ferret. Being a ferret was just a lot less suspicious than some random girl walking around a boat, and she wasnโt sexy enough to seduce her way out of a situation like this. So being a ferret just seemed like the right choice here. Besides, now she could let Chester take the lead and all she had to do was follow him and hope this boat robbing, eel eating, smelly hobo knew what he was doing. If Pluto didnโt bring in enough dough, sheโd be the one turned into pie.
Ferret pie.
Though just for the record, last she checked, not even Cipher made pies out of money...or maybe he did, maybe he literally ate money in pies. She should see if he did.
The small shifterโs thought continued to entertain her as she padded after Chester like a loyal little pet, though really it was more of just her letting Chester do all the hard work. The less work for her, the better.
However when Chester came to a stop, so did Pluto, though her stop was a little less graceful as she hurriedly shoved her front legs into the ground to stop herself from tumbling forward, however this resulted in the rest of her furry noodle like body shriveling up and sticking into the air, almost making her fall over in a rather clumsy ferret summersault.
Luckily she managed to catch herself just in time and quickly she lowered the other half of her body back down to the ground, shaking her head a little to clear her thoughts after the tumble.
Thats when she saw it.
Franny was right.
Theyโd hit the mother load.
Holy fudge on a fiddlestick.
Slowly a devious smirk inched its way onto Plutoโs ferret face as she perched herself onto her back legs, tugging her front paws together in excitement, a gleeful, mischievous giggle light noise escaping her.
She might have just solved all of her problems, maybe even Neroโs too. All thanks to this random homeless man.
Man, what a day.
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 15, 2018 2:59:50 GMT -5
Nero Marley Type 1 Hybrid (cat)
Listening to Dakota talk about himself gave Nero some time to collect his thoughts together. Or rather, it gave him time for the familiar old sense of panic to seep deep within his stomach like a fluttering bird batting around underneath the skin. How much could he actually tell Dakota? Certainly not a lot. Nero lived an interesting life, it just wasnโt the kind of life he could outwardly share with random people on the streets. Even if they were attractive and friendly and didnโt get mad at him for bumping into them.
Though of course, if Nero was about to meet his fate soon enough, what could hurt about admitting the truth? Just get it all out there in the open. Just โyeah I work for a mafia boss, I owe him a lot of money because I was stupid in the past. I didnโt meet the payment today so guess I gotta die, oh well, Iโve lived a good life.โ
Yeah, thatโs totally something you tell someone you just met. Of course, even if Nero decided to tell the universe to shove it and just dump all this stuff on someone because he was gonna die anyways, didnโt mean it was the right thing to do. What if it put Dakota in danger? That wouldnโt be good. Nero couldnโt do that to him. So for now it looked like cat boy was staying quiet.
Instead the hybrid tried to focus on Dakota as the panther man began to talk about himself. He seemed to have a nice handle on life. The must be nice. A family that loved him, friends that were good - though Nero did think he was lucky enough to have good friends - and a job that didnโt seem to involve the constant threat of death looming over his head. Nero would pay to have a life like that.
Of course to pay, heโd need money, and considering the predicament he had found himself in, it was safe to say that Nero did not have money, so even if he could pay his way into a domestic life, he actually couldnโt. Good job, Nero.
When Dakota asked if he should continue, Nero gave a nod of his head, though he didnโt say anything. Hopefully the nod would be enough. He liked hearing about Dakotaโs life, and it was a great distraction from everything else. Dakota should definitely keep going.
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 15, 2018 3:01:36 GMT -5
Apollo Fable Type 3 Hybrid (painted dog/meerkat/cheetah)
With exercise music playing loudly within the house, everywhere except for the basement was empty of any people. However within the basement stood a treadmill, and on that treadmill was a hybrid, mixed with too many animals for them not to blend together, running as fast as he possibly could on the treadmill.
Which was pretty fast.
He was truly in the zone, ears perked up, tail still behind him, and a focused look on his face as he ran.
Thats when his phone buzzed, immediately throwing the dog-meerkat-cheetah hybrid out of his groove. Apollo snapped out of whatever sort of trance he was in, which in turn made him lose his footing on the treadmill. He looked down, eyes wide as he grimaced, preparing himself for the worst.
Then he flew off the treadmill and his the ground. โOwe,โ he muttered under his breath, cursing softly as he brought a hand up to rub at his head, not bothering to get up yet. โYikes,โ the type three hybrid continued, shaking his head softly as he looked around. The music was still playing, and the treadmill was still on, but all of this was a lot more annoying when he wasnโt in the zone as well. โRobin, pause the music,โ he ordered and instantly the speaker fell quiet. โItโs just not worth listening to that after this...โ he muttered under his breath as he finally forced himself to get up.
Everything hurt, he was definitely going to be sore tomorrow.
With a small sigh the boy made his way over to his phone and took it off the charger, glancing down to see just what had interrupted his run.
Turns out it was actually something important. A text from Kaia.
Smiling slightly at his phone, Apollo pocketed his phone and bolted up the stairs, only stopping once he got to the front door and clumsily thrust it open, smiling at the type two hybrid at his door. โHi Kaia!โ He greeted cheerfully, glancing for a moment over at the guy on the motorcycle.
He seemed cool, Apollo could respect that. So he nodded to the other man, a clear signal that Apollo was also cool...even if he was currently wearing shorts, a t-shirt, leg warmers, and a bandana over his forehead that matched the leg warmers he had on.
Leg warmers were cool, and he stood by that. It was vintage. People needed to respect the super old stuff nowadays, or at least if no one else did, Apollo was still going to, no matter who thought it was stupid. Theyโd have to pry his leg warmers out of his cold, dead hands before giving them up.
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Post by ๐โ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ on Dec 15, 2018 3:03:48 GMT -5
Farley Vecktombrodra-Wolff Type 3 Hybrid (silver fox/velveteen lop rabbit/tundra wolf)
Utterly and totally absorbed in the book he had in his hands, Farley didnโt seem to notice the approaching girl. Actually, he didnโt seem to notice anything, not even when some random squirrel had ran over and stolen his sandwich. Though that wasnโt all that surprising, squirrels were sort of jerks like that, they stole food all the time, and though Farley wasnโt one to stereotype, there was definitely a reason squirrel hybrids were known for food thievery.
Even the most famous of all squirrel hybrids was well known for his need for food. Though maybe it wasnโt well known, maybe Farley just got into history too much...huh, that would be something to think about later, heโd have to ask some other people if they knew about President Norman Walters love of food. They probably did, it seemed weird not to know about it, but that leads back to the whole history nerd thing, and that lead to Farley wondering just how much everyone else knew of hybrid history, to him it was just second nature, but what if it wasnโt that way for everyone?
Realizing that his thoughts had strayed from the book he was reading, Farley was able to snap out of his thoughts rather easily, and thatโs when he noticed a random girl sitting next to him.
With a yelp, Farley jumped ever so slightly in the air, clutching the book close to his chest. โHow long have you been sitting there?โ He questioned in surprise, voice just a tad bit squeakier than it usually was. He couldnโt help it, the girl had startled him far more than he wouldโve liked to admit.
Managing to calm himself down finally, Farley relaxed his muscles, lowering the book and loosening his grip on it. โ...Sorry about that, I didnโt realize anyone was sitting by me,โ he explained, warmth flooding to his cheeks in embarrassment. He fell silent for a moment or so, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head before he cleared his throat and continued.
โAnyways, you asked about the book, right?โ He asked, hoping he could somehow salvage any of this conversation with this total stranger. โItโs one of my favorites, Iโve read it at least five times already but I just keep going back to it, I cant help it, itโs just so good,โ Farley explained and lifted the book up for the strange girl to get a look at the cover and the title. โHave you heard of it before? If not you should definitely read it, itโs amazing,โ he told her with a large grin.
Okay, tone down the awkwardness, Farley, youโre going to scare her away.
Right.
Farley cleared his throat again, falling quiet as he lowered the book back down. This was not off to a good start.
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