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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 5, 2018 17:07:01 GMT -5
Tyse Crux human
He was certainly in for it. He had just went and offended a hybrid, offended somebody who seemed like he would be a rather calm and collected guy, but now Tyse had messed it up. He wanted to throw himself out of the cafe’s window right now. Maybe he would get hit by some big bus once he was out there. That sounded like a good way to go right about now. He should probably text Rhys first or something, though. It felt like a good idea to let the snow leopard know what was up so that when he saw the headline ”Human suplexed self out of cafe window - then hit by bus”. It sure did sound like a rather interesting headline, did it not? He would become famous in his death, which might have been okay if not for the fact that his reason behind doing that was because he had been a jerk to some raccoon guy. Ugh, why was life so hard?
Wait. Had he heard right? This guy wasn’t going to bite his head off for being rude? Tyse felt relief flood through his entire body. Maybe he could save this interaction. Maybe he could show this guy that he wasn’t some dumb, terrible human being.
Okay, he could do this. He could restart the conversation as best as possible and maybe make amends with the hybrid. No, with James. James was his name.
Now with a name to add to the face, and now that James seemed to be sincere in wanting to keep civil, Tyse found it easier to speak up and communicate. When asked what he was doing he reached out and fiddled with the notes he had been reading moments before. ”I came here to study. I wasn’t feeling the study rooms back on campus,” he admitted with a faint chuckle. ”It’s weird how I can’t seem to concentrate on something when a room is dead quiet, but I can with background noise.” And then, before he could stop, he asked, ”What about you? What brings you here? Unless it’s just for the coffee I guess.” Yeah, Tyse, people came here just to chill and drink coffee, not just to get away and study boring notes.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 5, 2018 23:51:54 GMT -5
- { Ross' Characters n' stuff
Akaai "Kaai" Smalls | 19 years old | Female | Hybrid Type 2 (Turkish Angora/Golden Retriever) | | Standing roughly at about 5'3, Kaai is a rather chubby young female with tanned skin, of Filipino descent. She can speak Tagalog. Akaai has a slightly freckled face and soft chestnut brown eyes. Her hair is long, reaching about half way down her back in soft brown waves and curls. She usually has her hair in a braid, and it strung over her shoulder. Kaai's favorite color is gold- which partly comes from her Golden Retriever half. Speaking of, she has in-between ears, meaning one is a cat ear while the other is a floppy retriever ear. She has a golden retriever tail as well. She purrs, has a cat nose, and canines and whiskers of a cat. | | -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 | She's kinda new in town- She lives with Marcus, her brother ( though not biologically, as she was adopted by Mark's parents) She plays piano. |
Marcus "Mark" Winters | 25 years old | Male | Human | | Marcus is filipino. He has dark tanned skin, soft, slanted brown eyes, and a stubby nose. He is rather slim, and stands at a height of 6'0. He has a pair of black framed glasses (prescription). He taught Akaai tagalog, and how to play piano. He knows how to play Baritone and euphonium. Marcus is a musical wizard, honestly, with his long slim fingers. To top off his look, his hair is always in a dark brownish black quiff. | | -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 | Akaai is his adopted sister. He's also a doctor, if that's alright. He's highkey in love with Niklaus. |
Roman Tanners | 27 years old | Male | Human | | tba | | -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 | Other |
Chandler Astota | 19 years old | Male | Type 1 hybrid (arctic wolf) | | tba | | -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 | other |
Pepper "Pip" Tarantino | 22 years old | female | type one hybrid(clouded leopard) | | tba | | -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 | Other | Akaai "Kaai" Smalls Type Two Hybrid (Turkish Angora / Golden Retriever)
walk. "talk." think. Marcus "Mark" Winters Human
walk. "talk." think. Chandler Astota Type One Hybrid (Arctic Wolf)
walk. "talk." think. Roman Tanners Human
walk. "talk." think. Pepper "Pip" Tarantino Type One Hybrid (Clouded Leopard)
walk. "talk." think.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 6, 2018 0:27:05 GMT -5
Akaai and Mark are finished~
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Post by Fire on Cloud Nine on Aug 6, 2018 17:12:14 GMT -5
Maynard Skarovski Type 3 hybrid. Arctic wolf/feles wolf/iguana It took a long time for Riley's words to actually sink in to him, and the first few seconds after she spoke he simply looked at her, stunned. He was always kinda good at suppressing the feeling of telling Riley that he liked her, and he likely would have done it for a lot longer too if she hadn't just spilled the beans to him. Although he did sometimes try to hint to her that he liked her, which was kind of what he did just a moment ago, but he really didn't expect her to suddenly tell him that she liked him! Before he knew it, she had removed his arm from around her and was trying to excuse herself. Quickly he leaned over, trying to grab her arm before she left. "Wait, Riley, d-" he trailed off as she left, having moved too quickly for him to get up and stop her. Less then a second later he heard the sound of her door closing around the corner "Don't...go.." he finished saying what he starting, looking down and mumbling it as he knew she wouldn't actually be able to hear him speaking. Kai blinked, staying still for a moment as he tried to comprehend what just happened. Did Riley really just tell him that she liked him? Like, properly liked, more then a friend sort of like? He could hardly believe it. Of course, he liked her the same way, but he didn't know that she felt the same. He knew that they were close sure, they had been very close for a long time, but he had thought that was just because they were good friends, and were comfortable around each other. He didn't even know that she...he was getting off track. Surely he could think about this later, right now he should be more worried about going and seeing Riley in her room, before she freaked out too much. Shaking his head, Malakai stood up and quickly moved over toward where he knew Riley's room to be. Approaching the closed door, he turned the handle to open it, only to find that it was firmly locked, keeping him safely out of her room. he put his hand against the door, before then leaning his head against it. "Hey Riley, come on. Please let me in," he said through the door, pleading her to let him come in to see her. He hoped she wasn't upset, he really did. He was really happy she did tell him. He was going to tell her too, he had to now, but he didn't want to yell it through a door. He wanted to tell her face to face, if he could. However if she didn't let him in, he will tell her this way. knocking on the door again, Kai sighed, deciding that maybe he could confess enough to get her to let him in, but not quite enough to be an actual confession. "Riley, please...you didn't even give me enough time to confess back," he said, gently tapping the door with his fingers. .
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 9, 2018 17:56:53 GMT -5
{ Kale’s Character Save - -
Niklaus “Nik” Vernell | 20 | Male | Type 3 ;; husky, snow leopard, & golden retriever | | Nik is a tall, lanky man with shaggy, dusky blonde hair. He has amber brown eyes, though Marcie loves to call them “whiskey brown” when light his them. He has the ears of a Siberian husky, though they’re the soft golden color of a golden retriever. He also has a tail that is long, fluffy, and white with black rosettas, like a snow leopard. His canines are also a bit sharper and longer than normal. | | 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾 | hella gay for Marcus, loves to sing, an artist™️ |
Marcella “ Marcie” Swift | 17 | Female | Type 2 ;; blue morpho butterfly & black laborador retriever | | Marcie is a short young girl, with long black hair and icy blue eyes. She is covered in freckles, most of which are a vibrant blue color, and has blue and black markings on her arms, which when straight at her side form the outline of butterfly wings. She also has the ears and tail of a black lab, and her laugh is a lot more “barking” than most people’s. She’s a queen of puppy dog eyes and has been known to beg for pats when upset. | | 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾 | lowkey a lesbian queen, loves to sing with Nik |
Jonathan “Jon/Snow” Wilcox | 21 | Male | Human | | A relatively tall young man, Jon has pale, white-blonde hair with dusky brown roots, and despite many people’s vague distaste for how his hair grows out, he is quite fond of it. He has light brown freckles all over his porcelain skin, white contrasts quite well with his sky blue eyes. | | 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾 | biromantic asexual, a good™️ that adopts everyone no matter how old, was once accidentally inducted into a crime ring because of his medical talents |
Peyton Jane “PJ” Foster | 19 | Female | Hyban | | Peyton looks like a normal human, despite having the genetics of a hybrid. She is a little on the short side, maybe 5’3” at most, with shoulder length dusky blonde hair and soft brown eyes. Her cheekbones and jawline are pretty sharp, which makes her look like a model. At least, that’s what she’s been told. She has pale freckles and three tattoos. | | 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾 | a bonafide psychopath, twin to Paxton, plays w matches and knives, gay as hell but will flirt with anything that walks |
Jaxon Samuel Tyler | 16 | Male | Type 2 ;; white-tailed fawn & harp seal pup | | Jax Tyler is small. That's really all there is too him. He's a short, lean young man with soft brown eyes and spiked, ashey brown hair. Two large, deer-like ears protrude from the top of his head, and his nose is black, and seal-like. It's almost like the simple fact of being combined with baby animals made him smaller. | | 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾 | a smol bean who loves to cuddle, but will rip a hoe in have if he has to |
Danielle Faye Lovelace | 21 | Female | Type 2 ;; andaman serpent eagle & bengal tiger | | Dani Lovelace is a badass in looks and in personality. She has black-brown hair that's dyed to fade to an ocean blue, and cold, calculating brown eyes. With the fangs, claws, and tail of a bengal tiger, and the sharp eyesight and wings of an andaman serpent eagle, Dani is always ready to fight, and isn't afraid to prove it. | | 𝓀𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓈𝒾 | a kickboxer who squeals at the side of puppies | Marcie Swift Type Two Hybrid
walk. "talk." think. Nik Vernell Type Three Hybrid
walk. "talk." think. Jon Wilcox Human
walk. "talk." think. Peyton Foster Hyban
walk. "talk." think. Jax Tyler Type Two Hybrid
walk. "talk." think. Dani Lovelace Type Two Hybrid
walk. "talk." think.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 10, 2018 16:59:52 GMT -5
ONE STARTER FOR KALE COMIN' UP Marcus "Mark" Winters Human
It had been a very long afternoon at the doctors office. Mark was absolutely exhausted. Sure, he had gotten out rather early, but that was only because he had plans. Yeah, plans to sleep and eat and watch some movie Kaai had wanted to watch for weeks now. He punched out of work and carefully made his way to his car. He clicked the button to unlock it before stepping inside and sitting down, leaning back in his seat with a soft sigh. He pushed the key into the ignition, closed the door and put on his seatbelt before starting the car. It was a short drive home, but hey, if he was exhausted, Marcus would find a way to complain.Without any more dilly dallying, Marcus pulled out of his parking spot and drove home. He was hoping Akaai would actually be home today, so he wasn't stuck doing nothing alone. He paused before realizing he could just, hopefully, hang out with Nikolaus instead. A small smile shifted on to the Filipino males face before he pulled up to the apartment complex. He parked, shut his car off and got out. After locking it, he headed inside and towards the elevator so he could go to the floor he lived on. He'd probably stop by and say whats up to Nik and Marcie before heading inside to see Kaai.Pressing the 3rd floor button in the elevator, Marcus felt the lift starting the ascend. When the bell rang, he stepped out and down the hall towards the apartment he shared with his adopted sister. He unlocked the door and walked inside. Kaai was absolutely no where to be found. With an annoyed sigh, he walked back out, shutting the door behind him and stepping across the hall, knocking on the door across from his own. "Nik? It's Marcus!" He called, shoving his free hand into his jacket pocket.Marcus was dressed in his scrubs, with a navy blue zip up hoodie over his top. He was rather comfortable, especially after the eventful day he had. It was just like any other day, honestly. Not that he minded. Now, he just waited patiently for Nik to open the door so he could talk about his day, compliment the cute boy, or even complain about the day he had. It was his pick, he just didn't know quite yet.
[ here we gooo,, ]
- { ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » } - { apartments } - { afternoon } -
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 10, 2018 17:11:07 GMT -5
Nik Vernell Type Three Hybrid
Niklaus Vernell had been up since damn near the crack of dawn, and the knock on his door almost drove him insane - that is, until the voice behind the knocking rang out. Ah, Marcus was-
Oh no. Marcus was outside his door. A loud curse came from inside the apartment, and the music inside cut off quickly. The door was thrown open, and there was Nik in all his mid-painting glory. An old t-shirt, a pir of gray sweats, and paint all over his face. It almost made him cute, until one noticed the large purple handprint on his forehead.
The person behind that hand print, a young girl, stepped in front of Nik before he could speak, grinning and grabbing Marcus to pull him into the apartment. Nik made to stop her, but she simply shoved him away with her free hand.
“You’re a bloody menace, Marcie! I swear, I should have never adopted you. Okay I’m lying but still! Stop assaulting the neighbor!” He huffed, running a red paint-covered hand through his dusky blonde hair. Chuckling, Nik put his clean hand on Marcus’s shoulder and smiled sweetly.
- { -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 } - { apartment complex } -
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Post by anormallife on Aug 12, 2018 21:22:14 GMT -5
Whiskey Phillips | 24 | Male | Human |
| He stands at around 6'2" and has broad shoulders and a sturdy build from working on the farm. Since he works outside so much his skin nicely tanned a few shades darker than normal. He doesn't keep his face cleanly shaven and always has a bit of stubble to go for a scruffy look. He has dark brown hair that he usually keeps cut short and pushed back and away from his face, although you don't really see much of it because he is always wearing his signature cowboy hat. And he has dark brown eyes. |
| anormallife | He doesn't like it when other people take his hat. Older brother to Ginger-Ale |
Ginger-Ale Phillips | 22 | Female | Human |
| She stands at around 5'8" and is well muscled and an average build. She isn't quite as tan as her brother but she has a bit of a tan to her light colored skin. She does have plenty of freckles though that cover most of her face and over the rest of her body. Her hair is light brown in color with golden highlights in it that she usually keeps in a loose braid over one of her shoulders. She does have brown eyes just like her brother. She doesn't have a signature cowboy hat like Whiskey but she does have plenty of different cowboy boots that she owns. |
| anormallife | Whiskey's younger sister |
Chiharu (Chip) Yamada | 18 | Female | Type 1 Shifter - Chipmunk |
| She stands at around 5'3" and she has a small and thin build. She is of Japanese descent. She has a round face shape and fair colored skin with yellow undertones. She has thick black hair that is naturally straight. Her hair is long and she usually keeps in low loose pigtails, and she has straight across bangs that stop around her eyebrows. She has monolid eyes that are dark brown in color. She has round chipmunk ears and also a fluffy chipmunk tail. She has the stripes of a chipmunk down her back, but you don't really see them that often. She is very fashionable with her clothes and make-up and keeps up with all the trends. |
| anormallife | She has lots of different social media accounts |
Apollodoros (Apollo) Gimenez | 18 | Male | Type 1 Hybrid - Red-winged Blackbird |
| He stands at around 5'9" and has a bit more of a slim an athletic build. He has a bit of muscle to him and he is pretty good in a fight. He has light brown colored skin and a few scars across his skin here and there. He has thick black hair that is wavy in texture and medium in length and it has a shaggy and choppy style to it. He has hooded eyes that are dark brown in color and are so dark that the iris and pupil of his eyes kind of blend together with no distinction between the two. He has piercings in both ears that he did himself. He wears a few leather bracelets on his wrist and is seen wearing a leather jacket most of the time. And he also has the large dark wings of a red-winged blackbird. |
| anormallife | the local bad boy |
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 13, 2018 17:08:20 GMT -5
Marcus "Mark" Winters Human
Marcus for sure was not expecting both Marcie and Nik to open the door. He chuckled and started waving at the two, about to speak before he was interrupted and dragged into the apartment. He grunted and chuckled in response, glancing at Nik with a wide grin spreading across his tired face. "You look splendid, Nik. Handsome as always." He hummed, managing to pull himself free from Marcie's grip. "Ahh, let me have some alone time with him, girl, I'll hang out with you too, no worries." He grinned cheekily at the young female before turning his attention back to the handsome male in front of him.He carefully enveloped Nikolaus in a gentle hug and sighed softly. "I've had such a long day, it's ridiculous." He mumbled softly. "I am in desperate need of a nap and possible cuddles from my favorite person." His lips pouted softly as he looked at Nik, giving him a puppy dog begging kind of look. [ sorry this is very short ): ] - { ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » } - { apartment complex } - { afternoon } -
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:27:44 GMT -5
Nero Marley Type 1 Hybrid (cat)
Nero’s ears shot up in surprise when Dakota asked if he wanted to hang out with him. The better answer probably would have been to refuse and to explain that he just didn’t have the time for all of that. However he just couldn’t quite convince himself to actually say that. Very rarely did Nero have good interactions with people like this. Usually people told him to get lost and then Nero continued on his way. However this time, Dakota here wanted to hang out with him, he was actually being nice to him, and that made Nero hesitant to refuse.
So for a moment or so, the cat hybrid stood where he was, staring at Dakota as he internally fought with himself on what to do. After all, he didn’t technically have time for hanging out with some cool stranger. He was still trying - and struggling - to find ways to quickly earn that money Cipher needed. Nero had been around long enough to know what happened to people that disappointed Mr. Magnus. Too many people he had known, too many people that had been in a similar situation to himself, had disappointed the mob boss, and that had been the last time Nero had seen any of them.
He didn’t plan on being the next on a list of many that went to Cipher’s office after disappointing him and never came back out. So, considering all of that, he really didn’t have time for hanging out with this guy. However he had been awfully nice to Nero, which was a rare occurrence outside of his small group of friends. Would it really hurt to spend just a little bit of time with him?
Well it would, but Nero was going to ignore that for now and nodded at him instead. ”Okay, sure, did you have anything you wanted to do?” The cat hybrid asked as he looked to Dakota. Common sense had been thrown out the window, but hey, since when did Nero know the meaning of common sense?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:29:30 GMT -5
Pluto Rokkett Type 1 Shifter (ferret)
Shaking her head and body like a dog trying to get dry, Pluto’s tail fluffed right up and her hair did the same. She was still drenched of course, but the shaking did seem to help. With a glare the short ferret hybrid looked back to the homeless man, water dripping from her head and clothes sticking to her body. ”I’m a ferret. fer-ret, it’s not that hard to guess, and it’s not my fault! You’re the one that yeeted yourself into the water like some sort of fiddlesticking dolphin, neither of us would’ve gotten soaked and maybe we’d still have an eel instead of giving that little sea worm an escape!” Pluto snapped at him, fur on her tail beginning to stick up even more in her anger.
Taking a few deep breaths, Pluto began to calm herself down. Breathe in. Breathe out. Okay so maybe it was also partially her fault. She did attack some random homeless guy as a ferret. But she wasn’t going to admit to taking some of the fault for this. Now she was soaked and Pluto was just glad that she hadn’t brought any of her limited tech with her. If anything had happened to her babies, this homeless hybrid would’ve been in some real trouble. Demon noodle would have been the understatement of a life time. Luckily though, Pluto was empty handed today.
Opening her eyes, Pluto looked back to the homeless guy, gesturing around slightly with her hands. ”Look, I’m sorry I tried to steal your eel as a ferret. I needed the food and I doubted you’d just hand it over. In my defense though, I also didn’t think you’d notice me trying to grab the eel, but you did and now we’re both drenched,” she explained and gestured down to her soaking wet clothes. ”So maybe we should just call it even and go our separate ways?” Pluto suggested, offering the homeless man a small, slightly forced smile.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:31:22 GMT -5
Cressida Walters Type 4 Hybrid (gentoo penguin/veiled chameleon/florida white rabbit/rose breasted cockatoo)
Cressida took another gulp of her drink, shivers running down her spine as the caffeine coursed through her veins. It was really kicking in now, which was a good thing because before this Cressida had actually been getting tired and that just wouldn’t do. Now was not the time for sleeping, they had stuff to do today and she had to be awake for it all. Sure technically this wasn’t the healthiest route, but it could have been worse.
She could have also added in all of her other energy drinks...and sugar.
This was a tame combination for the many caffeinated cocktails that Cressida could whip up depending on what she needed. Now, granted, she remained rather conscious of her unhealthy habitats and knew it wasn’t the smartest move on her part...even her great grandfather Kai commented repeatedly on a healthy diet. However that was for the old world, everyone nowadays lived much healthier lives than they did back then. Cressida didn’t have to worry about it, not really.
Looking to her sister, Cressida sent Sorreni a reassuring smile. ”Relax, I don’t need sleep, I have caffeine,” she told her and held the coffee cup up for her twin to get a look. It seemed like they didn’t have that much to worry about today, which was quite nice. The interview was small and easy to handle. ”Do you think it would be possible to wear one of my costumes for the interview? They’re so much fun and I just got one with pastel pink feathers,” Cressida continued, moving out of the kitchen and back to where her book was. Then, deciding to go back to her reading, Cressida grabbed her book and with book and coffee in hand, she lurched herself upward until she was once again hanging from the ceiling.
Was this a smart move? Probably not. However Cressida was an expert at doing things upside down, she had to be, it was part of the show. Drinking coffee and reading upside down was nothing. Besides, now the coffee couldn’t spill since it had a lid. Thank you Sorreni.
So, she flipped her book back open to where she had left it off and brought the cup of utter caffeine up to her lips to try and take a sip. This was also a bad move on her part, as immediately something went wrong and she began to choke on the coffee, causing her to cough for a good minute or so before she managed to get ahold of herself.
Looking back down to Sorreni - face now tinted red from coughing so much - Cressida smiles at her. ”I’m okay,” she reassured and then glanced at the cup of coffee before looking back to her twin. With a sigh, she hesitantly powered the cup down for Sorreni to take. ”Though uhmm, it’s probably a good idea if I don’t try that again,” she explained quietly with a sheepish smile spreading slowly across her face.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:33:08 GMT -5
Ranger Barslim Type 2 Shifter (golden border retriever/australian shepherd)
Though it had been a little upsetting to discover that none of the manly names he could think of on the top of his head would fit him, should he ever need to change his name, the whine had more of less been an instinctive reaction to being even slightly upset. He had gotten over it rather quickly after coming to the conclusion that Ranger in itself was probably the most manly man to ever exist in the entire universe and he had been blessed with the name. So when asked if he was alright, Ranger tilted his head to the side, blinking in confusion at the question. ”Hmm? Yeah, I’m fine,” Ranger reassured Talulah with ease.
Luckily it was also fairly easy to get into the next topic of conversation they seemed to be having, and what was that topic? Why having twenty plus kids of course. Ranger had the utmost respect for any parents, even the ones that just had a couple. His pa had three kids and they were a handful. So to imagine someone having even more kids, over twenty of them, amazed Ranger beyond comprehension.
Not only did that mean that this couple were utter masters in the bedroom, but that also meant they found time to make another kid while taking care of even more kids. Which was pretty impressive in his opinion. They had to take care of their own kids, and even one was a hassle, he couldn’t imagine over twenty, yet still with all those kids they found time for each other. Ranger had nothing but the utmost respect for them, even if he still thought anyone with that many kids had to be a little bonkers.
”Yep, twenty little creepmice and counting, I respect ‘em but I wouldn’t wanna be ‘em,” Ranger explained with a small shake of his head. If he had that many kids he would probably die of stress like a rabbit or something like that. Luckily Ranger knew how to prevent a million mini Rangers running around the place. He wasn’t a father yet...as far as he was aware of anyways, it couldn’t hurt to double check but he was pretty sure he hadn’t spawned someone yet.
Shaking his head, the dog hybrid pushed that to the side and focused on food instead as he reached out and took a small portion of the amount of food Talulah had. Once he had it in his hands, he smiled back to Talulah, his tail wagging behind him. ”Thanks, I promise this’ll be all I take,” he reassured her, since Ranger didn’t really want to steal her food anyways. A tiny bit was enough for him. So with a small, gratuitous bark of thanks, Ranger stuck the food in his mouth, letting out a happy whine of satisfaction afterwards. ”That’s real good food you’ve got there, Talulah,” Ranger informed her, leaning back in his chair a little, already feeling more at ease in this conversation than he was before, and he had always been pretty comfortable talking to people.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:34:43 GMT -5
Jonah Otto Human
Well today had certainly been off to a bad start for him. First he had gotten to work late because of some weird smell in his apartment - his roommate had insisted there wasn’t a smell, but Jonah knew it was there - then when he had gotten to Maudie’s home she had been muttering something or another about sandwiches of all things, and then saw one look at him and told him to change. So then he had to change out of his normal attire and into the outfit he wore now, and now he had just gotten coffee spilled all over it.
The farm boy let out a groan. Hopefully Maudie wouldn’t be too upset that he had stained some of her designer pants. She didn’t appear to have a temper from what Jonah had seen of her, but you never really knew what would push someone over the edge and Jonah wasn’t all that keen to find out where Maudie drew the line on her temper. But maybe...just maybe, she wouldn’t even notice, yeah, this would be fine. Even if there was no chance he could just buy average every day jeans from a store to replace the pants with...if he did that, he was pretty sure Maudie really would have his head and he wasn’t about to risk that.
So, dusting off his shirt and pants as best he could, Jonah let out a small sigh, shaking his head. ”No, don’t worry about it. I can just buy some new drinks and hope Maudie doesn’t care that I’m too late,” he explained, looking up from his clothes to offer Dani a small smile. ”Just another adventure, huh?” Every day of his life had been an adventure ever since he had come to the city. This was just one more perfect example of how rushed and busy everyone in the city was. No one stopped to smell the roses, not even he did.
If he wasn’t so determined to see this whole thing through, Jonah might just be tempted to call it quits and return to the simple home life at his farm with his mother and his brother. Life was so much simpler on the farm.
Pushing thoughts of the simple farm life he was accustomed to out of his mind, Jonah took one last look down at his stained pants before returning his gaze to Dani. ”It’s nice to meet you, even if it’s not the best circumstances,” he told her, extending his hand to her if she wanted to shake it. What? Was he supposed to push common curtesy and manners to the side just because he had coffee stained pants and a possible angry boss to deal with later? That just wasn’t Jonah’s style.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:36:15 GMT -5
Flo Carter Type 2 Hybrid (sea otter/red fox)
Oh yes, it was her absolute honor just to bask in the presence of her far superior twin. Hah, Jex was great, Flo would readily admit that, but she was also pretty darn cool too if you were to ask her. She was the cool, hot lifeguard like Wendy Peffercorn from that one super old movie. That was Flo, except she was even better because she was a hybrid and everyone knew that hybrids were amazing. After all, who could possibly make for a better lifeguard than a sea otter? Well, maybe a dolphin or something, but there weren’t a whole lot of dolphin hybrids running around, now were there?
Besides, Flo liked to think she could take a dolphin hybrid in a fight or a swimming competition if she had to. She still firmly believed she was pretty darn amazing, though Jex was pretty cool too...plus if anything else, there was at least one thing Jex did have her beat in. Jex had a girlfriend while Flo was single and ready to mingle. Of course, Flo wouldn’t say that Martha was the type of girl she personally had pictured for her brother, but she had warmed up to the tough sheep hybrid over time and by now Flo considered Martha as a friend of hers, even if literally none of their interests aligned.
But aside from actually being in a relationship, what did Jex have over her? Well, he didn’t lick milk off the counter top like some sort of dog, that was true. But Flo still didn’t exactly see anything weird about this. After all, they were part fox and foxes were related to dogs so they were basically dogs and if you were to ask her that was good enough.
Still, when Jex protested, Flo did stop...for a second, she looked up at him, tongue still brushing against the counter top. Her eyes met his for a few moments and then - while keeping eye contact with her twin - Flo very slowly lapped up the rest of the milk as if daring Jex to question her on this. She even made sure to take even longer than she usually would’ve when licking the counters clean just to make sure Jex got the message that Flo and her licking habits would not be stopped.
Finally she had lapped up every last drop of milk that had spilled - why cry over spilled milk when you can just lick it up? - and by now Flo was just licking the cold counter surface as if it was some sort of delectable lollipop or cone of ice cream. At this point even Flo seemed to find this sort of gross and brought her tongue back into her mouth, looking over at Jex with a cheeky grin spread wide across her visage. ”Relax, my tongue is clean, and it’s no more gross than licking a plate. I think you just need to go with the flow a bit more, Jexxy,” Flo told him, showing off her pearly white sharper than normal canines as she smiled at him, only then getting to actually eating the bowl of cereal her brother had so kindly gotten for her.
”After we eat breakfast and actually get ready for the day, we can head out to the mall, go shopping for awhile, it’ll be fun,” Flo suggested, completely changing the topic as she stuck a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Now that she had finished licking up her victory milk, Flo could actually focus on her cereal. The only real downside to it now was that during her time licking up the milk as slowly as physically possible, her breakfast had gotten a little soggy, which kinda sucked, but Flo could put up with slightly soggy cereal for this.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 14, 2018 1:37:38 GMT -5
Jemima Skarovski Type 1 Hybrid (sifaka lemur)
Jemima gave her husband a look at the mention of caffeine. It wasn’t necessarily that she had anything against the beverage, she just also knew how addictive it could be. Not to mention the cycle of no sleep that it put people through. ”May, you need to get sleep. Actual sleep,” the sifaka lemur began, voice stern get soft. Concerned for the man, nothing else. ”Maybe you have too much on your plate, let me handle some of the paperwork, you need to get some sleep,” she informed him, tipping her head ever so slightly to the side as she looked her husband over.
Now, granted, Jemima had enough on her plate as well. With all of her work that she had here at New Wings combined with being the mother of a young girl. It wasn’t as if Jemima needed to add more to her own plate than there already was. But if it meant that Maynard could take a break and get the rest that he both needed and deserved, Jemima would be willing to take on a little more. Besides, work for her was sort of relaxing in a way. Not all of it, obviously.
Going down a few levels to deal with their two major projects Capucine had given them was not what Jemima wold consider relaxing in the slightest. The levels down below were creepy in more ways than one, and Jemima couldn’t find herself in good conscience going down there to work. However it wasn’t up to her. She had to foresee all elements of their laboratory, and that included the experimentations going on down below.
However, that didn’t mean that other aspects of her job weren’t relaxing or fun. Jemima quite enjoyed moving around on the upper levels, checking in on the different teams of scientists at work, finding ways to better the lives of others. It was relaxing to see how far everyone had come and to see the progress they had made. To know that they were doing good for the world with everything they had going on here brought a warmth to Jemima that she definitely didn’t get the further down she went.
But she could put up with anything the labs threw at her if it meant bettering the world that they lived in so their future generations would have the lives they truly deserved.
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Aug 14, 2018 14:11:51 GMT -5
Nik Vernell Type Three Hybrid
Nik hummed, looking at Marcus's puppy dog face with slight amusement. He couldn't help but hide his laughter - the older man was using a child's tactic to convince him to cuddle. He didn't have to do it, really, Nik would have said yes either way. The look just made him even more unfairly cute.
"You know, all you had to do was ask. When have I ever turned down cuddles from my favorite person?" Of all the things Marcus could have asked, this certainly was not what Nik expected, but he was glad for it. Despite Marcie's constant teasing, he enjoyed that he and Marcus could be like this with each other, no awkward tension, no "I have to be an adult" excuses. They could be as young or as old as they wanted, and he loved it.
"Maybe later we can all go out to eat, me, you, Marcie, and Akaai? I'm sure the girls would love a free meal while they fawn over how 'totes adorbs' we are," he joked, grinning. Honestly, the fact that Marcie and Akaai hadn't started making bets baffled him, as they were prone to doing it when their friends from school were getting together. Not that he wanted them to make bets - his love life wasn't a competition. He was just so used to it that he almost missed hearing them discuss their predictions.
{ bleh, this one isn't very good. } - { -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 } – { apartment complex } –
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Post by anormallife on Aug 15, 2018 13:41:40 GMT -5
Feathertalon James to Tyse
James' ears twitched slightly at the sound of papers being moved, more specifically papers in front of the man he was talking to. He must have had them with him the whole time, he just hadn't noticed them until now. Ah, studying, that would explain it, must be notes of some kind then. He couldn't hep himself from wondering what subject the notes were for. If Tyse came from a campus, that must mean he is a college student, right? He must be, that really was the only explanation for this.
As for the think about background noise, he didn't find it weird at all. It was kind of comforting in a way to be able to hear the world around you. Silence is a little too much sometimes just for being nothing.
"Yeah, I guess you could say I'm just here for the coffee." he answered with a smile. Well that was the short answer at least. "But the better answer to that question is that I'm here to avoid shopping with my parents. They had to go to a few stores nearby, and since I'm not the biggest fan of shopping for groceries, I convinced them to let me stop for a drink while they did their thing." He said, suing his hands while he talked then putting his hands back around his coffee cup when he was done. "And I'm glad that I did." he said them emphasized his point by taking a moment to take another sip of coffee.
"Oh, I was curious." he started again as he set the sup back down. "What subject are you studying?" he asked as he looked at him curiously. As much as he didn't like school he was still curious.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 Dakota to Nero
With his ears forward and listening, Dakota patiently waited for a response from Nero. He could understand his hesitation though. He was just a stranger to this cat hybrid, and it's not everyday that a stranger asks you to hang out with them. But the fact that they were strangers was the fun part to Dakota. It gave you the chance to meet somebody new, and new people were always interesting. Plus the meeting could go in many different directions. They could be friends by the end of this interaction or never speak to each other again. Strangers were unpredictable and that's what made it fun.
Dakota's face lit up and he grinned at Nero when he agreed to hang out with him. He clasped his hands together excitedly and shook his head to answer his question. "Nothing in particular." he answered him. He came out there to look for someone to hang out with him, he didn't really have any plans after that. He could always think of something though. There was always something to do in the city.
"Well actually..." he started as a thought came into his mind. "I am a bit hungry, maybe we can grab something to eat." he suggested. "And then maybe do a bit of window shopping in the shopping district. I really shouldn't buy anything because I have to make sure I make rent, but it doesn't hurt to look." he said with a smile. Dakota has always had expensive tastes so that meant a slightly nicer and more expensive than average apartment. Rent was always a struggle but he always made it and on time. He just has a tastes for the finer things.
"Come on, this way." Dakota said and motioned Nero to follow as he started to walk then he realized something. "Oh my gosh. How rude of me. I didn't even ask." he muttered to himself then looked to Nero. "Is there anything you want to do?" he asked him. Dakota was also always polite when he needed to be.
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Post by Fuzzymask on Aug 16, 2018 20:26:03 GMT -5
CHESTER Hyena/pronghorn hybrid
Chester waited silently as the "fer-ret" ranted on how it was his fault they fell int the water and lost the eel. Chester simple sighed and started to squeeze all the salt water from his shirt, but he knew he was going to be soaked for a long time. Looks like he was going have to sleep cold and wet tonight. The girl then grew quiet, he looked at her and noticed how stressed she looked, with her eyes closed and her hair all frizz and her clothes drenched, the girl looked ragged and small. She kinda remembered Chester of his own daughter. Chester shook the thought away. Chester then spoke as he picked up his fishing pole, the tip had broken off in the "fight" but he didn't seem to mind much. He could fix it with a couple sticks and some ducktape. After the girl rambled off an apology Chester finally spoke. "I accept your apology "fer-ret" girl...well kinda of." Chester playfully pointed the fish pole at Pluto. "But this fiddlesticking dolphin would like to help you, it seems you may need some help." Chester rested pole against his shoulder, so the tip stuck sideways. "A normal person would not try to attack a person twice her size to just get a simple bit of eel." Why not help the girl that tried to steal his food, made him lose the eel and almost drowned him. Chester was a nice guy it seemed.
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Post by Sanders on Aug 16, 2018 23:29:33 GMT -5
Sophocles "Soph" Foster | 21 | Male | Type 2 Hybrid (snow leopard/house cat) | | A fairly tall, thin man. He has fluffy white hair and droopy snow leopard ears. He's a bit hairier on his shoulders and arms than your average person. The fur is a soft shade of bluish grey. His eyes are a light blue color. A long snow leopard like tail drags behind him. His skin is almost pinkish in color. | | Sanders | Sophocles is a huge Pokemon fanboy. He's almost always dressed in clothes that would befit a Pokemon trainer or some sort of villain's costume. His name even comes from a Pokemon game. |
Caroline Foster | 5 | Female | Human | | A small round faced little girl. Her hair is naturally brown but Sophocles sometimes dyes it to match his because Caroline will ask to be just like her older brother. Her eyes are a deep shade of brown. | | Sanders | Sophocles takes care of her but they aren't related. Although, he calls himself her older brother. |
Chopin Butler | 16 | Male | Hybrid Type 2 (fox/raccoon) | | A small, mousy boy. He has large pointed gingery brown ears as well as scruffy, curly hair in the same color. His small amount of facial hair unfortunately also comes in the same color. He has small dark brown eyes that are surrounded by a raccoon mask. He has a raccoon tail that is lighter brown in color. | | Sanders | Twin brother to Miku Butler |
Miku Butler | 16 | Female | Hybrid Type 2 (fox/raccoon) | | She is a short girl with a small build. She has the same gingery brown, curly hair as her brother, but it is much longer though and reaches her waist and the ends are died blue for a nice ombre effect. She has large amber colored eyes that are fox like in nature and surrounded by long eyelashes. She has black fox ears and a long fluffy fox tail that has a white tip with a dark brown ring near the end. Her hands are normal human hands but her feet are in fact the feet of a fox, which she is secretly self conscious about. | | Sanders | Twin sister to Chopin Butler |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2018 21:13:24 GMT -5
Talulah Caballus border collie x husky x quarter horse
Maybe she had been a little too quick to assume something was wrong with the dog hybrid. If he said he was fine then surely he was fine. Talulah didn’t take Ranger for somebody to hide what was on his mind. She could be wrong, but he just didn’t really seem like the type. She had always prided herself on being able to read people and being able to read the situation, but maybe just this once she had jumped much too quickly to conclusions. Oh well, it happened to everybody she supposed. As long as Ranger was fine then it was all okay and there was no need to press him any further. If he wanted to talk about something Talulah was sure he would.
Rather than sit there and worry about a potential problem that probably didn’t even exist, Talulah jumped right back into the other conversation at hand, which happened to be kids. A lot of kids. Over twenty of them. Just for one couple. Much like Ranger the dog-horse hybrid couldn’t imagine having that many children, but she had to admit that she respected any couple that could have so many kids and still be able to care for each one individually. She could only imagine how much work it would be to take care of all those kids and still this couple had enough time to spend with one another. It was admirable, it really was.
It was from that train of thought that caused a bark-chuff of amusement to come from the type three hybrid. She shook her head, ears flopping with the movement. Sometimes her imagination got the better of her and she just had to share her current companion what she was thinking. ”That couple probably had to start mighty early to have that many kids and still be young enough to keep up. Like, get married at thirteen or something and start having kids at sixteen. Imagine a world where that was common, or like some island place where people did that all the time. Sounds like some kind of weird legend,” she chuffed.
Back to the topic of food, Talulah watched as Ranger took a bit of her lunch for himself. Once he had she went on to take her own bites of her food, finishing off some of the things that had been on her tray. As she did she looked up, taking a glance at one of the nearby clocks on the wall. She huffed when she saw the time; even though she owned her own shop and could pretty much take as long of a lunch as she wanted, she liked to only take the typical hour. According to the clock she didn’t have much longer before she needed to head back, but she was enjoying herself quite a bit here with Ranger.
Slumping a bit in her chair, the dog-horse glanced up at the ceiling. That’s when an idea came to her. Ranger was a charmer, a flirty kind of guy, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make a good friend if they got to hang out more and get to know one another better. Bringing her brown and blue gaze back to Ranger she asked, ”Have you ever been interested in crystals and magic and things of that nature?” Maybe, just maybe, he was the slightest bit interested and intrigued just enough to want to one day visit her little shop whether to visit her or the actual items in her store.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 17, 2018 21:14:01 GMT -5
Tyse Crux human
By now the conversation was turning around to something a lot less anxiety inducing. Tyse had started this interaction off in a rather bumpy way, but it was starting to pick up and straighten out which was good. That was always good. Maybe this conversation would even go so well by the end of it that Tyse would have himself a new friend. Or, well, something more of an acquaintance and from there a friendship could form. It would be nice, that was for sure. Even if he was the most socially adept person he did like to be around others. At least sometimes. In the long run he was an introverted person, somebody who lost energy after being around a lot of people, old or new to him, but that didn’t mean he automatically hated being around others. Besides, in his field of study he would have to deal with people all the time.
Tyse was snapped out of these thoughts when he heard James speak up once again. He felt an understanding smile pull at his lips when the blond raccoon explained his reasoning for coming here. ”I don’t blame you there,” he admitted with something of a chuckle under his breath. Getting groceries was certainly a necessity but if Tyse could go without needing to go to the store then he was going to take that chance. If he had to go shopping then he liked to get in and get out, he wasn’t one to lollygag around if he could help it.
In the moment between the two topics of discussion, Tyse took a sip of his own drink. He had just finished when James spoke up once more, this time with a question directed toward the college student and his current subject.
Now, if there was one thing Tyse could talk about for hours on end it was this, so he reminding himself to not go overboard with it. ”Anthropology. Right now we’re not really into the stuff that’s my favorite, but it’s still quite interesting,” he answered with a liveliness to him that spoke of his passion for this sort of stuff. ”What I want to do is really study the native populations of countries and things like that, study the foundations of what made that place what it is.” That had always been a passion of Tyse’s, and if he felt like somebody was also interested in this sort of stuff then he really could go on and on, but he was able to keep himself from going off on a tangent for James’s sake, at least for now.
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Post by CreamCrow on Aug 17, 2018 21:55:34 GMT -5
Romola "Rommy" Costa Williams type 1 shifter (snow leopardl) "Only the best friend? Hmmmm... I don't know about the sound of that," Rommy said pausing, giggling about the repetition of the phrase 'fluffier Rory Hayes.' She waited dramatically before giving a wicked grin. "I think the title would suit you far much better, oh-so fluffy. Just watch, I'll get even fluffier hair than you!" To prove a point, the snow leopard put a hand through her hair to mess with it a little, giving it a larger, poofier look barely. After finishing her hair-do, she tilted her head at the monkey boy, joy flashing through her green eyes.
He went back to the in-character story playing out. Which made her think, she could also be the fluffiest haired spy- though, if she were the fluffiest in the world and a spy, she would already win that too.
"It won't? Right! The food is our aiding factor, or we could sacrifice it for the greater good. Perhaps no food would get taken anymore, however we would be equally devastated, in a state with no food-" Rommy continued. If they chose to sabotage the food, she knew what exactly to put into food to make him immediately turn away from it. "Our skill at fighting and peanut butter are our greatest allies in this upcoming fight." The peanut butter would help if they wanted to mess with the food at least. Since Endy hated the rich, creamy, peanut flavoured butter. Well, peanut butter, but it felt redundant to say that at least when it was mentioned it was peanut flavoured. And, it was called peanut butter, so it was fair to use butter at the end, no?
Mrs. Costa Romola Smail giggled at the insult. Mean was a cute and endearing insult to Rommy's ears. Like, a child-like insult that sounded for cute than threatening or scary. She liked it. "He is devious like that... But I suppose, before we go on this mission. There is a.... certain relation between me and Endrick. He is-" Rommy took in a deep breath, putting a hand to her head.
"He is my twin brother!"
She paused for effect, awaiting the gasp before continuing the plan. After the dramatic reveal, they still needed food. She giggled once more at his grammar fail, before listening to the options once more. Then he suggested the best idea ever. "Spaghettitacocheese!" Already a fun idea on its own, but then he added the idea of marshmallows as well. "You are a genuis! It'll be perfect!"
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Post by CreamCrow on Aug 17, 2018 21:56:25 GMT -5
Moore Clayton type 2 hybrid (american alligater and keeshond hound) He was really glad this was going easy. He half-expected the wildcat to be fussy about everything. From being touched to being picked up to being carried all that way. He supposed he should have seen it coming. But...
"HOLY F*CKING SH*T," he startled. The little it in his arms went and became a freaking tiny child. No duh he was freaking startled. She just whooped and went and became an actual human being which meant one thing and as he caught his breath, he snarled out a little from surprise, "F*cking sh*t man, you shifters... Damn you all." And entirely in the dogator's defense, it was pretty dang freaky when what you assumed was a normal animal turned into that.
She looked terrible. Like, she looked far too ratty to be a cat. Or... far too alley-cat in a way. That made sense, right? But she was bone-thin kind of skinny and an absolute mess when it came to her appearance and he was left with an odd expression on his face of disgust.
It didn't help that he believed, "Cats are pretty dang annoying, y'know, like sneaking into museums and their exhibits, right?" He let out a small sigh, shaking his head before giving the girl a hard glare. "Where the hell are you're parents? Do they always let you roam free in places like this?" Was he going to have to spend even more time watching over this kid until her parent's came looking for her? He really would prefer not.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 18, 2018 0:36:41 GMT -5
Stella Bella cat shifter
Whoah there, those were some really bad words. Stella lived on the streets and heard a lot. She was young, but because of her situation she knew a lot of bad words, and she knew for a fact that what this museum worker had just said were some pretty bad ones. So she did what all little kids should when hearing an adult swear.
She laughed.
In her current predicament she probably shouldn't have laughed, but she did, and she couldn't help it. Those bad words were just so funny!
"You should say that again! It sounds funny, ya know? I like those words," she purred, smiling up at the guy as if completely forgetting that he was actually trying to throw her out of the museum and the fact that he had said he didn't like cats. Sure, Stella didn't like that, but she wasn't picky when it came to all of that, not really. Sure, she would be annoyed for a bit, but she was sure this guy had some good in him, like right now. He was showing he could be good and funny just by saying those particular words.
Stella was about to comment about his whole comment on cats being annoying again, but it was his next question that caught her off guards.
Parents. Right.
The little girl squirmed a bit in his grip, looking away. She should really be used to this, shouldn't she? The fact that she didn't have any parents. She had never known her dad...and her mom had died when she had been really young. After that she hadn't had anybody to look after her or anything, and so she had learned to survive on her own. Had learned how to survive on the streets. It was hard, and more often than not she went to bed hungry and cold, but she was surviving, wasn't she? She was alive and still going strong. That's what mattered. As long as she could keep going then everything was good. She would hold her head high and have a smile on her face so long as she was surviving.
So rather than sound pitiful or sad about her parentless life, Stella was pretty chipper about it. "I don't have parents, museum dude. Momma always said Dad was a true tomcat, liked to go where the ladies were. Then Momma died because she kept coughing too much. I didn't have any other family," she explained almost too nonchalant for a little eight-year-old that had to live the way she did. "I guess I would like to have parents again, it would be fun. If I had parents then I could eat every day! And I'd have a blanket," she purred. Yeah, it would be real nice to have food every day, and it would be even better to have a blanket. Then she wouldn't have to just rely on her fur to keep her warm on cold nights.
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Post by CreamCrow on Aug 19, 2018 1:10:51 GMT -5
Dixon Kyles type 2 hybrid (fallow deer and friesian horse) Fingers combed through his hair attempting to make it less of a mess and more of a tussled, sexy disheveled mess. His curly hair was an absolute blessing in appearance, but it was horrendous to try and style. He liked to think he managed.
Well, that was wrong. He knew he managed- and it wasn't simply managed, he absolutely rocked it. He moved his head around to confirm, and yes. There he was, an angel in the form of a hybrid. A graceful and powerful hybrid, seeing as he was deer and horse- each known for being either graceful or powerful creatures and it fit him beautifully. Perhaps he was slightly less lucky being a type two only, which was an entire topic unfair considering his type three brother didn't even care how much more amazing that was to people. However he didn't really need dormouse or mourning dove in order to be even greater than he was anyway.
He messed with his hair a little more before finally leaving the bathroom, the voice of his said brother called out, laughter in his voice, "New record, Dixy! 2 hours, 46 minutes, and 2 seconds! Beat the old one by a second!"
"Stop calling me Dixy, and mind you, it was still three seconds, anything beneath that is still far too rushed," Dixon called out in response, a hefty sigh occurring. It didn't hurt to look him best and the amount of time it took was worth it. Picking out his outfit, doing his makeup, hair, rechoosing an outfit, fixing anything that may be messed up. Final touches and then half an hour staring the mirror preparing to go outside. "Any way, I'm going out. Expect me in.... I dunno, three hours."
"So, you're going somewhere and repeating your whole process again?"
"Shut up."
Lucky his brother didn't try to stop him from any further and Dixon was free from the laughter that was unfortunately still coming out of his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind him and the heat hit. Gross, disgusting. Summer was he least favourite season from all the warmth that caused sweat which in turn not only ruined his makeup, but his hair as well. Made it far more frizzier, and after all that work.
Perhaps this wasn't a day he was meeting with an agency, but damn, he did want to look his best for his little get together. How was he supposed to act when his hair was tussled in an appealing way and was frizzy and a mess, or when his makeup was starting to fail thanks to the heat. He could attempt to keep his clothes pristine is heat didn't get to them. Dixon would much rather die than deal with the embarrassment of showing up at Moolia's Milkshake Mania in such an appealing way. He liked disheveled, but not... disgusting.
He was grateful it wasn't too far from his place of residence, which led less of a chance of him meeting with Apollo in a less than proper way. Of course, his entrance must be fashionable, it was almost Dixon's life at this point. He absolutely flowed as the door opened, not quiet in a slam, but fairly obvious. He glided inside, relieved the place had air conditioning right on the entrance. He hoped his hair swayed.
He slunk towards his friend sitting at a booth, likely waiting for the barely late Dixon deer-horse. There was his signature smirk on his face, bright and white as he greeted the other, "Apollo~ I hope I hadn't kept you waiting too long!"
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Post by anormallife on Aug 19, 2018 20:57:42 GMT -5
Feathertalon James to Tyse
James was expecting Tyse to say he was studying for math or english or any other typical school subject, not anthropology. Tyse was in college though, where study subjects weren't always so typical when you could study whatever you wanted. If James remembered correctly, anthropology was about the study of human behavior and society. And by the way that Tyse talked about it, he could tell that he was very passionate about the subject. "I can't say I know too much about the subject." he told him honestly, because he really didn't. He didn't know about other cultures or things of that nature. It wasn't exactly a subject that really got him interested or engaged or something he was actively trying to learn about.
"You seem to know a lot about the subject though if you aren't even at the part that is your favorite." He pointed out. "The fact that you even have a favorite part means you must really enjoy it." He said to him with a smile. Which was a good thing, he hoped that he would enjoy what he was studying if that's what he wanted to go into. He didn't even know if he had a subject that he was really into like Tyse was passionate about anthropology. Well, he was really interested into space and astronomy when he was a kid, but he dropped that forever ago. So he didn't think it really counted anymore. "It all sounds interesting though." He added. The fact that he didn't know anything about it made it at least a little bit interesting.
CreamCrow Apollo to Dixon
Since the diner was a seat yourself restaurant Apollo made his way over to one of the booth seats and slumped down into it, setting his leather jacket down in the seat next to him. It was way too hot, even in the air conditioned diner. He couldn't even wear his favorite jacket, which was the staple to every one of his outfits. Although he'd rather be comfortable in the tank-top he was wearing than be all hot in sweaty in his leather jacket. He didn't exactly care as much about his appearance as his friend that was coming to see him cared about his, so his outfit did not need to be perfect. Or his hair, which he knew was not perfect. He had to fly across town to get here and he knew the wind had to have done something to it, whether it was good or bad, he didn't know. Who knows, maybe Dixon would complement him on the 'wind swept' look he was going for today.
He shifted in his seat and moved his wings a bit to get comfortable then checked the time. He was on time, but Dixon was not here yet. He's give him a few more minutes and hope he wasn't planning on being 'fashionably late.' He wasn't even sure how the two of them became friends, it just kind of happened after that one project in History class. He didn't mind the friendship or Dixon, it just seemed kind of odd. They didn't seem like they should be friends with each other, but anything can happen.
The waitress came over and greeted him with a smile. "Apollo, nice to see you. Not with your family today?" she asked him. He recognized her as a family friend, one of his mom's friends to be more exact, and she also is a neighbor and lives a few houses down from his home. Not to mention that his family comes to this diner on occasion so they know some of the staff by now.
Apollo shook his head to answer her. "Nah just me, and I'm waiting on one other person."
"Oh, a date?" She asked him with a smile.
Apollo shook his head. "Nah, not a date. He's just a friend." he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"Ah, okay. Anything you want while you're waiting?"
"Some water would be great, and you should probably make it two waters." He said to her with a smile and she nodded as she walked off. With how hot it was outside a ice water sounded great right now. He checked the time again, even though not much more than a minute passed since he last checked. What could say, he didn't like waiting all that much.
The waitress came back with the waters and set them down on the table and as soon as she did the door opened. The both of them looked as Dixon made his 'grand entrance,' or at least as grand as an entrance can be when you walk into a diner.
"Is that him?" The waitress ask and Apollo nodded and muttered out a "Mmhmm." in affirmation as Dixon looked his way. A beat passed between him an the waitress. "You sure it's not a date?" she asked him upon seeing Dixon all done up just to meet Apollo for milkshakes. He turned back to the waitress and opened his mouth to say something, but Dixon was at the table already and the waitress was walking away. He turned his attention back to the other hybrid. This wasn't a date, but he if he was being honest the other did look pretty.
"Hey." He greeted Dixon with a half smile. "I've only been here for a few minutes, so I haven't been waiting long. I did get us some waters though while I was waiting." he said to him then gestured to said waters on the table before he grabbed one of the straws that waitress placed with them.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 19, 2018 22:34:21 GMT -5
Tyse Crux human
Okay, he needed to calm himself down. Usually when people said they didn't know much about a subject that either meant they weren't interested in it at all, or that they only wanted to know the bare minimum of what it was. He really didn't want to bore James with any of this, but what else could he really talk about? There really wasn't much else he could talk about without it getting awkward probably. Man, he really needed to work on that. He needed some more social skills, he really did. How did he have a boyfriend again? How had he been able to get Rhys to date him? Life really could be strange at times, couldn't it?
But anyway. He needed to keep his thoughts straight.
Tyse felt a smile pull at his lips as he listened to the blond raccoon speak. His passion for his subject of study was pretty apparent, wasn't it? He found himself reaching out and messing with his notes, twiddling them with the tips of his fingers. It was a habit he had found himself doing over time for some reason, like he had an urge to be doing something even when he really wasn't doing anything. Tyse called it his nervous energy, something that needed to be let out even when nothing was going on.
"I guess so, yeah. I've been interested in this stuff ever since I was little. It all started when I saw this drawing of a Tasmanian Tiger and from there I kinda spiraled into other topics and ideas and, well, here I am now," he replied, motioning toward his notes, once again twiddling through them with his fingers, the papers making a soft 'swoosh' as he did. "But I'm sure you're not here to listen to me drone on about this. So," he paused for a moment, wondering how to word his question without sounding rude or something, "what interests you?" Maybe that worked and wasn't rude or pushy or something like that.
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Post by Sanders on Aug 21, 2018 17:01:21 GMT -5
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖Two mousy looking teens were loitering outside of a music shop inside the Grand Palace Mall. Of course, they weren't actually mouse hybrids, just in their demeanor as they gazed into the shop. They would glance at each other and then back into the shop. They were hybrids; type 2 to be exact. An odd mixture of a fox and a raccoon. They looked similar enough to each other to place them as siblings, but it would've been hard to guess they were twins. The boy sibling peered over his sister's shoulder. He was only slightly taller than her, perhaps capping in around 5'5". Two large ears poked out from holes cut in the top of a beanie. His ringed tail twitched slightly as he spied something in the window that he would've liked to buy. Of course, neither of them had any money with them. The sister had her hands pressed to the glass. Her face was practically mushed against it as well. Probably the most notable thing about her appearance was the boots that went all the way up to her mid-thigh. Unfortunately, her hybridism had led her to having fox like paws. It was something she was very self-conscious about and tried her best to hide. Her long hair was pulled to the side in pigtails and she was wearing over the top make-up. "I wanna go in," she said in a sing-song. Her tail wagged back and forth and a naughty look entered her eye. "Miku, we don't have any money," the boy protested. He grabbed her sleeve as she attempted to make her way towards the door. "Who said I was going to buy anything?" she asked. She yanked her arm from his grasp and skipped into the store. Her brother had no choice but to follow. Inside the store, Miku went back towards where they kept all their pop music. Her brother followed just to make sure she wasn't going to make any trouble. She was incredibly into all things pop and idol related. One of her all time favorite artists was Hastune Miku, which was her namesake. She looked through all the titles that had come out recently. There was so much good music coming out recently. She wished she could have it all. "Chopin," she called. She grabbed her brother and yanked him back to her side as he was about to creep off. " Look! I've been looking everywhere for this album. I want it so bad."
He grabbed the album and turned it over. He made a face. Chopin wasn't a fan of anything pop related. It was bad enough that he had to listen to Miku's music at home when she decided to annoy him. He was much more into classical music. He even named himself after Frederic Chopin. "We don't have any money, Miku," he repeated as he put the album back on the shelf. "Well," her voice dropped into a whisper, "what if I don't pay for it?""Miku!" he said with a gasp. "You absolutely cannot do that." "What are you? A cop?" "I just don't think it's very ethical. And like, what if we get caught?""It's nothing we haven't done before." She pouted at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, but that's usually food stuff. And I can justify that. I can't really justifying taking a terrible pop album."She grabbed his shirt and lifted him up slightly. She was surprisingly strong for her short size and stature. "You take that back!""What? It's gonna be bad! I just call 'em like I see 'em.""Take it back!" "Miku, you're causing a scene." By this point, he had grabbed her hands and was working on getting her to release her grip on him. He wasn't doing a very good job, but he also wasn't about to say that the album she wanted to get was going to be good. It would go against everything he stood for. Although, he kind of regretted voicing his opinions at all. "So if you could just let me go..."
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Aug 22, 2018 19:00:47 GMT -5
[ Sorry my reply took so long to get out xD But hey, here we are! ] Marcus "Mark" Winters Human
The Filipino male couldn't help the soft grin that pulled the corners of his lips up into that cheeky smile he always had on his face. He playfully scratched at Nik's ears before holding him for a moment more. The hug was a sense of comfort and love in his mind, and he rarely ever wanted to pull away. But, eventually, every good thing came to an end and he pulled away from the amber haired boy before turning his attention to the couch and TV. He carefully pulled the other male towards the couch before plopping down onto his back, making grabby hands at Nik, his brown gaze glittering ever so slightly.
At the mention of going out to eat with their sisters, he slowly nodded his head, lips pursed. Marcus could definitely do with a night out- he needed one desperately, especially after the long day he had at the ER. "I'd definitely be down to go out and eat with Kaai and Marcie. I'm sure those two also want to catch up, what with Kaai always being gone at college for her Music major. The four of us haven't spent nearly as much time together as we used to." He stated, his lips falling into a slightly softer smile.
Marcus remembered the time when they had all first met- it had been years ago, but Nik and Mark always seemed to have this bond that their sisters would squeal over and apparently it caused to yell "I ship it" every time the two were caught napping together on the couch. He couldn't help but chuckle at the fond memories that enveloped his mind. His face felt warm with a soft blush, and his heart seemed to drum against his chest but he was rather calm in the end. Feelings had started developing months, or possibly even years ago, to the point where he tried his hardest to either ignore them, or just, not act on them. Not yet at least. Mark felt like he still needed to figure himself out before jumping into a relationship with a man he felt deserved way better than himself.
After letting his thoughts get overwhelmed, he shook his head and looked at Nikolaus once again. "Should we choose where to eat tonight, then? Or should we have the girls choose? As much as I'm afraid to let Marcie and Kaai choose a restaurant or fast food place, it saves us the trouble of picking somewhere that the two wouldn't like." Marcus mumbled after a moment, raising an eyebrow in question as he waited to here what his not-boyfriend would say. Maybe this was honestly just an excuse to hear the amber haired cutie talk again, but sh, that was for Marcus to know only.
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