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[aigue]

Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

[Text]

[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?


[Action]

[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

Comments

[pneumo]

[ gdi Renart playing with his heart ]

If I ask really nice can you show me?? Please?

[aigue]

[Just a little.]

Maybe. I'd like to try some of that dinosaur, too. And I'll need somewhere safe to store my belongings.

[pneumo]

Oh--yeah, sure! Um... I kinda made a mess....did you want any particular part of it? [ Because Sascha literally just ripped out it's stomach and was in the process of chewing through its rib cage when she showed up. The innards are mostly gone already. ]

[aigue]

Is there any offal left?

[She is 100% serious about that.]

[pneumo]

........Yyyy...es? What's an offal?

[aigue]

The internal organs. They're the best part of any prey.

[pneumo]

Oh! Um... There's....a little left. Sorry? I ate a lot of them already.

[aigue]

How rude of you. [She sighs exaggeratedly.] I suppose I'll take whatever's left, as well as some thigh meat.

[pneumo]

I didn't know I was gonna share...! [ He's sorryyyyy :c but look at him now! He's scooping out the remainders of the innzards for her with his hands and just sort of...holding them up for her. ]

You can have them!

[aigue]

Hmmm.

[That... was the easiest trade ever, wow. And it's barely even a trade, she enjoys being a fox enough that she wouldn't need much persuading, honestly.

She resists the urge to wag her tail, and nods.]

Alright, then. Hold on.

[She's going to take her bag off and set it down (might as well keep it within her sight), and start undressing. Right in front of him.]

[pneumo]

[ YEAH THAT'S...NEW. I mean he's used to it when Bigby does it because he turns into a giant elephant-sized wolf. But Bigby's also a guy. Sascha can count the number of times a girl's stripped in front of him on one hand, with one finger. With this time being that one finger. ]

.....Um.

[aigue]

[At least it's pretty tame to start out with, since she has her scarf, boots, coat and such to discard. They're all getting folded nicely and set down on a dry log. Since there doesn't seem to be belief around here she's going to have to clean her clothes the old fashioned way, so she'd like to avoid getting them dirty if possible.

And no, she really doesn't care too much if he stares. She knows she's got a nice body, and one bonus that comes with having an animal mindset means she's kind of shameless.

Soooo she'll just be stripping all the way down (keeping her hairclip in, of course), making sure her clothing is all neat before she shifts down to her fox form! Which is the most adorable, floofiest form ever. Black fur with bits of silver, and white to her ears and end of her tail.

She'll sit primly and look over at him.]

1/2

[pneumo]

[ Somehow, Sascha feels like he ought to get in trouble for this when he sees Renart strip off all her clothes and leave herself bare. Of course he doesn't look away (because he himself doesn't really know shame, but he gets the feeling Kitty wouldn't approve), but he does look suitably perturbed until the actual transformation comes. ]

[pneumo]

[ And he gasps, utterly thrilled and delighted and if he could actually sparkle guess what he'd be doing right now? ]

You're--you're so...fluffy......♥

[aigue]

[She'd be very flattered and not at all weirded out if he did start sparkling.

Instead she just lifts her muzzle proudly (this body is the best body) and smiles, then trots over. They had a deal mister, she wants that offal.]

[pneumo]

[ Oh, right. Sascha's first instinct is to reach out and try and pet her, but luckily with his hands full of organ meat it makes it a bit harder to accomplish. So Renart's spared that and Sascha snaps out of it, quickly holding it out for her. ]

Oh! Here-- [ He'll lay it on the ground for her?? ]

[aigue]

[Good boy! And thank god, because she'd be snapping at him. Dirty hands, Sascha.

Instead she digs in, because he isn't the only one who loves raw meat. Despite not needing food as a Fairy Tale she never stopped eating it, not wanting to lose the preferences from her life as a regular fox. Her tail even wags a bit; it's been over a year since she's eaten real meat that wasn't rats, so this is a very nice treat. She's even wagging her tail a little she's so happy.]

[pneumo]

[ It's arguably one of the cutest things he's ever seen in his whole life. He doesn't care that she's tearing into it like he had. Renart's so fluffy and she's black and lookit those giant ears and that tail--Sascha's basically star-struck, radiating joy as he watches her eat. ]

[aigue]

[She has a fan. She is okay with that, since he provided her with food. It even kind of tastes like chicken!

Yeah, despite having devoured those introductory pudding desserts she's being a pig and eating all of the offal. When she finishes she's going to flop over onto the ground with a satisfied sigh, one happy fox.]

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha, being the super suave vampire he is, will slowly shuffle closer on his hands and knees, eyes bright with the want to just touch...that tummy.... ]

Was it yummy...?

[aigue]

[So suave.]

Delicious. I haven't had a real meal in a long time.

[pneumo]

[ He would be surprised she can talk if Bigby couldn't also while shifted. ]

Awww... Poor fox!♥ You can have as much as you want!

[aigue]

[It's kind of hard to tell, but she looks thoughtful.]

I suppose I can. Nothing stopping me from going hunting.

[She kind of likes that, the chance to go hunt something substantial.]

[pneumo]

Well, until we move to the next planet anyway. Oh! I mean, I guess unless you live here... [ But she doesn't look like a local. ]

[aigue]

... What?

[She skimmed the network, okay.]