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Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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[Officer Snuggles is used to other foxes being friendly. Though he approaches a bit more cautiously thanks to the bared teeth, he still wants to play. Tail up, he flicks his ears back, angle friendly rather than aggressive.]

[Ugh, this poor thing is more dog than fox. It's pathetic.

She snaps at him before suddenly lunging, to pin him on the ground. Her ears are still flat and her tail is fluffed up - she's going for dominance, not play.]

[Snuggles isn't taking that; he fights back, snarling.

Of course, Wrath isn't taking it either. She lunges in--way faster than a human should be able to go--to try to scruff the aggressive fox with her left hand. She's not putting up with this kind of behavior; she knows what play fighting looks like and this ain't it.]

[Thankfully, Renart is much, much faster than the average fox. Like a black and silver bolt of lightning she's snapping before darting away, moving smoothly over the snow like she's done it a million times before. Whether that bite actually landed doesn't matter to her, her priority is to avoid getting picked up like some pet.

Once there's a bit of distance between herself and the human she gekkers angrily at her, severely offended.]

[The bite lands, but it's on Wrath's artificial arm, so that won't feel terribly nice to bite. Wrath starts crouched between the foxes as Snuggles squirms upright and then stays ready at a hand gesture from her.

She regards the aggressive fox flatly, waiting but calm. Her tone is firm.]

No.

[Her fur is practically standing on end at that command, and she spits out:]

I am not one of your depressing little pets, woman.

[She blinks, and then rolls with it. The fact that this fox is talking is less important than the fact that she attacked Snuggles. And if she can talk, then she should be better than to mess with an innocent animal.]

Don't fuck with a member of my crew, bitch. I will end you.

[She scoffs; that's hardly a threat to her.]

That isn't a 'member of your crew'. That's an animal that shouldn't be here.

[Still flat and low.] I don't give a fuck about your opinion. You aren't from my ship and you have no authority from which to judge. And this park was made for foxes like him, by all of us. You can use it, if you can manage to share. It doesn't belong to you.

So are we going to have a problem?

[Her tone turns dry.]

No authority, hm? You'd think an actual fox would be more knowledgeable on this matter than you.

[She sighs exaggeratedly, waving a paw.] I suppose I'm just another dumb animal who should be thrilled to forced to live in cramped artificial quarters, rolling over and playing dead to satisfy your narcissistic desire to own a cute animal.

No, but you sure sound like a useless shit bird who feels superior by attacking others and being judgemental.

You don't work on my ship and you aren't on my crew. Your assumptions are not my problem. Your attacking my crewmember is.

So are we going to continue having a problem?

[There's another sigh. She's dealt with these kinds of people before.

... Well, the vast majority of people are like this. Too selfish, too stupid, too short-lived to ever think about the consequences of their decisions.]

Clearly we are, since you're too single-minded to understand what I'm saying.

[She's been called worse by people she wants to punch a lot less.] What is your assigned ship?

[She tilts her head slightly.] Why does that matter?

Because I'm going to talk to your captain. Either they deal with you or I will.

Ship name. You can tell me or I can find out for myself and it'll be a lot less pleasant. Your choice.

[Does she seriously think that captain position actually means something? That's hilarious.]

No, I think I'll let you figure that out on your own.

[She's going to start pacing back and forth, a tightly wound mix of amused, frustrated and stressed. Another fox that gets too close to her when she's pacing is getting nipped at.]

Have fun.

[Depends on the ship, and she's well aware of that.

Wrath straightens up. She signals to Snuggles and he heads to the door. She's not giving this fox another opportunity to attack him.

She has nothing else to say; once Snuggles is safe, she walks out after him, never looking back.]

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