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Post by Byron Annatar on Sept 16, 2024 17:36:03 GMT -6
There was a chill to the wind, though it was a warm day. Willow had been keeping to the alleys, trying to avoid the streets. There was a tension in the air, the "otherworlder" issue weighing heavily on so many people. For one who stood out as much as Willow did, it was best to simply lay low. At least, that's what she told herself. Lopunnies were naturally cautious, almost fearful creatures. Willow tried to tell herself she was just being patient, that she was not taking unnecessary risks, but she couldn't help but be galled by this feeling of uncertainty.
As she came to the end of the alley, Willow peered out at the street. There were less people around than before, but still enough that she feared drawing attention to herself. After some consideration, Willow decided the risk was worth the potential reward, she'd gain nothing just lurking in the back-alleys of this one block... She stepped out onto the sidewalk, nervously fussing with the fur on one of her ears absentmindedly.
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Post by Marcus Wright on Sept 16, 2024 19:06:13 GMT -6
Marcus blinked, people tried to avoid the fact that he was an "outworlder" and he had just fallen out of a portal from a potential machine war apocalypse.
Marcus wasn't wearing his full-time Resistance jacket with his band. He was wearing his usual leather jacket with three bands on it and a red band. The man was in the middle of looking for something when a walking creature came near him near the back-alley even if it was intentional or not.
"What the heck are you supposed to be? A small terminator? A animatronic?" Heh..."
Marcus pulled out a flask, pouring the contents into his mouth. He hadn't drank since the war against Skynet.
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Post by Byron Annatar on Sept 16, 2024 19:32:29 GMT -6
Willow stopped, this was exactly what she had feared. She couldn't tell if this guy was local or not, something that she couldn't help but envy. She wagered that he might be from another world, like herself, due to his lack of immediate concern with her being there. Still, willow took a small step back.
"Lop?"
She uttered a small cry as she looked at the man. He had a hardness to him, something honed and masterfully crafted under that rough exterior. Even though he had regarded her somewhat casually, Willow couldn't help but feel intimidated. This wasn't a man to mess with.
"Lopunny..."
With a flick of her head, Willow stopped fidgeting with her ear and let it flop over her shoulder. She looked up at him, a bit wary but willing to see what he'd do next rather than just fleeing back into that alley.
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Post by Marcus Wright on Sept 16, 2024 19:41:33 GMT -6
Marcus blinked and bent down, even though he was a tough guy, didn't mean he didn't have some semblance of care for the creature.
"Uh, hey there, little creature."
"What's Lopunny mean? Are you trying to say something?"
Marcus dug in his coat for some light food "You like this?"
The last thing he ate was a dead coyote from the apocalypse. Sometimes a man's got to survive somehow.
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Post by Byron Annatar on Sept 16, 2024 20:29:43 GMT -6
Willow's whole body tensed as the man lowered down. She wanted to be ready, he could do anything, she waited, waited. He reached into his coat and pulled out some...
food?
"Ny? Punny?"
She made a few small squeaks, looking over at the old cut of meat offered to her. She gave it a few sniffs, then nibbled off a small chunk and chewed on it slowly. Willow was used to a vegetarian diet, lopunnies naturally being foragers, but she appreciated the small bite she'd taken of that meat. After a moment, Willow let herself relax.
"Lop! Lopunny."
She flipped one of her ears like a long lock of hair, her shoulders loosening up and her limbs hanging at her side a bit more casually.
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Post by Marcus Wright on Sept 18, 2024 9:21:44 GMT -6
Marcus nodded, "Are you alright?" Marcus may have been a tough guy, but he was also a secret lovebug.
He smiled lightly at the creature.
"What are you? I've never seen a creature that talks like this."
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Post by Byron Annatar on Sept 19, 2024 2:04:18 GMT -6
"Lopunny?"
Willow tilted her head to one side, tapping her chin in thought. It was a quirk she'd picked up from Eleanor. Suddenly, she let out an excited squeak, thinking of her owner had reminded her-
"Lo!"
Willow brushed her right ear back behind her, gently trailing her fingers along the green ribbon tied into a bow around the base of her ear. In black ink, at the end of the cloth strip, her name was written. "WILLOW" in bold letters. She had heard people speaking and seen the signs around the town, this world shared a language with her home. It was a shocking convenience, but one she wouldn't question.
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