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He looked to the others to see what they would say or do. He was just a crazy cat, after all - this affected them more than him.
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Tango shook her head. This creatures were proving very annoying. "Fine, we will go with you to the toy store." What a poor Alpha, to be led by subordinates. They could slip out the back maybe, if the upright one was distracted by the foxes. Maybe she could get Cleo to distract them on one side of the store and sneak out the others out the other end of the store. Or find a way to take the weapons away from the creature before anyone got shot. Or the human got registered.
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Cleo thought taking the other fennecs to the toy store was a fabulous idea. Divide and conquer. That's what predators did. Single out one from the herd. Or at least, that's how it worked on the Discovery Channel. "Alright, come on then," she said as she started walking toward the toy store.
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You wander a few blocks to... well, it's not quite a toy store. This would appear to be a Pet Store. It's quite vacant, and vandalized to boot("TWO LEGS GOOD, FOUR LEGS BETTER", the spraypaint claims).
The little foxes dash off towards the place, though they have to fight and shove mightily to get the door open. Automatic doors without power are cruel to little foxes. Still, the lights are somewhat on, so it's probably just the door that's broken. The prowler fox looks at you with a face that has seen too much. One day he will be a respected member of the insurgence. For now... fox-sitting. There is a horrible fennec cry of despair from within the store, though upon closer examination, they seem to be more dismayed at the state of the place than anything. Such fond memories of a happy place, dashed and ruined. There aren't even the guinea pigs in their cages to look at anymore. So sad. Oh well, they'll find the toys. Just you wait. "Hey boss, there's a spaceship in here!" "That's nice." "No no, it's real! It's glowing and everything!" "I wanna be the pilot!" "Can you even reach the controls?" "Boost me, boost me!" "Um, I... what?" The bipedal fox is just as confused as you are. Clearly they found... something. Though what it is is highly up for debate. They thought the pet store was a toy store, after all.
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Tango whined softly at the smell of the pet store, pawing at her nose as she looked around. This was not filled with toys like she had imagined when the foxes were talking. She imagined that it still smelled like sadness and stale urine, along with unchanged wood chips. Wondering what had happened in here when the puppies and small animals that such things she could still smell did when intelligence was gifted to animals, she could feel her tail droop as she wondered whether she would find humans in the small cages. Alpha did not like such places, her small pack had told her, but until now she did not understand why.
Perking her ears up at the noise, Tango went to investigate what a 'spaceship' was and why it might be glowing. Was it on fire?
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Tango: Well, it's not a bad place. Wasn't. Had the potential to be good but now is wrecked. Seems the insurgence lashed out strongly against such places, even if this is more of a pet supply store rather than an actual pet store. They still have the little rodent section, mind you, but that's about it.
It's seen better days. The lights are only on in part of the store, giving a nice shadowy atmosphere. Several of the aisle shelves have been toppled over, and there's a general sense of debris. Still, this doesn't stop the fennecs, who are busy gallivanting about. Two of them are congregated around... what is that? Looks like a metallic egg, though covered in purple futuristic lighting and placed lovingly in a small(2.5 foot deep) impact crater in the ground. This is despite the ceiling being completely untouched, so you're not sure exactly WHERE it impacted from. The two kits have managed to open a little Delorean-style wing door on the thing, and are prancing about hopefully, wondering if it's safe to go inside. Your examination is mildly interrupted by the sound of wheels squeaking over tile. One of the foxes has found a mini-cart, and has already loaded it with a bag of doggy treats. She looks pleased with herself, though you seriously doubt she has the strength to take more than one or two bags, even with the aid of the cart. She continues on her shopping tour regardless.
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Ipkis followed along, pondering what the others would do about their technical chaperone. The spraypaint effect was amusing, but he had to wonder: didn't that mean the tagger was on two legs as well, to have done it in the first place?
Once they were inside and investigating the 'space ship', he hopped up onto one of the higher shelves for a better vantage point, having a seat.. "Well, there's something you don't see every day." Came the conversational tone.
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Tango looked a the silver egg uncomprehendingly. "What is that?" she asked. It did not look like any ride for a dog and the Druid did not want to meet the bird that laid such a thing. Moving over to the two Fennecs, she crouched down to peer inside, nose twitching and her tail going down in low arcs. Please don't eat the nice doggie.
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Cleo wasn't quite sure what her next move was supposed to be. She had briefly browsed the collars and leashes and picked out one that she thought was
![]() As the little ones ran off to the 'space ship', she was struck with two ideas. If it was a space ship (like that one on that show that Dad watched...) then it would be better if her pack got it. But if it wasn't a space ship, it might be a great place to lock the bad guys in so her pack could get away. Besides, she still wanted to know about that crying she had heard. She approached the crater to where the fennecs were arguing and took a peek inside the odd door. |
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Tango looked up as Cleo approached, her tail wagging a bit faster and more normally as she greeted Cleo with some relief in her doggy eyes. Her packmate was here, and maybe she could shed some light on this. "Do you know what this is, Cleo?" She asked, backing up so Cleo could look inside. Looking up and back at the cat, she cocked her head. She doubted the cat would know what this was either, but his tone said he might have been expecting a response. Who knew with cats. They were the most aloof creatures on the planet, but Goliath said some of them liked to snuggle, so some of them were social. Plus Ipkis was following them.
"No, I don't see something like this every day." She responded politely to the doom kitty. "I am wondering how it got here in this hole without any sort of animal around to do digging like this. Two leggers use machines to dig, but I do not see them either."
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Cleo quirked her head to the side in thought. "Not sure, Tango. Sometimes when something heavy falls it can do this digging thing. Like when a nut falls from a tree into loose dirt. It makes a dent like this. If this is a spaceship, it probably fell awful far." She turned to the two arguing little ones and said, "If you're not going in, then I am."
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It seemed like her worry was for nothing. The others felt it was worth the while to follow the new stranger rather than attack him, so Liz followed suit keeping her curious distance. Upon entering the Pet Store she decided to roam around.
The talk about spaceships should have grabbed her attention, but she either cast is aside as imaginative child's play or or just didn't hear them. Her focus was jarred when her stomach gave a protest, and she happened to her about a conversation about a nut. Immediately she ran towards where the others were. "Did someone say something about a nut?" She said as she looked from one to the other. Then she saw the metallic acorn/egg thing. |
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