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tabularasa_rp2020-09-06 05:15 pm
pinwheels) wrote in tabularasa_rp2020-09-06 05:15 pm
[open] I don't plan on breaking down
Who: Rinoa Heartilly + you?
What: catch-all for September!
Where: different places around the Void
When: during September, or the equivalent thereof
Content Warnings: n/a! will update if anything comes up
I β Old Friends and New (Mortis Lake)
II β Furniture Shopping (Takoba Beach)
III β Relaxation (Bathhouse)
IV β Wildcard
What: catch-all for September!
Where: different places around the Void
When: during September, or the equivalent thereof
Content Warnings: n/a! will update if anything comes up
I β Old Friends and New (Mortis Lake)
[ Whether it's because he's apparently part one of those PokΓ©mon things or for some other reason entirely, Felix seems to be quite trainable. Scraps and barbecued meat from the cavern market and promises of affectionate pats and praise seem to be all he needs to keep him going. In that regard, he reminds her a lot of Angelo, even if he seems to be more cat than dog in a lot of ways. He's learned to fetch already, and today she's among the purple trees and foliage of the forest, teaching him to answer to her whistle. He likes to explore, after all, and Rinoa wants to make sure that he'll come back to her when she calls for him.
He's been gone for three minutes, so it's the perfect time to call him back, she thinks. The pointer finger and thumb of her right hand tuck between her lips, her left hand extended with a chunk of the meat. When she whistles though, there's not one shape but two - Felix's small form comes into view from behind the trees just before a dark brown blur overtakes him, crashing straight into Rinoa's solar plexus and sending her sprawling to the ground.
An alarmed, angry squawk from Felix is followed by... a bark.
The feel of a wet nose pressing against her skin.
A heavy, familiar weight against her.
Dazed as she is from the fall, Rinoa manages to sit up, looking at the dog now in her lap. ]
Angelo?
[ Another bark, and just like that she's laughing and crying at the same time, hugging the newcomer close to her, burying her face in her fur. It's not until Felix makes another sound, a gently confused chirp, that she looks up, smiling even as her tears stream down her face. ]
I'm sorry, Felix. We probably scared you, huh?
[ She reaches out to pull her newer friend in, too. Anyone who comes across her for however long will find her like this, both animals in her lap as they sniff each other out, greeting each other cautiously as she showers each of them with love and affection. ]
II β Furniture Shopping (Takoba Beach)
[ She's not sure when it happened exactly, but for a little while now, any trips she's taken to the beach have resulted in her finding more and more stuff for the humble apartment she's taken to calling home in the extended absence of the real thing. So far, she's managed to find a nightstand and a lamp that doesn't do a whole lot more than sit on top of it and look pretty, along with a small coffee table that would pair incredibly well with the sofa sitting in front of her right now. It's a little dirty from the sand, and still waterlogged, but it's otherwise in great shape.
The main problem? By herself, she has almost no chance at all of lifting it. Angelo and Felix are both eager to help, but there's really nothing that they can do either, and so it's with a resigned sigh that the young woman decides to wait for someone to come along and give her a hand.
Anyone who comes across her here will find her sitting on the couch with two animals curled at her feet, a book in her hand as she tries to make sense of its entirely nonsensical text. She'll look up at the approach, a hopeful smile on her lips. ]
Hi! Do you think you could help me out?
III β Relaxation (Bathhouse)
[ Rinoa's been meaning to visit the bathhouse since she first learned of its existence in the cavernous Wall Market, but... well, it's not that she hasn't had time - it feels like here she has nothing but, despite its strange lack of existence (or maybe because of its lack of existence) - it's more that it's been lower on the priority list than... well, than a lot of things, really.
But now that Angelo is here, it's like something has settled in her mind. Squall isn't here, but that doesn't mean he won't show up, the same way she has, the same way Angelo has, the same way all her new friends have from their own worlds. He's not here, but she's not alone, either.
She wasn't before; it just took this long for her to realize it. To accept that she's stronger than she's given herself credit for, before.
And if that's not the kind of thing that deserves a nice, hot, relaxing bath? Then nothing is!
It's with a contented sigh that the young woman slips into the water, eyes closing as she immediately feels her muscles relaxing under its warmth. ]
Mm, I should've done this sooner...
[ Perhaps you're someone coming along for a bath of your own, or perhaps the distortions in the air carry the sound of her voice directly to your ears as she contentedly hums a song to herself. Either way, she has no intention of leaving the area for quite a while! ]
IV β Wildcard
( something else in mind? hit her with something random, or hit me up if you want to request something specific! β₯ )
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There are difficulties, alright, but before what seems like too long at all - or maybe it feels like an eternity, Rinoa can never tell with this place - they're in her apartment, putting the still largely-waterlogged couch on the floor against the wall. With a nod and a smile, she looks back across at the Professor.
"It looks really good! Now I'll just have to work to try and make sure that I don't get any mildew!"
Cloths, and trying to squeeze some of the extra water out, and... well, stuff like that. She'll figure it out as she goes.
"But you wanted to know about Angelo, right? Do you have any questions, or...?"
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"Can you tell me what you know about her species? We don't have creatures like this in my world. And, if it's alright with you two, I'd like to give her a bit of an examination." Yes, both of them; Angelo has to agree to it too. He pulls out something that looks like an especially thick ballpoint pen, but when he takes off the cap... ah, it's a flashlight.
"Nothing invasive, nothing that would hurt her. Just a look and a listen."
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"Angelo's a dog. They're kind of like the pet version of wolves, like how cats are the pet versions of, you know, lions and stuff. They're loyal and playful, and some of them - like Angelo - are really smart. They have wet noses, and they wag their tails when they're happy..."
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"I'm afraid I don't know what any of those, are, either." But he can get something of a gist -- so they're domesticated, and use their tails for communication?
"Sorry, sweetheart. I know it can't be fun getting a light in your eyes like that." This at Angelo, then back up to Rinoa: "Normally I use special eyedrops to keep their eyes dilated so I can look inside, but her pupillary light reflex is working, at least."
Then back to Angelo again: "I'm going to look in your ears next, okay?"
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"Cats are like... I think the creatures like Felix are half-cat." (Well, maybe not half. They're also part bunny, and part bird too.) She crouches down to run her fingers through the feathers on top of the creature's head. "His body looks kind of like a cat's body, anyway."
She has no idea what a pupillary light reflex is, but she nods anyway, still idly patting the other animal. And when Angelo barks in reply to the Professor, she smiles.
"She likes you, so I'm sure it's okay."
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"I wonder, can you draw at all, Rinoa? Maybe you could show me what these creatures look like that way." Onto the other ear, giving Angelo a pat as he switches sides. He's not expecting anything photorealistic, but he figures it'll be enough to give him an idea.
"She's a good girl. Very well-behaved." Then, to Angelo: "Can you open your mouth for me, sweetheart? I'd like to take a look inside."
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"I thought some kid made it. The paint job sucks, too."
"It's one of the... ugliest things I've seen in my life."
Not to mention that Squall looked like he totally agreed...
Her lips purse, a stubbornness in the knit of her brows. "I can draw okay."
She might be a little too distracted to accept the compliment on Angelo's behalf, but the dog does well enough herself, opening her mouth obediently, and giving the professor a few wags of her tail for good measure.
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"What beautiful fangs you have," he comments, then beckons Rinoa with his free hand. "You see those spiky teeth in the back? Those are called 'carnassials'. They're specially adapted for cutting meat." After giving her a chance to look, he pulls his hand and light back and gestures to Angelo, letting her know she can close her mouth now.
"Judging by her teeth and eyes, I'd guess she's a predatory animal?"
((Was looking up if dogs have uvulas for this thread... apparently only human and baboons have them (and baboon uvulas are underdeveloped compared to ours) :O neat stuff))
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With that said, she follows when beckoned, eyes alight with curiosity as she takes note of the aforementioned teeth. She's never really taken the time to investigate Angelo's mouth before, so it's interesting to see.
She nods in response to the next question. "Remember how I mentioned wolves? Wolves are predators, and dogs are like... their domestic cousins, I guess? If she was in the wild, she'd hunt for her food."
[ huh, that's interesting! it's probably linked to the lingual bone and stuff... ]
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"Can you roll over, sweetheart? Show me your tummy?" He's finished the looking part, capping the flashlight and putting it back in his pocket. Now it's time to listen.