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The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

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The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Fri May 05, 2017 2:01 am

In the summer of 1997, Edwin fell to the unimaginatively named "Big V" virus. This left a gap in Feila's economy from which it almost didn't recover. Entire export destinations disappeared overnight. Jobs vanished. Financial institutions teetered on bankruptcy. Riots ensued. The justice system was unprepared to handle the dramatic rise in crime. In 1998, to combat the crime epidemic and create jobs, the Domish government privatized the nation's law enforcement. With the exception of the Supreme Court, all lower courts, police forces, and even prisons were relegated to for-profit corporations, whose agents required payment upon completion of services. Schaad Detective Agency, formerly a small private security organization that employed no more than one (1) detective to be able to call itself that, quickly entered the private law enforcement pool. As it grew, it began to acquire smaller competitors, cornering more of the market. Soon it branched out into other acquisitions, including companies in the fields of computers, neuroscience, and bioengineering. In the summer of 1999, two years after the world economic crash, Schaad Dynamic Solutions, now ambiguously rechristened Soludyne, rolled out its newest weapon in the fight for peace: the X-100 Peacekeeping Officer. Normal furs were implanted with neural chips, effectively destroying the part of the brain linked to self-identity and will, allowing them to be controlled wirelessly by a single central computer network. These modifications were covered by a Kevlar helmet, designed to hide the upper face of the agent and the surgical modifications on them. Former police officers were given the option to volunteer for conversion to X-100 units, but many refused and resigned, forming their own underground splinter enforcement agencies. Soludyne then turned to death row, and then lifetime sentence inmates in its own prisons for a supply of free subjects. Citizens who can afford Soludyne's protection live in relative security, but also constant paranoia of those who cannot, in part due to Soludyne's advertising department. Those without the financial liquidity to call for help quickly learned to fend for themselves, and some of those turned to vigilantism--a crime under Soludyne's Terms of Contract with the Domish government.

_NOVEMBER 28, 1999 - PRESENT DAY___

At the North Galleria Mall, all age groups hung out, roaming through the pop cultural center from shop to shop under the neon haze set to a mashup of vapid muzak and electronic combat of the video arcade. Teenagers congregated with their peers, hoodlums practiced their skate tricks, adults brought their children for toys and rides and games, and the elderly exercised and watched people. Spike was sort of in-between; the grey, spotted hyena with the bleach-blonde mane like a mowhawk running from her forehead to the base of her neck, sauntered in like she owned the place, but nobody paid much attention. Her build was thick and meaty, not flabby, nor muscleheaded. Rather she was muscle with just enough padding to prevent her from being one of those scary bodybuilder womens, with a solidity like those 1-inch thick gym mats. You know the kind, the ones where if you land on one, you might not break anything, but it'll sure hurt afterward. Even so, though at 5'6" she was shorter than most of her more manly-sized sistren, she still managed to come off looking somewhat androgenous--just one facet of the hyena's curse. Blame it on her short legs, long arms, squat body, unremarkably small chest and bum, and sports-themed wardrobe. She planted herself on a bench and noshed on a medium pizza from Jerry & Sal's and a 48 oz cherry Icee. Beside the bench lay her duffel bag with a pair of rollerskates with radiation-teal wheels and matching helmet resting atop, emblazoned with the logo of the "Nuclear Knockouts," an Edwinish team now defunct.

Somehow, though, the mall's atmosphere didn't seem quite so free and easy as it had in Edwin before the fall. Heads were down, highschooler voices a little more hushed, as if they were meeting in secret. Hmph, she gruffed, annoyed at the cause of the diminished din. The North Galleria clearly had a contract with Soludyne. She bared her teeth and mentally gave the finger to two of the freaks in helmets and body armor patrolling the area. Used to be, mall cops were pushovers, not SWAT teams. But what was she to do about it?

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Post by Asyriel » Sun May 07, 2017 11:45 am

Malcom Thatcher definitely stood out amongst the crowd of the North Galleria Mall, though probably not for any of the reasons one would think. He was a serval, thin wiry build with long legs, and only standing about 5'8" tall. He wore a simple pair of jeans, a heavy metal band t-shirt, and a leather jacket. What made him stand out was the fact that he walked with his head held high, and seemingly oblivious to the patrolling guards.

He was so oblivious to them that he actually bumped into one of them, spilling some soda from a cup he was holding, and dropping a coin he had been rolling across the knuckles of his free hand in the process. "Oop, sorry gents." He said cheerfully, sidestepping out of the way. He bent over to pick up his coin just as one of them had swung at him. The swing went wide, and nearly slammed into the other guard. The guard that was nearly hit tried to move out of the way, but slipped in the puddle of spilled soda instead. That guard went down, sprawling out on his back, and knocking his companion over in the process.
"Oi, looks like the two of you are a bit indisposed, I'll just be on my way." Malcom said as he straightened to see the two guards on the floor. He quickly ducked into a nearby store. He came out a few minutes later after the guards had decided he wasn't worth the trouble. He looked around for a moment, and a certain logo caught his eye. He made his way in the direction of the hyena sitting on the bench near said logo, seemingly unphased by his brush with the guards.

"You a fan?" He asked, pointing at the logo. He wouldn't call himself a fan of the roller derby, more of a casual watcher. He did recognize the logo of the old Edwinish team, even if he didn't recognize the fact that the hyena had been a member of the team.

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Post by Miko » Wed May 10, 2017 11:58 am

"Thou shall not worry, dear daughter. We did not abandoned thee."

Kumiko woke up dizzy, curled up on the cold ground of a little room formed by grey panels. Beside her was some kind of white seat with water in it. She had a hard time to keep her eyes opened as a bright cold light was hurting her pupils. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and stood up, helping herself with the panel. It did not seem very solid, but it was enough to stand her little 63 kilograms. She grabbed her priest staff that was somehow gently lying next to her and got out of the room to discover their was other ones like it aligned along a wall, with what looked like washbasins on the other side. She decided to walk to the door of the room and opened it.

Immediately, she lowered her ears, feeling assaulted by the loudness of the maul. All the people in front of her were wearing weird clothes, with colours she has not ever seen. The word she could hear too had an accent unknown of her, when it was not the words themselves that were so. She remembered the last things that happened before she woke up here: some guards of the Chruch trying to hurt her brother, a fight starting between them, her trying to protect him, a vivid flash of light and then the cold ground. She sighed, adjusted her priestess' robe and decided to walk until she could find an answer.

But in fact, the red vixen was the one out of place. Her robe was made of very old domish patterns, that maybe some History and Arts student could recognize, especially the light purple edge of her clothing. It was the symbol of the religious hierarchy. A golden chest plate with mounted amethyst gems was holding a white cloak, leaving her shoulders naked though. The top of the robe was shaped like a corset, making her look like taller than her actual 5' 10". She was also wearing white gloves long enough to cover her arms, and she was wearing jewellery made from gold and amethysts on her neck and in her hair. She was wearing white boots with heels. Her staff had an intricate pattern graved on it, with a clear purple amethyst at the tip. It was as if one could see the stars in it. Finally, her robe was impregnated with the smell of a flower no longer existent, sweet and fresh.

When she got near Spike and Malcom, that she did not notice, a group of three furs in lack of lust whistled at her. A cat, a lion and an eagle, all the three looking very muscly as if they were training their body each morning to impress some people. But Kumiko was not the kind of person to be whistled at, and she stared at them with eyes looking like daggers. "Well, well... ain't she full of herself that little cunt... ?" Said the cat, laughing with his mates. With a few steps he stood right in front of her, the two others looking from their seats. The SWAT was not paying much attention for now. "Thou may leave me alone." She had a high-pitched voice, but the tone of it was imperious and sharp. "Oh right? And what ya gonna do?" His smile unveiled some sharp fangs, and his claws were ready to be drawn out.

Her eyes got to Spike and Malcom who were in front of her. Not that she was afraid, but she did not know what was in her right to do in this place. And she did not even know were she could go in case of trouble. She gazed back at the cat right in his eyes, who was a little taller than she was. "Just do as I told thee." The gem on her staff emitted a subtle flash of light.

(I hope I was clear enough, and I tried to show how lost she was. If there's anything to edit, please tell me :D)
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Post by Larcen » Wed May 10, 2017 9:32 pm

"SEARCHING...TARGET LOST. RECALCULATING THREAT URGENCY... ZERO-POINT-ZERO-ONE-THREE PERCENT. RESUME PATROL," the cyborgs monotoned in unison, as their SolNet central computer dictated. They then tromped off in search of further malefactors.

Spike had jumped up when the big-eared little cat had bumped into them. Surprise didn't quite describe what she felt at what had happened next. She sat back down, shaking her head when he approached. "Man, I thought for sure he was gonna like, get crowned the new mayor of Hurtsville," she muttered under her breath, "Lucky cat." But she smiled and scootched over, moving her pizza to the other side of the bench. Her ears perked at his question about fandom.

"You could kinda say that, y'know?" she replied with a wistful half-smile, resting her arm on the back of the bench. "Remember 'Tuffy?' The fat chick hyena who like, bleached her mane bright blonde?" She did a little bit of a hair-flip and grinned wide. Hint-hint. "Anyway that was like, pretty slick though, what you did with them techno-zombies. You totally got like, lucky, y'know?" Yes, Roberta Elaine "Spike" Lee had a sorta obnoxious way of talking that blended Western Edwin Valley Girl with Eastern Coast Greaser, into something that would give a language professor a nervous breakdown.

Her attention was drawn away, though, by the confused-looking vixen in the cloak. "Whoa. What, is like, the...y'know, Renaissance Faire in town?" She stared, perplexed at the unusually tall foxgirl. Aaaand here came a buncha meatheads in poofy weightlifter pants and sleeveless T-shirts to hassle her. That tore it. The hyena snarled, showing off her large, white teeth. Her mane stood on end. Reaching down into the bag, she fetched her wrist guards and slipped them on. No sense risking injury here. As the situation escalated, she regrettably didn't have time to gear-up further, and so stood up and stormed over to the bullies.

Now, before she had earned the nickname, Spike had been a bully herself, once. Therefore, she knew exactly how to treat them - no mercy. As she stomped up to them with a bloodlust grin on her muzzle, her mouth started going. "OK so like, whyn'chu punks pick on a girl who can like, give it right back to ya?" It was funny because with her build, wearing an Edwinish football jersey, blue jeans, and work boots, she didn't look very female. "Or did the, y'know, 'roids shrink 'em down there so you ain't got the stones--I mean pebbles for it? Huuuuh~?" Surely that would divert attention from the--for lack of a better comparison--damsel in distress.
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Post by Asyriel » Fri May 12, 2017 11:52 am

Malcom chuckled to himself as the hyena on the bench mentioned the notion of him being crowned the new mayor of Hurtsville. That quickly faded, and was replaced with a bit of a cringe at the lucky cat comment.

He paused and rubbed his chin when she asked if he remembered Tuffy. "Hmm...you do seem to be pulling it off." He replied, it was hard to tell if he actually recognized her, and was teasing or if he genuinely thought she was just that big a fan. He nodded as she mentioned his run in with the guards. "Well, I usually come out on top somehow." He replied with a dismissive shrug. He was about to ask something else when her attention was drawn away, and his followed.

He laughed at the Ren-Faire comment as he looked at the fox as well. "She seems like she got a little too far into character." He replied. He saw Spike's reaction to the situation unfolding in front of them, and recognized what was likely to come next. He followed her over to the source of the trouble, and what may very well be a fight in the near future. As Spike got the attention of the muscle heads, he slipped up next to the fox.

"Beg pardon m'lady." He said, giving the slightest bow. "It may be prudent to remove ourselves from the center of what may likely become some intense negotiations." He continued as he carefully took hold of her free hand, and gave her a gentle tug to get her to put enough distance between herself and the meatheads that Spike could do whatever she planned to do.

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Post by Miko » Fri May 12, 2017 12:35 pm

(As the three thugs are not important, you can do whatever you like of them)

Kumiko was ready to fight back. Stressed, lost, and afraid by all these loud sounds coming from some places she could not find, she was feeling on the verge of blasting everything with magic, or at least to try to do so. She softness of the polished amethyst on the ring she was wearing on her left paw gave her a little comfort, and kept her mind cooled enough to not do anything stupid. She did not see the hyena getting in-between, and was a surprised by this unexpected help. She as further surprised when she could not understand wholly what she -or he?- said right away, and that she had to think a little to translate it. Maybe it was because of accent, or what she seemed to be a bad enunciation to her, but she was feeling grateful nonetheless. The two other thugs came to the rescue, and started to show off their muscles.

Seeing the situation getting warm, she was about to ask the hyena if it was okay to leave them be and to ignore them but the serval that was speaking to him -or her, she could really not tell at the moment- got in too, and spoke to her with deference. His phrasing helped her understanding, as well as his choice of words. She nodded and took a few steps back, unsure about the outcome of this.

"Look at thou...", she thought. "Look at thou, ten minutes that thou are here, and thou are already bringing attention upon thee." The brutes rolled up their sleeves, preparing for a fight. "Wha' ya gonna do, huh? 'Gainst three of us?" blurted the eagle out. On his word, the lion and the cat jumped on Spike, all claws out, engaging it for good. Kumiko quivered, wondering if she should use magic or not. "Watch out!"

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Post by Larcen » Sun May 14, 2017 12:50 am

At the fox's warning, Spike looked over and winked reassuringly. She'd dealt with goons like this before. The trick was surprise. Seeing as how she didn't have her skates, she'd lost half that surprise, but hey she had plenty left.

"Like, what am I gonna do? Me?" she mocked, putting her paws on her hips. "Nothin'. You're gonna do most of the work for me, y'know?" The cat hissed and swiped, claws out. At the last second to keep them guessing, the hyena brought a forearm up, just before his claws took her face away. Thus the claws glanced harmlessly off the leather and high impact plastic. Spike used his momentum to seize the swinging arm with both paws, and continued around. Stupendous centrifugal force built as she swung him 'round in her own variant of an Irish Whip move, and she let go, sending the cat with his bulky inertia into a nearby blue ceramic tile fountain. SPLASH! Ouch, might have to replace one or two of those tiles.

"Cool your jets," the hyena quipped, having chosen that direction for the sole reason that cats hated water. But the battle was not yet won! Oh-oh. From behind, the eagle grabbed her 'round the shoulders and squeezed. Spike whooped in startlement, but knew what to do. Rather than struggle out of the grip, she let her legs go limp, ducking down and shoving her arms upward. In this manner she slipped free, lest he start to work with his talons, which were more a threat than the cat's claws. Spinning around, she entered a wrestling grapple with the bird, faces inches apart. He dug in with his talons and chuckled.

"Mm, you're kinda cute," Spike lied through her teeth. His eyebrow quirked just a fraction. Good, he would be susceptible. In the grunting and snarling, Spike suddenly bent her long neck forward and kissed him, right on the top of the beak. WHAT the...?!? He let go in shock and tried to wipe his beak off, but that was it. In the stagger, Spike went for the knees, taking them out from under him. He stumbled, and she grabbed the back of his head and shoulders for the body slam to the ground. An elbow drop between the shoulders and he was groaning on the faux stone tiles.

Okay, two down, one to go, and he was a doozy. Lion vs. Hyena, oldest rivalry in the book. "Say, ain't you kinda short?" he jabbed. Oh no. No he didn't.

"You are DEAD, HAIR BOY!" Spike fumed. Her muscles tensed and bulged for a second as her mane flared up like the hair on a Saiyan. Yes, she WAS short, in fact. But she knew better than to charge. Or did she? Nope, she was seeing red. Spike dashed forward, fist raised high, for a freight-train head punch. The lion laughed. He was ready for this. Quick punch to that round gut of hers and---wha? The hyena dropped and tucked her head at the last second, putting her shoulder into it to hit him like a linebacker. In the next instant, she came up, nearly lifting him off his feet and knocking him back against a support pole, his innards turned to aching gelatin. He dropped, a little more than surprised. Spike spun away and stood behind him, legs apart, paws clenched into fists.

"COME ON. GET UP!" she roared. He did, just to not be bested by a filthy hyena. But he was slow in getting fully upright. Spike grabbed him 'round the hips and, using all her strength--lions were heavy, especially when they lived at the gym--pulled him into a Gawainian Suplex. Cubs, don't try this at home. His mane cushioned the blow and probably kept his skull from cracking open, but the lion was clearly done for a while. Spike panted and shook off, her musculature pumped as if he herself had just finished a workout. She whooped in triumph, then stepped on the lion to get over him and to the serval and vixen.

"Like...that was fun... y'know?" she puffed, then turned to the vixen. "You ok, hon?"
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Post by Asyriel » Sun May 14, 2017 3:12 pm

Malcom was happy that the fox hadn't resisted his attempts to get her out of the way of the inevitable scuffle. As he was turning back toward Spike and the meat head trio, he heard the fox call out, as they pounced. He had thought to jump into the fray, but it quickly became obvious that the hyena had the situation under control.

He leaned against a nearby pillar to watch with an air of impressed satisfaction as the hyena proceeded to give the bullies a good ol' fashioned beat down. When it was done, he gave a small whistle of approval. "Well handled." He complimented before turning his attention back to the anachronistic fox that had been the center of the whole fiasco.

"Indeed, and praytell m'lady from where do you hail?" He asked, looking at Spike and shrugging, from what the fox had said earlier, he figured she was way too deep into character, and a little indulgence may or may not help."

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Post by Miko » Mon May 15, 2017 2:42 am

The show was terrifying for Kumiko. Highly impressive for sure, but also terrifying. She never witnessed so much violence before, and even when she stood in-between her brother and the knights, a magical fight was not unusual to her. This raw violence expressed through fists and claws, this was the kind of experience she never had before. And she couldn't help but watching, eyes wide opened, while the hyena took care of the bullies. But somehow, her moves almost looked like a dance to the high priestess. The way she bended her body to escape the hold or the way she spun to throw away the cat, this seemed choreographed to her eyes. When the three of them were down, she lowered her guard but kept her staff straight up. She did not know how to react to what happened really. So she bowed her head toward Spike in a deferential manner. "I am sorry I had thee fight." Then she turned at Malcom. "Also, I thank both of you for helping me, and I will find a way to repay you for this."

But then came the question she should have prepared for. Of course people would ask her where she comes from. A weird silence weighted on them for a few seconds as she was searching for an answer to give, looking everywhere around her as if she would find it in a commercial panel. And maybe it was a deed from Célèste, but one advertising had the name of her dear kingdom in it. It could not be a coincidence. "I hail from Domus, maybe ye know that land." She was not sure the kingdom was still one, so she decided to stay as vague as possible. "Ye may call me Caldin. What about you two?" She had an instant of hesitation before she added, "I am afraid I lost myself around here. Could ye maybe... pray-help me? Where are we?"

People were starting to look at them, some of them thinking about calling the police, but most of them more intrigued than scared.

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Post by Larcen » Mon May 15, 2017 11:36 pm

Stepping over--oh wait, on the lion to get to the serval and vixen, Spike shrugged and rubbed her shoulders. Darn them talons hurt. She hoped she didn't have to get a Band-Aid on them. Still, she congenially waved off the foxy apology. "Nawww, like, that wasn't nothin'. When they're that big, sure they could prolly like, tear me in half, but they're all power, no agility, y'know? Their muscles get in the way and they ain't got the finesse to be all that threatening, really. Besiiiides, they didn't have a clue about fighting anyway; them bulging biceps were just for showin' off to each other," she explained with that vicious, mischievous grin. "Shoulda seen me on my skates; then I really woulda had fun with 'em."

Still, though, it was clear that this chick was really into the whole medieval thing. Had she taken a hit to the head or something? "Uhhh...this IS Domus... you're kinda like, right in the middle of it?" Spike was flabbergasted. First she had thought this Caldin had wandered away from the faire; now she was worried there was a mental hospital missing a patient.

"Well like, hi, Caldin! My friends just call me 'Spike.' Anybody calls me 'Roberta' ends up flat on their tail, y'know? But like, tell ya what, Caldy, let's get outta here before the fuzz comes back, huh?" she suggested, nodding her head emphatically to the serval. "We'll take my car--uh, carriage?--and go someplace safe so we can try an' like, figure out how to get you home, 'k?" She quickly gave Malcom a heavy-brow stare that demanded obedience, "And you come with so you can tell me what she's talkin' about, eh Shakespeare?" Her expression hinted that his answer better be yes, or else one of them big ears of his was gonna get yanked out through the parking lot. Unlike herself, Malcom seemed to be able to speak Caldin's language. Spike had fallen asleep during literature class, and so Caldin's weird speech was hard to follow sometimes; ergo, she needed the slick kitty.
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Post by Asyriel » Tue May 16, 2017 1:21 pm

Malcom chuckled as Spike spoke of her secret to defeating the meat head trio. "I'm sure that would have been a show." He commented when Spike mentioned what would have happened had she been in her skates. He nodded when Spike clarified that they were in Domus. "Indeed, we are in Domus of the year 1999." He added. "Well met m'lady, my name is Malcom Thatcher." He replied with another slight bow when the fox introduced herself. "With formalities out of our way, I do believe that yon friend Spike has a superb idea. We attract unwanted attention, especially with a recent fight."

He looked back at Spike, and his ears flattened out a bit before he shrugged and resigned himself to following along and continuing to play the game. "Sure, why not. It isn't like I had anything else to do today, and please don't call me Shakespeare. I'd much rather be likened to Chaucer, but Malcom is preferred." He replied to Spike before returning his attention to Caldin. "Please come, lest the guards return to ask unwanted questions, or worse." He said, tilting his head in a motion that suggested Spike start leading the way.

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"Skates... what is that thing...?" she wondered. She was getting used to the way Spike was speaking grammar-wise, but she could not be close to any understanding of any modern words she was using. Listening to her explanation, Kumiko nodded, remembering her brother's martial training. Maybe it would be of use to her to learn how to fight, and this hyena could be a good teacher even though she did not want to have a body like hers. She also noticed her wound, which she would be able to heal easily if only magic was common around here. But this could also help her making them good allies.

Then, when Spike confirmed they were in Domus and when Malcom added that they were in the year 1999, she got flabbergasted and dropped her jaw. Around a millennium passed, and if she was supposing right... the Chruch of Céleste became a mall?! The sacred ground she was in charge of became a temple dedicated to money? Was it because of she got warped, or was she innocent in this? She needed to get some history books to know, but would she even be able to read this modern language? Her eyes came to Malcom, who could maybe help her through this. "Well... I am not used to be called this way but ye can call me Caldy. This is... how thou sayest... cute?" She laughed a little, being cute herself. She was told once that her smile was giving the will to cuddle her like a teddy, that she was like the sunshine.

As suggested, they moved to Spike's car, Kumiko following them very close so she would not get lost. "So... Spike and Thatcher? It is a pleasure to meet you." She looked again at Malcom. "And... is it too much to ask thee to pray-explain me later what are..." She started to count on her fingers while making the list of the things she did not understand. "Skates, car... hum... a Shakespeare, a Cha... Chauncer? A prolly too?". They got in the car after Spike opened it. It looked like a carriage as the hyena said, but only in the theory. Also, a smell she could not identify was floating in the air, as she did not know plastic, gas, cigarettes or air care scents. Kumiko first thought the vehicle would move thanks to magic, but then she remembered it was not in use anymore in this Domus. And thinking of which, she finally decided to show a little of this to them. She waited Spike to close the doors -she never close a door herself back then, so it was not natural for her to do so now- and to sit at the driver's seat. "Spike? May I ask thee not to move for a while?" She laid her hands on Spike's shoulders, right above her wounds, and focused for a second. Her shoulders got bathed in a dim light, spreading warmth through her whole body. Instantly, the wounds vanished, leaving the blood stains on her clothes as the one clue she got hurt. "Doest thou feel better now?" she said, smiling gently and kindly.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Larcen » Wed May 17, 2017 9:57 pm

"Ok, Malcom," Spike acknowledged with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She was SO close to calling him Chaucer, whatever that meant. Anyway, since they both agreed to come along, she snatched up her bag and made her way to the parking lot. "Oh like, sure, Caldy..." she answered to the question about mundane items. Huh. This chick was making her worried; it wasn't the obnoxious "pray, what is THAT?" kind of questioning the real Renn Faire folks did when you asked where the ATM was. This sounded genuine. Okay, play along with the crazy; that's what you were supposed to do, right?

They emerged into the parking lot, and Spike unlocked her car, an old Subaru Brat. The question most people had was whether it was a car or a truck, but Spike started with the basics. "This is a car, Caldy. Car. It's like a carriage, see? Except instead of like, a horse or whatever, it has a...uh...engine? Horseless carriage they used to call them? Hrmph. My husband could explain how it works better; he's better with this stuff, so we'll wait 'til we get to my place, y'know?" Her beau was more of the theatrical type. Eh she would pigeonhole it for later.

Now the other trouble with a Brat, besides its identity crisis, was that it only sat two inside. However, in order to get past restrictive Edwinish trade laws regarding the import of trucks, Yamahan engineers had installed two rear-facing jump seats at the front of the bed, with seat belts and handlebars to hold onto. That allowed it to be imported as a "passenger car"... somehow. "Um, Malcom, hon? You're gonna hafta like... ride in the back. Sorry! Just hold on tight, 'k? I'll drive easy."

Once she had secured the fox and buckled her in, Spike headtilted. "Like, huh? Whatchu...WOOP!" Okay, bright lights. Tingly feeling, really warm. Her shoulders felt suddenly better, the throbbing gone. Now another trouble arose. What had she just let into her car?! The only magic she knew of was the kind her husband explained to death whenever it was on TV. Spike sat frozen, eyes wide and staring at the vixen. Thanks were probably in order, so the hyena opened her mouth and said, "GUHH?!"
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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Asyriel » Sat May 20, 2017 11:15 am

"Thank you." Malcom replied when Spike agreed not to call him Shakespeare anymore. He followed Spike and Caldy out of the mall, and into the parking lot. "You can call me Malcom too if you like" He told Caldy as they walked.

"Well, that is a car...or close enough at least." He commented as they arrived at Spike's vehicle. "It is a modern conveyance that operates by harnessing chemical, and thermal energy into mechanical energy. It's a large machine that replaced horses not quite a hundred years ago. Shakespeare, and Chaucer were Edwinish writers from a long time ago, and skates, well, maybe you should have spike show you some.

He nodded as Spike asked him to ride in the back. "Wouldn't be the worst way vehicle I've ridden in." He replied as he hopped into the bed of the vehicle, and sat down in one of the jump seats. He buckled himself in, and waited patiently for them to head out. His seat of course didn't allow him to see what was going on inside the vehicle so he sat blissfully oblivious to Caldy's use of magic on Spike in the cab.

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Re: The Subfursives (1980s Sci-Fi Non-Canon)

Post by Miko » Sat May 27, 2017 4:25 pm

The priestess moved back her head, not knowing how to understand Spike's reaction. So she crossed her paws on her knees and looked shyly at them. "That is why I looked lost. I do not know how it... it would be accepted around here and... maybe I should have..." she said, her voice jammed by her emotions. She really thought Spike would jump out of happiness, thank her as if she was accepting it as a simple fact. But no, of course it would not be so. This was something too big to accept right away, and she should have expected that. "I am sorry. I should have stayed away from you."

Remembering how they opened the doors, and guessing that it would be in a similar manner than in a carriage of her time, she unlocked the seat belt -the big red "unlock" graving on the button helped a lot- and pulled the door's handle to jump out of the car. Holding her staff tightly in her left hand, she ran away quite fast despite her outfit, going wherever her intuition would lead her. Unfortunately, it lead her in front of a big green SUV going faster than it should in a car park. Kumiko shrieked out of fear, closed her eyes and miraculously teleported herself ten feet closer to Spike and Malcom in a halo of light. The SUV, trying to avoid her, crashed into another car parked close by. Things were getting messy, and she got a little paralyzed, unsure about the outcome of any of her action.

(I didn't know how I wanted her to react, which is why it took me time to reply. Sorry ^^")

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