The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Crumlark]

The makeshift refugee camp was buzzing with activity. Already the place had attracted several volunteer workers looking to earn some food, and it proved to make for a safe haven from the wild animals and foreign soldiers wandering around. A conversation took place outside, between a vaguely accented woman and one of the Reilish soldiers. It seemed a Knight of Pravyet had made her presence known in the area, expressedly for helping out around the camp and securing further protection. The conversation concluded, and some hoofed-steps were heard outside of the tent.

Sa'ach was a bit of an anti-socialite, keeping to her own dark corners. Here, she really felt out of her element. There was no black market here, no organization. Just survivors, like the kid she's been hauling along.
And now, there was a newcomer, who obviously didn't need help. In fact, she was some military religious figure. Those sort never really got along with people like her.

[Torrocca]

Torr walks into the Wallaby, cradling a little puppy in his arms and stroking its back delicately.

"Oh no, I'm allergic to cute..."

The puppy squirms a bit in Torr's arms and makes cute little puppy noises.

[Arcturus Novus]

"Oh no, I'm allergic to cute..."

The puppy squirms a bit in Torr's arms and makes cute little puppy noises.

Ven becomes a living emoji.

[Torrocca]

The puppy squirms a bit in Torr's arms and makes cute little puppy noises.

Ven becomes a living emoji.

Torr kind of sort of maybe takes the puppy away from Ven, due to his perpetual fear of emojis.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The makeshift refugee camp was buzzing with activity. Already the place had attracted several volunteer workers looking to earn some food, and it proved to make for a safe haven from the wild animals and foreign soldiers wandering around. A conversation took place outside, between a vaguely accented woman and one of the Reilish soldiers. It seemed a Knight of Pravyet had made her presence known in the area, expressedly for helping out around the camp and securing further protection. The conversation concluded, and some hoofed-steps were heard outside of the tent.

Sa'ach was a bit of an anti-socialite, keeping to her own dark corners. Here, she really felt out of her element. There was no black market here, no organization. Just survivors, like the kid she's been hauling along.
And now, there was a newcomer, who obviously didn't need help. In fact, she was some military religious figure. Those sort never really got along with people like her.

The 'knight' figured directly running up to her target would be a poor choice. And a blatantly obvious bad move. She could probably just bust in, shoot her, and take the kid, but that wasn't how she liked to work... That was more Caza's method. She'd try to befriend her before luring her into an ambush.

Actually, that wasn't much better come to think of it.

[Arcturus Novus]

Ven becomes a living emoji.

Torr kind of sort of maybe takes the puppy away from Ven, due to his perpetual fear of emojis.

Torr should realize that it was a figure of speech. C'mon.

[Torrocca]

Torr kind of sort of maybe takes the puppy away from Ven, due to his perpetual fear of emojis.

Torr should realize that it was a figure of speech. C'mon.

Torr is a very broken man.

[Arcturus Novus]

Torr should realize that it was a figure of speech. C'mon.

Torr is a very broken man.

(oh)

[Ava Ire]

Torr walks into the Wallaby, cradling a little puppy in his arms and stroking its back delicately.

Ira stares at the puppy. Her face drains of color.
"Is th-th-that a d-d-d-dog?!"

[Arcturus Novus]

Torr walks into the Wallaby, cradling a little puppy in his arms and stroking its back delicately.

Ira stares at the puppy. Her face drains of color.
"Is th-th-that a d-d-d-dog?!"

"How are you scared of dogs? Look at it! It's just adorable~"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Arkadacia in a nutshell)

Cerril sits on the couch and sighs. "I hope a year's passed when we get home. I want to play Fallout 4..."

Saren sits next to the fireplace with Imi, the two enjoying a sub sandwich together.

[Torrocca]

Torr walks into the Wallaby, cradling a little puppy in his arms and stroking its back delicately.

Ira stares at the puppy. Her face drains of color.
"Is th-th-that a d-d-d-dog?!"

"Uhm... not necessarily? It's a wolf pup. Y'know, the symbol of my family."

[Ava Ire]

Ira stares at the puppy. Her face drains of color.
"Is th-th-that a d-d-d-dog?!"

"How are you scared of dogs? Look at it! It's just adorable~"

"N-no it's not! That thing is gonna grow up to be a monster!

[Torrocca]

"How are you scared of dogs? Look at it! It's just adorable~"

"N-no it's not! That thing is gonna grow up to be a monster!

"But... it won't. Are... are you okay?"

[Arcturus Novus]

Ira stares at the puppy. Her face drains of color.
"Is th-th-that a d-d-d-dog?!"

"Uhm... not necessarily? It's a wolf pup. Y'know, the symbol of my family."

"...I want to pet it."

[Torrocca]

"Uhm... not necessarily? It's a wolf pup. Y'know, the symbol of my family."

"...I want to pet it."

It does a little puppy howl, and Torr simply shrugs. "Go ahead."

[Arcturus Novus]

"...I want to pet it."

It does a little puppy howl, and Torr simply shrugs. "Go ahead."

Ven happily and gently pets the wolf, beaming the whole time. "Aww, I remember the wolves my family raised... of course, they were raised as vicious attack animals to guard the orchard, but still."

[Ava Ire]

"N-no it's not! That thing is gonna grow up to be a monster!

"But... it won't. Are... are you okay?"

Ira began to tremble.
"No! I'm afraid of dogs!"

[Crumlark]

The 'knight' figured directly running up to her target would be a poor choice. And a blatantly obvious bad move. She could probably just bust in, shoot her, and take the kid, but that wasn't how she liked to work... That was more Caza's method. She'd try to befriend her before luring her into an ambush.

Actually, that wasn't much better come to think of it.

Her target wasn't immediately apparent. Finding one scraggly, painfully thin Reil among a camp of scraggly, painfully thin Reils isn't the simplest job.

[Torrocca]

It does a little puppy howl, and Torr simply shrugs. "Go ahead."

Ven happily and gently pets the wolf, beaming the whole time. "Aww, I remember the wolves my family raised... of course, they were raised as vicious attack animals to guard the orchard, but still."

"Hmm... sounds fun. This little guy's gonna grow up big and strong and do awesome wolf things with me."

[Torrocca]

"But... it won't. Are... are you okay?"

Ira began to tremble.
"No! I'm afraid of dogs!"

"... But why?"

[Arcturus Novus]

Ven happily and gently pets the wolf, beaming the whole time. "Aww, I remember the wolves my family raised... of course, they were raised as vicious attack animals to guard the orchard, but still."

"Hmm... sounds fun. This little guy's gonna grow up big and strong and do awesome wolf things with me."

"I hope you two have fun." Ven's hand drifts to his pocket. "Hey, has anyone seen Richard around?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The 'knight' figured directly running up to her target would be a poor choice. And a blatantly obvious bad move. She could probably just bust in, shoot her, and take the kid, but that wasn't how she liked to work... That was more Caza's method. She'd try to befriend her before luring her into an ambush.

Actually, that wasn't much better come to think of it.

Her target wasn't immediately apparent. Finding one scraggly, painfully thin Reil among a camp of scraggly, painfully thin Reils isn't the simplest job.

One that you have a description of in a camp primarily full of males, however, is. Nyreen placed herself at a worn-down picnic table, and pulled an egg sandwich out of her satchel. She was dressed in a white robe with the image of a torc on the front of it. Combined with the cleaned brown hair and cream-colored fur, she was the typical Pravyetian. Just needed a boat and a bag of money.

[Crumlark]

One that you have a description of in a camp primarily full of males, however, is. Nyreen placed herself at a worn-down picnic table, and pulled an egg sandwich out of her satchel. She was dressed in a white robe with the image of a torc on the front of it. Combined with the cleaned brown hair and cream-colored fur, she was the typical Pravyetian. Just needed a boat and a bag of money.

And yet, she was still not excessively effeminate. Little more than jaw width and facial features set her apart, and she took care to avoid being seen standing out. To the world, she was Reil, alive, and not much else.
Sa'ach, having given a few days for her leg to heal, began preparing her next step of the plan- to leave the camp unnoticed, and thus lose her pursuers for a couple years while they figure out which caravan she snuck onto.

[Torrocca]

"Hmm... sounds fun. This little guy's gonna grow up big and strong and do awesome wolf things with me."

"I hope you two have fun." Ven's hand drifts to his pocket. "Hey, has anyone seen Richard around?"

"Nope, haven't seen any Richard around," Torr says, resuming his petting of the wolf pup, which cutely whimpers in response.