#{startingovertime}

There was a strange sort of fox, or was he a dog? The way that he looked would speak of a vulpine at least. He was sitting on a bike close to a school district of some sort. Honestly he had stopped there because it seemed vacant enough that he could have a drink in peace and quiet.

He was wearing his riding leathers, the leathers seemed to be especially reinforced and well made. It was the sort of garment you knew you’d want when riding the open road on a bike.

The strange fox in of himself was strange. The helmet was off, so one could see the red thin fur, the eyes that seemed to hold the colors of lit embers, and the rings that adorned his forehead and ears. Quite clearly he was an outsider from the usual flock of birds that congretated here. He also looked to be in his early 20′s to late teens. At least 19 if there was a guess.

He splashed some water onto his face from his water bottle and gave a grunt as he sat there. Just enjoying his little time before he headed back out to the road to explore the city more. The bike he rode in allowed him to pull all sorts of stunts that allowed exploration at his pace, and really that was how he preferred it.

Though, he didn’t expect someone to honestly stare so much.

After nearly twenty-four hours awake, Louis turned regrettably philosophical. It was only early evening, but he had surpassed “tired” into an alternate mental state completely, which was the only way he could justify the rather self-incriminating words that had just come out of his mouth.

His prosthetic felt weighty beneath his knee, and he thought of the bottled lion hair on the shelf back in his room. Thought of the danger Legoshi had been in, would be in. Thought of his father.

Zhean hates partner work. He always struggled in it, between his tiger need to be solitary and his lion need for groups. What was even worse was that the project he was made to work on was for an art class. The students were paired with one another and told to make a piece of art using their partner as a model. While he excelled in the arts, Zhean preferred to do it himself. It certainly didn’t help that he was unsure of his partner. A kangaroo perhaps?

Just where had they wound up...? The people inhabiting this world reminded them of their family in appearance. So when they wound up in the black market and saw the ‘products’ their stomach churned.

Citrine clamped a hand over their mouth, trembling a little bit. They had arrived in this world so close to the black market, they weren’t sure where they should go to get away from this place. The stench of blood was invading their senses, making their stomach churn even more.

Starter for @startingovertime

Aestas was at a planet she didn’t utterly recognize. She had been on many human planets before, but this one seemed to be, well. Mostly empty for one thing.

She checked over her gear, looking at her pistol, which she had carried for a while now. It was a custom made one which fit her needs more and which handled her abilities more. The gun itself had a biometric scanner that had it so that it was keyed to her DNA, that way no one would be able to shoot it at her, a paranoid precaution that her father had made, and for good reason.

She checked over her armor, it was light, but comfortable and durable for most cases, and it had a few of the necessities. A O2 unit that could hold up to 30 minutes of air inside as a precaution, with a mask set on where she could reach. Pockets for ammo and other necessities, among that she also had a satchel over her side with a clear red cross. The unified identification of a medic or doctor. She was in a sense a doctor, but she was more of an alchemist, but she had passed her PhD so she was at least certified.

Last but not least, an important part of your every day space fairing adventures, a pair of digital binoculars. Able to see in ways that the naked eye couldn’t see.

The frosty leafon had come to this planet because of a strange signal she had found on her ship. Her A.I had called her attention to it, asking if they should investigate. She had wanted to say no, since the planet was supposed to be barren. But something was odd about it. So she had landed. Her ship was some miles away, she had walked from the rest of the way to here, to this lonely spot.

The spot she was in? Well, it wasn’t one thing, a five star hotel.

A gaping chasm of what used to be a military warehouse loomed overhead. She had been staring at the entrance for a while now, a creeping feeling going up her spine. The structure was perhaps 15 or so feet high, the metal old and rusted through, with what she could only surmise were supposed to be old, but at the time, state of the art military humvees.

The place was slightly chilly, though that didn’t bother her, but what did bother her, was the state of emptiness this place had. It felt like this place was supposed to be bustling with life, bustling with activity. But was for all purposes, left here. Like the residents and soldiers that had been here had left in a great big hurry.

She knew she should go inside, investigate. But she wasn’t really enthused. She was going solo, no backup on the way, only armed with a pistol that could admittedly be cranked into stupidly high power levels, but was advised not too. She also had her magic and maybe a few explosives if necessary, so she wasn’t unarmed. But she felt like she was going into this without any real armaments. It was a creeping feeling she didn’t like.

Running up next to the wolf, she slung an arm around his shoulder. In a loud voice, she greeted the other. “Ōkami-kun, you still have ketchup all over your face from lunch! You should really clean that off, here.” Roxanne extended a fistful of Napkins. It was ketchup, but the looks he was getting for the dried red on the underside of his maw well... some animals didn’t bother using their senses, they just jumped to conclusions. She didn’t know this wolf at all, he seemed a little oblivious of the dirty and fearful looks he was getting, off in his own world or something. Still, she wasn’t about to let this guy get jumped by a pack of herbivores, or leave him to deal with an encounter with the authorities. Leaning in closer, she whispered now.