The Longtail and Short of it - RPLOG
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Date
25/8/477
Log
Fenris is pacing back and forth on a wooden bench in the lovely summer gardens outside the palace. The tiny two foot tall liger had started with pacing on the ground, until he had almost been stepped on by a hippo taking his afternoon constitutional. The bench seemed much safer by comparison. "Hi, Flora! It's me!" he says, as though rehearsing lines in a play, "I know that I look a little different, but I can explain!" The little feline shakes his head and starts again. "Flora, this may seem strange, but I really am Fenris," he starts, "I seem to have underestimated some Creator magic I should not have toyed with!" He puts his little mane-wrapped face in his hands. "This is going to be awful," he murmurs, flopping down onto the bench and letting his feet dangle.
A soft rumble, a small smile, and Flora makes her way through the public gardens, doubtlessly on her way to LongTech Industries' shop or the mansion, judging by the direction of her walk. She's carrying her usual bag, filled with paperwork and other apparel, ranging from maps to contracts and sketches...
Still, her footwork is quick and precise as usual, the feline effortlessly sidestepping any being that approaches, her tail swaying behind her.
Catching sight of Flora, Fenris jumps up on his bench, praying he can catch her attention before she speeds by. "Flora!" He calls, waving his arms, "Flora! Wait up a second!" Creators! Being this small was hard!
A soft rumble, a perk of the ears, before Flora turns around and blinks a little. "Flora... Flora could've sworn Flora heard Fenris, yes," she mumbles, shrugging, and already beginning to analize the movements of the crowd again, trying to find her pathway again.
Ugh. This wasn't working. Fenris blows a loud whistle, summoning his eagle shaped golem from its perch in the tree overhead to swoop before Flora and back to himself. "Over here, Flora!" he calls, putting a touch of air magic into his voice to carry it through the crowd, "On the bench!" The tiny liger was mostly recognizeable as the Fenris of old. Maybe a little bulkier and certainly fluffier and infinitely smaller, but still recognizeable.
A soft rumble, a blink, and Flora turns around again, blinking a little as she looks at the... Very tiny feline on the bench. Definitely at most half her size, likely less... For a moment, she seems to contemplate the exact ratio between their sizes, or, well, something, at least, before she moves over with a browraise... "That is... An interesting kitsune-trick, yes," she mumbles after a moment of contemplation, before sitting down besides him. "Flora doesn't think Flora figured /that/ one out just yet."
"I wish it was a kitsune trick," Fenris says, relieved that he finally caught Flora's attention, "I'm afraid that it is more of a cautionary tsle to tell young machine priests." The fluffy little liger drops wearily down next to Flora. "I can't really explain the details," he says, "But I have learned that you can hurt a machine spirit's feelings and some of them have ways to get their revenge." He turns his violet eyes up toward Flora's. "This is sort of really me now," he says, unsure how the much larger tigress will react.
"So... Fenris is really this small now then, yes?" the she-cat rumbles curiously, before flicking her ears. "Flora will need to have some of the details later though, yes... Did Fenris find a Fleshcrafter just lying around?" she mumbles after a moment of contemplation, before rumbling softly and flicking her tails about.
Fenris thinks a moment before answering. "No," he says, "I was asked to study a Creator device. I did not believe that it had Fleshcrafting powers." He tells her only the truth as his newly tufted tail waves serenely behind him. "I convinced it that I was it's rightful user, but spent too long talking to it," he explains, "And it found me out. Then the machine spirit said that I was a bad little kitty and needed to be punished." The little liger shrugs. "I blacked out after that," he says, "And woke up like this."
A soft rumble, a scratch behind the head as Flora ponders the words, before nodding along faintly, looking out over the gardens. "Flora will... Have to ponder this, yes. There will be an expedition soon to find certain creator-tools, so Flora will remember this, yes," the she-cat rumbles, before flicking her ears lightly, before pulling out the map she was showing to Sveta a few days back. "The goal will be one of these ruins, yes," she mumbles, pointing at a quintet of marked creator-ruins on one side of the city, before rolling the map up again, silently. "This, of course, is top secret, yes," the feline rumbles, her ears flicking lightly."
"Send me!" Fenris says, "You won't find anyone better with Creator Technology!" The tiny feline grins. "And it can hardly cause me more problems than it already has," he admits. "But in light of current circumstances," he sighs, "I could understand if you did not want to send someone like me."
Flora smiles softly. "Flora will see. There will be LongTech Industries employees, along with freeswords, yes," she rumbles with a smile, before flicking her tails and murring softly, her eyes cast about the area, before she stands up again. "Having a... Shorter stature can prove helpful, yes. But it all depends on whether or not Fenris is there when things happen."
Fenris is a little surprised that Flora had accepted the whole fleshcrafting thing so easily and taken it so well. "You're not upset about," he waves at his tiny, fluffy self, "well, this?" He still feels that he has let Flora down somehow, that maybe she thinks he can't perform the duties he has promised to perform
Another soft rumble, another small smile. "Flora will have to see, yes. Flora is not upset about that... Although Flora would not mind seeing the thing Fenris held later, yes."
Fenris sighs, left alone again on the park bench. "I don 't know if that will be possible, Flora," he says, "But I will do what I can." The pint-sized liger raises a hand in farewell.
