mayfield_rpg | Pet shop of the damned!

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Pet shop of the damned!

A: 2238 Stevens Road

[Naal got a package today. It's pretty conspicuous; it's easily three feet on a side and has, uh, air holes. Rather than try to bring the bulky box inside she's examining it on the lawn. But that only happens for a few seconds; she quickly seems to get excited and tears open the cardboard!

...and from inside bursts a GIANT SPIDER. It's grey and covered in dense hairs, a bit like a tarantula, and has some elaborate white markings on its back. But who has time to think about stuff like that, it's LEAPING ONTO POOR DEFENSELESS NAAL AND... uh... making lots of chittering noises?]

Fuzz-fuzz!

[Yes those words just came out of little doom-and-gloom I-am-already-dead Naal's mouth. Also: this may be the only time anyone in Mayfield, her family included, has ever seen her smile. No she didn't get droned just in time to think that her box full of spider is puppies, she just treats it like one anyway. CHERISH THIS SIGHT. Or run screaming in horror, whatever floats your boat.]

B: Around Town

[And now she's taking it for a walk! Maybe it's running up to you or chasing a squirrel or climbing a tree but... probably not. Mostly it just rides around on Naal's back like a big fuzzy backpack. It's really kind of lazy like that.]

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[Sarah Jane does find this surprising.]

Naal? Something... from home?

Yes. [Nope, can't quite hit exclamation point levels of enthusiasm. Still. Happy Naal. Have some more.]

Yes. Sarah, this is Fuzz-Fuzz. [The Spider clambers onto her shoulder and waves its mandibles about. Naal makes a little motion with her hand and it sticks out a foreleg towards Sarah Jane. Shake?]

[Sarah Jane reaches out a finger to shake, as it were, the foreleg. Clearly not your average spider.]

Hello, Fuzz-Fuzz. Did you name... him or her?

Yes. I was given her when I finished my first phase at the Orthorbbae. [Her face hardens momentarily.] They should not have put her in a box like some food animal.

[Well, it's not often he hear's Naal so happy. So when he heard her cry out Fuzz-Fuzz, he wanted to go out there and see the smile on the girl's face. I mean, yes, he had to go take care of his leeches, but surely a girl's happiness means more than his medicinal supplies.

He throws open the door and sings out loud, with accompanying orchestra:]

Oh Nina, you sound so joyous today! I am happy tha-

[And midway through a chord progression, he notices something...fuzzy. And hairy. And with 8 legs. And huge. He freezes halfway through, the music abruptly stopping with him. He cuts a comical figure really, with a jar of potentially delicious spider food in his arm.]

They seem to do that with everything. At least she's out now.

[She can't help laughing a bit at the image Figaro makes right at this moment]

Good morning, Figaro. The town has returned a friend for Naal.

[For once Naal does not look the least bit put out by Figaro's singing. Her pet, though, notices the leeches and clambers down off of her to advance on him. Naal notices too...]

She must have been starving in there... [She unfortunately fails to explain that the spider is interested in the leeches, and not Figaro himself.]

[Oh, so the giant tarantula is hungry. Figaro just pales and takes one unsteady step back as he starts muttering some Spanish and Italian words to himself in rapid succession. Something along the lines of "GOD SAVE ME I AM ABOUT TO BE EATEN". The violins seem to notice this as they pick up the pace.]

[And now Figaro is being chased by a giant spider. Mondays are rather interesting. She should probably do something.]

What does Fuzz-Fuzz eat?

[She seems too small to actually want to eat Figaro at any rate...]

[And the spider advances! Naal too for that matter. She thinks giving up some of his leeches would be perfectly fair; she's never really understood the whole bleeding thing...]

All sorts of things. She likes centipedes. But I think those would do.

[Come on Figaro!]

[OK, which is Naal talking about? Because to Figaro, she just confirmed that not only is his medical equipment in danger, but he himself is potential spider chow. The advancing spider is causing all thoughts to fly out of the window as he tries to negotiate the safety of him and the bunch of blood-sucking blobs in the jar.]

N-Nina, we're...I mean, the leeches, are not to be eaten! They are a necessary part of the tools of my trade, and I would like to ask that the araña stays away f-from t-them, otherwise how will a man bring back bread for his beloved family~? ♪

[No Naal, never! Those leeches have saved LIVES.]

[Sarah Jane did not wake up this morning expecting to have to navigate this particular situation. Then again, when did anyone expect the sort of thing that tended to happen here?]

Alright, we can probably find something that isn't anyone's... medical equipment.

[She is not getting into the... less than up to date nature of Figaro's medical knowledge]

How about crickets?

[Naal stops her advance, though the spider still looks keenly interested in Figaro's jar.]

Which are those? All the insects here are tiny, we'd have to catch many.

[Not. Comforting. Figaro. At all. He takes one uneasy step back, and another. Those leeches look really fat and juicy though...]

((OOC: Initiate chase around Mayfield, y/n?))

They're about this long.

[Sarah Jane holds her thumb and forefinger a decent distance apart]

They might have them at the pet shop.

[A glance at Figaro reveals this is... unlikely to go well]

((OOC: Hijinks!))

Or we could breed them ourselves. I could. [Sometimes she kind of forgets that Sarah Jane isn't some servant of hers, honestly.]

In the mean time I will make do with what is available. Figaro. I will leave you enough to replenish their numbers.

[She is definitely not using a compromising voice, and the spider skitters on ahead! BEGIN THE CHASE.]

[AND THE CHASE BEGINS. Figaro shrieks out a very high, slightly unmanly note, and off he goes with that jar of leeches protectively under his arm. He sprints off down Stevens Road, without really a goal or place in mind except to escape the Spider from Hell.]

That just happened. Didn't it?

[This manages to register on her weirdometer]

Figaro. Figaro! Come back here! [Okay she is not really very good at raising her voice but she is seriously surprised that he would actually run away like this. Passive as she usually is she has never really come to fully understand that without the trappings of home she does not convey any sense of authority.]

What does he think he is doing... [Is the only answer Sarah Jane gets as Naal starts running after Figaro and her pet.]

[The thirty minute chase ends with Figaro up on a tree, with a very long stick being used to keep Fuzz-fuzz away from him and his precious leeches. He's actually swearing in Italian and Spanish, and it's only because the spider belongs to Naal that he has not decided to squish it.]

[ A xenos playing with an ugly spider. Garviel gives them both a glare over the fence. ]

[Overgrown curmudgeonly Halme cannot take this moment from her. Not even one as overgrown and curmudgeonly as you, Garviel.]

...am I troubling you?

[~~no uncle garviel don't glare at her friend i mean~~

Sora's on her way home from school, just a-strolling along. Naturally, she'll wave cheerfully when she spots Naal approaching from the other direction.]

Naal! Hey Naal! T-- [Oh no, what are those fuzzy legs?! She stops in her tracks.] Aaaah! Naal, there's... there's a thing on your back!

[Naal is so incredibly used to having her spider on that she actually looks back before she realizes what Sora means.]

It's a spider. [She informs Sora, completely deadpan.]

[This does not improve matters.]

A SPIDER?! [She swings her backpack off of her shoulder and holds it ready to use if she needs to bat the thing off of Naal.] Don't worry, Naal! Just hold still and I'll get it off of you!

[Naal stands her ground. Maybe. Why is everyone so crazy about her pet here? ...other than all their insects and spiders being tiny up here for some reason.]

It's supposed to be there. [Though it's a bit hard to get a word in edgewise when Sora is really going; she's not alarmed enough to use her Life Or Death Voice yet.]

But...! [Spiders don't go on backs, Naal. The moment of confusion stays her hand for now, though the bag is still held aloft.] Are you sure?

[That is exactly the place they go.]

She is my companion. Like one of those dogs. But smarter.

[I mean she wouldn't wear just any spider, duh.]

You should introduce yourself.

A companion? So, a pet?

[Okay, okay, she's slinging the backpack over her shoulder again and edging close to get a better look at the... the... spider!]

Um. Hello?

Hello. [Naal waves. The spider waves too. It seems like it's mostly just mimicing its master, but...] This is Fuzz-Fuzz.

Fuzz-Fuzz, this is Sora Himoto.

[She puts an emphasis on the last name that sounds out-of-place to modern ears. Congratulations Sora, you have societal standing. Or so thinks Naal.]

[The spider is waving. Wow.]

Awww. Fuzz-Fuzz. That's a really cute name, Naal!

[Who would have thought Naal was so capable of being adorable? Well, okay, Sora probably already thought that. Any reservation she may have had about the spider is gone now. Something called Fuzz-Fuzz can't possibly be bad!

And oh, if only Naal knew better. Sora is the most out of place in society back home as one can get...]

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