[log] Chocobos are friends, not food! [closed]

[catricide]

Characters: Lehko Habhoka and Junkrat!
Location E3 - 19
Date: Day 157 - Evening
Summary: AUSTRALIAN MAN TRIES TO EAT CHOCOBO, GETS KILLED INSTEAD.
Warnings: Violence, death, etc.



[The warning had issued over Lehko's tablet, and so he was hurrying along after a day of scavenging. He was tired, since the night previously there was that obnoxious faux-mithra screeching all night and rattling the door and windows. Hoping his tired legs will carry him in time through the snow, he pulls Tempest along besides him. The poor bird just as tired, but he understood well enough they had to press on. Soon enough they come across and enter the first house they see, just before the doors lock.

A standard single-story house with a kitchen, living room, dining room, bathroom, and bedroom. There's a hanging bird cage in the living room, but the door has been left open and there's no sign of bird remains inside.

Of course, Lehko assumes they're alone, not realizing that they do actually have company. Had his nose been as strong as it normally is, or the chill of the air not dampen it further, he might have picked up the stench of Junkrat. Instead, he settles on placing his bags down and going through them, looking for something that might pass as edible for Tempest. The chocobo, meanwhile, seems to notice something in the other room, stepping away from his master to investigate.]

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[drboom]

[Junkrat has settled in the bedroom of the house, having been at this location for a while now before lockdown. His nest for the night is already set up, a mess of the sheets and a sleeping bag close to his backpack. After his long trip to the school he had been taking it easy on traveling. Especially since he was pretty sure his stumps were starting to get that so called frostbite he was warned about. It wasn't so bad yet, but it was still painful when the areas weren't numb.

He freezes up when he hears others entering the house, not wanting to give away his presence just yet. It wasn't the first time he's found himself bunking with other people for the night, but instincts came first. He'd rather observe who was here. Cautiously he made his way out of his nest, crawling as stealthily as possible with a peg leg. Surprisingly he manages sneaking pretty well- at least until he sees a large green bird peeking into the room. With a startled yelp he scrambled to his feet, there was no point hiding now so he may as well take a good look at what startled him. Also not look totally suspicious crawling on the ground or anything.]

What the hell are you supposed to be then? [Totally an emu.] Someone's pet?

[He was pretty sure he heard more than just this giant bird in this house.]

[catricide]

[Tempest freezes in place when he sees Junkrat, the sudden movements from the squirrely man leaves him on edge. The chocobo fanning out his plumage as he stands a bit more vertical to give himself a larger appearance—but he stops when he feels Lehko's hand on his wing, the smaller man peering past the bird to look at Junkrat.]

Please forgive Tempest, he is a bit on edge since we both werrre accosted by an anomaly.

[Lowering himself down to his normal height, Tempest likewise flattens his feathers against himself, but keeps a suspicious eye on the other man.

Lehko, meanwhile, offers a hand to Junkrat, as well as a smile. He has an off feeling about him, but he wonders if it's because the guy definitely looks like he's been here for far too long. What with his disheveled and dirty appearance.]

I am Lehko Habhoka, a pleasure to meet you.

[drboom]

[Junkrat eyes the bird warily, but not because it's little show. He's still just not quite sure what to make of it. It was large enough to be an emu, but he'd never seen a green one before. Also it's general shape was off. Still to see fresh meat in such a cold barren place was a blessing. He could already imagine how he'd cook it up. Sure he just stocked up on food from the school, but this would be way better!! He was already drooling from the thought.

Of course, the bird did have an owner. A equally strange looking catman??]

Anomalies, eh? Can't say I've run into any of those. They as bad as everyone's been saying?

[Idly Junkrat wipes the drool he felt dribbling down his chin before looking down at the hand Lehko offered and giving it a shake with his, now even dirtier, hand. It was totally purposeful as he couldn't help but giggle after their hand shake.]

Junkrat.

[catricide]

A pleasure...

[Lehko immediately regrets offering his hand. Perhaps he regrets more that his general polite facade disallowed him to pull his hand away when he watched the man wipe away drool, and then take the offered hand for a shake. While freshly coated in drool. When his hand is released, he awkwardly holds to the side, as if letting it get to close to his body might infect him or something. His eyes on his hand as he tries to inconspicuously shake off whatever dampness there is on it.

If the drooling was from some sort of mental deficiency, he hardly wanted to be rude about it.]

They're quite something—the anomalies, I mean.

[He continues, trying to distract with words as he tries to think of a way to clean his poor hand.]

Had Tempest and I not been quick enough, it may have very well made off with us. It was right perrrsistent, too. Little did it stop trrrying to break into our shelter till the early morning.

[drboom]

[Watching Lehko try to figure out what to do with his hand was most certainly worth it. Even with his actual focus on what this catman would do about a drool covered hand he tried to look like he was paying attention to their conversation. He was. Sort of. It was hard not to snicker at the way Lehko was trying to shake off the drool.]

Waitwait. Wait a tic.

[Now that he thinks on it the guy looked sorta familiar. Mainly it was the bit about the anomaly harassing the two till morning that he remembers the most.]

Right I think I remember seeing that on the network. It was a loud bastard, yeah?