Fantasy SED [Roleplay, Open]

[Seraph]

Slatter stood still looking down at his book as he went inside with the woman who had been waiting for them to arrive and upon entry to the building stomped his feet to get rid of the snow that may have stuck to his shoe. After this he went back to usual business looking down at the book as he did his best to listen to the others explaining their capabilities and blinked rapidly trying to keep concentrated on what he was reading. He then walked about looking for a decent place to sit himself and rest crossing his leg over the other sitting rather straight as he continued scanning the book with an occasional turn of the page.


Every once in a while he could be seen licking his finger tips to better get a grip on the pages and the occasional clearing of his throat. He seemed to be quite disinterested in the discussion and didn't want to add anything unless he had to so he was simply waiting for an order to do something. Until then he would entertain himself with the exhilarating world of his book.

 

[madame moiselle]

Caleb noticed the bookworm's actions, and frowned slightly, but nodded at Miranda, sharing her concern. Caleb has gotten his magical metal abilities under control a while ago, but Caleb didn't really want to put a show. He felt as if it weren't necessary. As for the bookworm, Caleb couldn't decipher why the man was so attached to his book, and why he wasn't really paying attention to situation at hand. It almost seemed disrespectful, rude too. Caleb himself enjoyed a book once or twice, if he ever had the time, but he wasn't as obsessed that he would call himself a bookworm. Besides, wouldn't it be better to live in the moment than to read it?
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[BlueOctober]

  When Ludvig entered the building with the rest of the group, he instantly darted his eyes around to try and find a painting. Something to hop through, something to get away with. That, or something just to stare at, for the fun of it. He sighed when he realized that there didn't seem to be any paintings hanging on the wall, perhaps they had taken them down, just in case. 


  So, the painter sat himself on a chair, and began to rummage in his bag, pulling out a tube of black pigment, which he began to paint on the back of his hand with, humming to himself as he did so, the mountains that he had been staring at outside slowly taking form on his skin.

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Rowanna stayed silent other than quietly tapping her index finger on the desk. The silence made her uncomfortable, causing the fingernail of that index finger to extend into a long, razor sharp claw. She incidently tapped it on the table, causing a clicking noise and a deep scratch into the wood.


Realizing the noise was rather loud, Rowanna quickly shook her hand to retract the claw, and put her hands in her lap. She had that as an anxious tick. Claws would extend, fangs would slip out, ears wouls change. Partial transformations could happen under any emotional turmoil, no matter how small. Rowanna knew she needed to learn to control it better. Hopefully, that could be helped through training with the SED. 

 

[Nicademus]

Before any greetings had gone underway, their host had finally spoken up. They were brought inside to do, you guessed it: Introductions. Well, that made that pointless. Ah, well. The altar boy give his name twice, Tea girl giver her name and power, and then captain eyeballs gave a demonstration. Eyeballs everywhere. Even on Maribelle. She stood from where she had sat down as the eyes disappeared, saying "Listen Snowflake, your power if nifty and all. But please don't get it on me unless it's for a job. No offense." She even put her hands up, showing no hostility, "Those eyeballs just give me the shivers."

"Anyways, name's Maribelle. If that's too formal, Belle is fine." She gave a sigh. She didn't like talking about her power, oftentimes it made her a target. It also gave others an advantage. But, the boss wanted to hear it, so she had to give it. "You know those pretty little powers you guys have? I can turn them off. For a time, at least. Balance the odds." Maribelle didn't train her body for the simple tag aspect; she trained it so that when the powers dropped, she would have the advantage.

 

[Wick]

Milo glanced around the room at all the others. Most of them had given the group introductions to their different unique abilities.


The first person to speak up was Caleb, or at least that was what he called himself. Milo didn't think too much of him. He simply stated his name, never even mentioning his ability to anyone. Milo squinted at him for a moment before another person spoke up.


The next person to stand was a girl. She told her name was Rowanna, and then said she was a Therian Rope? Milo wasn't sure what she had said. He had never heard of such a thing. She quickly sat back down, as though she didn't exactly want to be there in the first place, let alone speak in front of a group of strangers with unknown abilities.


After a moment the next person stood, introducing himself as Michael. He was the first person to give an example of his power, along with an explanation. Being held up in a government facility let Milo see some things that other people were not meant to see ever. That being said, he had never seen what this person could do before, though he was sure that Michael had seen him before. Eyes, everywhere. They sprouted all over his face, crowding it, and making it difficult to discern where his mouth was located when he next spoke. More eyes appeared throughout the room; on walls, on the ceiling, Milo even felt one sprout on the back of his neck, which wasn't something he wanted to ever know the feeling of. Michael sat down, leaving the room tense and mildly concerned. Milo quickly pulled his shirt's collar forward and looked down to inspect for any remaining eyeballs.


There was a rather long moment of silence before another person finally stood up, another girl. She was the one who had tried to introduce herself to him before they moved into the facility. She gave off a somewhat cocky vibe, explaining that she did not want anything to have to do with Michael's powers, (Milo didn't blame her for saying that) and that she could, take away peoples abilities by touching them? He thought about this for a moment. Would she be able to siphon his forced immortality? She said she could only do it for a little while, not forever. Another thought popped into his head. The ability he had was more of a curse; it had to do with his blood, not his soul or whatever. Perhaps that would be another thing holding her back from taking it. He didn't quite know how her powers worked, but he wasn't willing to get on her bad side in order to find out.


Nobody stood up after that. One of the others was busy reading a book, which Milo noticed he had not taken his eyes off of since they had gotten onto the helicopter, and the other was staring at, a painting? His skin was changing color as he hummed softly. Milo figured he should get it over with, seeing as no others were planning on standing anytime soon. He didn't stand up, nor look up; at least not at first.


"Milo.. I can't die.. it sucks." He looked up and scanned everyone's faces, looking for any trace of interest or confusion. He didn't exactly want to come off as edgy, but he had no reason to be happy with his life either. He had spoken with a somewhat false bravado, trying to seem like someone they didn't want to bother getting to know, but after he finished speaking, he wasn't sure he had any of them pushed away.


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[BlueOctober]

   Ludvig's ears perked up when everyone started introducing themselves, though he waited for an opportunity when everyone else had finished to do his. After a moment of long silence, Ludvig stood, picking up the black pigment he had set on his leg as he did so. 


     "Hello everyone." His thickly accented voiced said, in English that he had practiced throughout his life in school, but never really used. "My name is Ludvig, it is a pleasure to meet all of you." He glanced around, realizing that everyone else had displayed their power.


    "Uh, I'm a painter." He said as he flicked the ink on the back of his hand back into the tube, in a stream that rolled off of his fingertips and back into the tube. "It's not very interesting."

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Rowanna listened intently, listening to everyone else's powers. Michael had an interesting ability, one she had never heard of before. He will definitely be a good surveillance partner, Rowanna thought, tapping her finger on the table again. Then the girl who could take powers introduced herself. Rowanna immediately took interest. She absolutely hated having powers. It caused harm to so many people, and death to a handful more. Rowanna would give anything to be free from the curse of therianthropy. After the immortal and the painter introduced themselves, Rowanna looked at Maribelle and said in a serious tone, "Can you permanently remove powers?"


@Nicademus

 

[madame moiselle]

Caleb was indeed fascinated by all these people and their powers. Micheal reminded him of the one hundred-eyed creature in Greek mythology, Argos, and a power like that would be very useful in a job like this. Spies needed to be all eyes as well as ears.
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Art was never Caleb's major. Truth be told, he was dreadful at it. He didn't have an artist's sharp eye or steady hand, and when the seemingly German man, Ludvig he called himself, displayed what he had drawn on his hand just now, made Caleb's eyes widen. The man sure had talent. Caleb couldn't believe the painter could of done it in such a short time, either.
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Rowanna's power puzzled Caleb beyond comprehension. She had stated what she was, but didn't exactly show what power she had. But just a few minutes later, Caleb got his answer. Caleb caught Rowanna drumming her fingers on the table top, which were rather loud for some reason, seeing that one of her fingernails had actually grown into a full-sized claw. Caleb blinked a few times in complete bewilderment, but the next thing he knew, her hand was back to normal, and on her lap.
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As for Maribelle, the flame-haired woman who had asked his name earlier, she made Caleb feel slightly unsettled. Her power could nullify any magical abilities? That was very advantageous. With powers like that, she could defeat every single person in this room in no time at all. Caleb wouldn't know what to do without his metal-bending abilities; they almost seemed to be apart of him now, since he had been living with it ever since he had turned twelve. Besides, they come in quite handy in fights too. 
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After hearing Rowanna's question, Caleb's eyes widened, as he stared at Rowanna in astonishment. It could've just been a harmless little question, but Rowanna's tone was serious. As if..as if she wanted to get rid of her abilities. It wasn't Caleb's place to ask why, but he could guess. He knew these magical abilities brought more pain than joy, and he could see that was the case with Rowanna. He too, often wished to get rid of his powers, not after what he had done in the past. But he also knew these powers could help so many more people, outweigh the bad deeds with the good. 
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But of course, it was her choice. Caleb only hoped it wasn't the wrong one.
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@Seraph
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@Tanfam
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[Tanfam]

Miranda stares at the boy. Immortality? Huh. 


Miranda also eyes Maribelle. A power-negating power, although it sounded funny, would be very important. However, she did not have the time to hear everyone's introductions & powers. She asked the question to analyse the recruits. Some, like Caleb, were very outspoken, and others, like the painter were quiet. This is important when making teams, because the slightest incompatibility would doom the team later in their career. 


She claps her hands again.


"Wonderful, wonderful! Now I will explain what the SED is."


"So the SED, or Supernatural-Espionage Department is an independent agency, that Used, USED to be a government agency. Keyword, USED. Ok? Now it is an independent agency that protects the world against threats. We used to be a "spy" organization, but now it has shifted to much more active missions, like assassinations, infiltration, infomation gathering, scouting, and more..."


"Yes, we do kill people."


"You have been instructed in the ways of espionage and spycraft, and now it's the time to take the field. Your bunks are down the hall and too the right. Mission briefing is tomorrow."


"Dismissed!"

 

[Nicademus]

Oh, great. An immortal. Maribelle gave a grimace as she heard his power. Immortals came in two distinct varieties. There were the cocky bastards who felt untouchable. Some went mad with the idea, going on crazed rampages. Others laughed off any attempt to hard them. They really believed themselves to be untouchable. The immortal Belle had killed was that way. A cocky little head of some crime syndicate. Nice guy, well learned and cultured. But disillusioned. The guy felt like a god, and felt he was untouchable. This was his downfall, in that he was so vain as to give Maribelle the first move. A simple caress of the face, a soft whisper, "Tag." Soon after, the sound of a firearm. The man never believed it, even as he sat there, dying. If there were an afterlife, Maribelle felt like he still would be in a strange sense of denial.

Then there was this guy. Milo. The depressing kind. They have all the time in the world and they spend it moping. Belle had to hold back a retort. All it takes is a game of tag. She didn't want to kill him, but immortals just rubbed her the wrong way.

Painter boy introduced himself as painter boy. So, is his power painting or something to do with painting? Seems pretty chill. Her thoughts were interrupted by a question she had heard before. Can she make powers go away forever. The Therianthrope, Rowanna, was the one to ask. "Sorry sweetie. I wish I could help you. It's only a temporary fling, but in some cases..." Maribelle glanced at Milo momentarily, a slight frown softening her features for a moment, "In some cases that's enough time. Tell you what, though. Ever need a break from the powers, I can provide. Off mission, of course."

Suddenly, Miranda, the head of the establishment, gave her little speech. Of course. Killing people is always on the agenda, when is it not?  Maribelle gave a sigh.

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[MadiRaiCat]

Rowanna nodded and smiled slightly at Maribelle. She turned the thought over in head before deciding to answer. "Thank you. I may take you up on that some time soon." Miranda finished her notes and explained the SED. She clearly stated the group would kill. Rowanna winced at the thought, but it wouldn't be anything new to her.


Rowanna stood from the table at dismissal. She took once last glance around the room before putting her hands in her pockets and exiting the room. She looked down the hall to where the bunks were and decided against it. Rowanna turned and walked back the way the group came in, wanting to be outside. Her whole body tingled, making her realize she needed to stretch her legs...or paws...or wings...She needed to transform into something. 


Rowanna pulled her hair quickly into a high ponytail, reveal the full aesthetic of her pretty face and deep blue eyes. She pushed through the doors to the nature outside and took a deep breath as she stepped out. The air was chilling, but refreshing. "What should I be?" she muttered under her breath, surveying the horizon.

 

[Meowfyre]

After his little show, Michael quietly listened to everyone's introduction, though he quietly took some pride in his new compatriots looks of shock at his performance. For the most part they all seemed rather quiet, especially the two constantly either reading or drawing. Now all they needed was someone with musical powers and they'd have a perfect artistic trio. Maybe someone with film related powers too? Naturally Michael picked up the little detail of Rowanna's claw. Perhaps she could extend claws like Wolverine, that would be rather neat. Michael wished he knew what a therianthrope was. He gave a smile at Maribelle's response, but other then that no reaction. His eyes did slightly widen at her "anti-power" power however, now that was interesting. Truly she could be considered a trump card against anyone with powers they fight. Rowanna wanting to lose her powers was disconcerting, he hoped she wasn't weak because of it. The immortal was the one he was most interested in, he wondered how long he had been alive. Michael would love to ask him about past events he was at when he got the chance. Miranda cut off his observations with a speech.  


Miranda's speech was good. Michael didn't hear many speeches out of movies, but it seemed good. He supposed he should feel a minor shock at being told he had to kill, but it didnt' really bother him. Pushing his seat back and standing up, Michael gave a crisp salute to Miranda before walking off,to where she said the bunkers were. Finding the room where she said the bunks were, Michael opened the door. Giving a cursory glance around, all the bunks seemed rather standard. Michael chose to pick a bottom one in the back, in the right corner. He liked being somewhere far from the entrance, only having to keep an eye out in one direction. Not that keeping an eye out in multiple directions was hard for him, but it was the principle of it. 


Removing his jacket, Michael revealed what made his three piece a four piece. Removing his concealed holster, he opened it up and carefully brought out his M1911. The gun had been his father's gun, and his father's father's gun before him, all of whom who had cared for it like it was a child. Michael was no different, carefully disassembling it and taking a cotton swab to it after the swab in a solvent. Next he lightly lubricated it with some oil, giving special attention to the barrel locking lugs and the slide and frame rails. Satisfied with it, Michael reassembled the gun and began preparing magazines, loading .45 ACP ammo into 10 cartridges of seven rounds. If he needed more then that in the upcoming mission, then they were in deep shit. 

 

[Tanfam]

Miranda:


She appears near the door or Michaels bunk.


"An M1911?" Do you know how old that gun is? It's considered a museum worthy piece."


She takes out a newer model.  And inspects it.


"I can see its a family heirloom, but trust me, you'll need a better weapon then that. In fact, come to the armory with me, it will be a sneak peak. Your fellow comrades wouldn't know."

 

[Meowfyre]

Raising an eyebrow, Michael put the magazines on the bed. To be quite honest he and his family couldn't afford a new gun, which was the main reason it was still in use. Standing up, Michael replied, "Well my father always said not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Lead on."


@Tanfam

 

[BlueOctober]

After the speech that the German man barely paid attention to, Ludvig made his way to his bunk and, within moments, had his pigments and brushes splayed out in a miniature color wheel on the floor. Moments after that, a scene similar to the one on his hand had taken form on the floor, white capped mountains, blazing sunrise, the works of a painter absorbed in a scene, and it had taken him mere moments to flesh it out, his hands and brushes a blur before he sat back on his haunches and examined the work, his lips curled upward into a smile. 


"Komm Zürruck." He whispered, taping the case when he did so, the pigment receded off of the floor, to his hand, and he let it flow back into their tubes. "Gut." He stood, and threw the ink onto the wall, where it reformed into its picture. "Now, we have something to look at."

 

[Tanfam]

Miranda:


She takes him to the armory, where a smiling man in a flannel jacket comes stumbling out with a heavy rocket launcher.


"Oh hi miranda! What are you here for?! You don't usually prefer weapons..."


"Michael, this is Boggs, the Quartermaster of the SED armory. Basically he maintains all the weapons, blah, blah."


"Wow, that's a pretty nice way of summing up ny job..." He turns to michael.


"Now laddie, what would you like?"


You peek in the wide room, and there are rows and rows of firearms. SMGs, pistols strewn around, and even some fancy tech.


"I think he needs a new pistol" Miranda says. "He has an M1911?"


"Holey Mackerel! It's hard to find those nowadays!" "Can I see it?"


"He left it in his room, back to the topic..." Miranda says bluntly.


"Oh, well." He walks to a cabinet and starts eyeing the pistols in there.


"Now for combat missions, all of you would be issued standard gear, unless you file a Class-5 weapons form to me, which will look over and process..."


He picks a pistol, but shakes his head and places it back. 


"But I'm going to give you one of my personal favorites, the M2050!"


He pulls a similar looking handgun to what Michael has.


"This is a direct descendent of the M1911. Nothing really has changed except for it fires faster and it's smoother. Consider it an upgrade."


He hands the pistol to Michael. "This one also has a red-dot sight that is built in to the gun. I can also fix your 1911 if you don't want to use the 2050. Just swing back here someday ok?"


(Note, the year is 2071)


(Making this a futuristic setting...)


(Wait? Isn't this in the fantasy rp section?)


(YES BECAUSE THERE ARE FANTASY POWERS AND ELEMENTS)

 

[Wick]

Once the group was dismissed Milo stood up slowly, watching as everyone dispersed to do their own things around the area. He was getting a sort of feeling like some of them saw him as dangerous, or was that perhaps anger toward him? He was certain he had never once met any of them, but he let the thought be.


Another idea danced across his thoughts; why were they there? Sure the SED wanted some rather "Special" forces, but why so eagerly now? They made it seem like this was a time of war, but as far as Milo was aware, nothing was wrong with the world. At least, not at the moment; so why would they want them trained and ready to go? What out there could be so bad that they needed people with superhuman abilities to defeat it?


He moved out into one of the facilities corridors and made himself comfortable on the ground. He began to piece together what he knew so far, trying to understand what purpose they were to hold in a fight. Sure that Michael gut could see all, which would allow him to sneak a peek at any secret plans the enemy may have, The girl with the red hair; her name was Maribelle? Milo wasn't entirely sure what use she would be to the team. Sure she could briefly siphon someones ability, but why would that help? This led to another clue as to why they needed people like Milo and the others. Perhaps they were up against another threat, with similar abilities to them? Maybe she was brought along to keep the enemy from using their own abilities and superpowers against the group. Another one was Ludvig. He said he was a painter, that it wasn't very interesting. There was likely more to his power than Milo or anyone else was aware of, but he couldn't be too sure.


Milo thought about how the others were, and what they were capable of, but what about himself? If Milo was captured, they could torture him, even kill him, for all of time, until he finally gave them information on the SED or their plans. Milo had never undergone any actual torture, but it didn't make him eager to try it out any time soon.


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[Seraph]

Slatter waited for them to forgo having to explain his capabilities to the rest of the people that were there. Her once again ran a hand through his thick black hair and stood after they had all been dismissed. He finally closed his book and stood up putting it inside one of the pockets on the interior of the jacket and then made his way toward the room not particularly minding any of the others activities. He went down the hall that he had been told would be their's for rooming and tried to find one that had yet to be taken. He carried a suit case behind him on rollers, a brief case in hand and a back pack...on his back...you know as one does. Entering into a room he looked at the bed and a desk among the other amenities as he began to set down his things opening up the brief case. Inside were books, lots of books...probably too many books but he started unloading and organizing them on the desk in alphabetical order by author in between a white rabbit and black cat book holder. After he finished he left the rest of his things on the bed and exited his room and went outside. As he exited he almost ran right into the girl whom had claimed to be a therianthrope. She seemed to be asking what she should turn into to which he replied in a soft voice that you really had to listen for but his words were smoother than Egyptian silk, almost angelic. "...a white rabbit..."


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Rowanna almost jumped, unaware that someone had came up behind her. In the heat of surprise, sharp claws extended from her fingertips as a defense mechanism. She turned to face the man, recognizing him as the one who was engrossed in a book almost the entire day. She smiled slightly crossing her arms over her chest. "I take it you're a Lewis Carroll fan then?" she asked, a smirk gracing her lips.


@Seraph

 

[Seraph]

"...yes...I am..." Slatter responded to her in his same quiet voice after watching her claws extend from her finger tips and looked down at her feeling the cold wind on his face. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks as he watched her waiting for her to shift into the white rabbit. He was biting his lower lip and then took out a hand from his pocket gesturing for her to transform. "...well.." Then placed his hand back into his pocket in an attempt to keep it warm as he waited for her display what she was capable of.


@Eternal-Weekend

 

[BlueOctober]

   Ludvig sat off by his painting, watching as everyone either left, or began conversing among themselves. A hint of a smile danced upon his lips. I can escape, if I really want to. He thought to himself as he dipped his finger into the picture on the wall, feeling the cold that had lingered on the outside. Simple as stepping through a door. Then he remembered what the people had said when they'd taken him out of the painting in France.


     He slipped his finger out of the painting, and shuddered at the memory of the Flames that had come just close enough to singe the clothes that he had been wearing during his time in self-imposed captivity. Slip into a painting, and we'll just burn your world away. 


     The young German frowned, and sat back on his bunk, gazing down at the tubes of pigment on the floor paired with their brushes. What was the point of painting, if he couldn't experience the world he created?

 

[MadiRaiCat]

Rowanna tilted her head, wondering why he requested to see what she could do. To her, it wasn't all that special of a power. Definitely not like immortality or being able to remove people's powers. But her powers were useful in other ways, maybe. Rowanna realized she didn't  know anything about this man. No name. No powers. She shrugged at the thought, and closed her eyes to envision a white rabbit. 


The usual quiet noises of her bones breaking, shifting, and reforming filled the air, sounding much louder due to echoing off the mountains. It was immensely painful to transform, but Rowanna had learned to ignore the pain long ago. She felt her body shrinking until finally, Rowanna was a cute white rabbit with blue eyes, sitting on the ground and looking up at the man.


@Seraph

 

[Nicademus]

Maribelle watched as many of the team went their own special ways. Belle hoped she didn't rub them the wrong way, she was a bit to the point. At least she got a smile out of that Rowanna girl. That meant something, even if all she could manage was a day. And Belle felt like she hadn't offended Captain Eyeballs, or Michael as he called himself. Most likely. Ah, well, if he couldn't handle a comment he probably couldn't handle the stress of the job. And he seemed fine, so Belle wouldn't sweat it.

Now it was just her, the altar boy who went by Caleb, and... that immortal. He seemed deep in thought. Man, I bet he's seen a lot go down. Wonder if he's all here... Maribelle sighed, and stretched her arms. "Man, after that trip I could use a drink. But it would likely do no good, job and all tomorrow." She walked by the immortal, Milo, and tapped him on the shoulder with a chuckle, saying "I bet they card you all the time at the bar. Ah, well, heading back to bunk." And with that, she walked off. Maribelle intended it as friendly, though she figured immortals might be touchy on the subject of age. Oh well. Already said it, too late.

Entering the bunk, she was greeted by painter boy's work... Larry (Ludvig) was his name, right? No, that wasn't it. Painter boy would do. Anyways, he had a pretty little picture up on the wall. Maribelle couldn't help saying "Dang, son." She admired the painting a bit, before turning to him and asking, "I know this sounds silly, but is your power being a master painter? Or is it something else and you're just that good?"

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[Seraph]

Slatter looked down at the rabbit with an emotionless face and brought a hand up to his chin. He then leaned over just enough to reach out and pick up the rabbit from behind its front legs as the rest of her body dangled beneath her. He then lifted it into his arms holding her like a baby with her belly exposed upwards and started to examine her. He used a finger to touch the pads on the bottom of her feet and the hair on her stomach. After this he flipped her over to hold like one would hold a cat. Up close to his body, careful not to let her limbs dangle and started to pet her between the ears and along her spine. Then he grabbed her tail just to poof it still holding up towards his body. His face was still emotionless but his voice sounded pleased as he spoke, "...rabbit...it's beautiful."


@Eternal-Weekend