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Pet-nanigans

WHO: Anyone and everyone

WHAT: South Southing it up, feat. animals!

WHERE: Anywhere in the city

WHEN: Beginning of November

WARNINGS: None yet

South is trying to get the hang of her new tattoo and it's powers. After some work and more than a few fuck-ups, she has managed to conjure up her first actual animal! Now, she was told they weren't real animals, something about fae and shapeshifting and nonsense, whatever, it was animal enough for her! And the best part, no feeding or cleaning up shit, just the fun of hanging out with a critter without dealing with the responsibility parts!

She can be found in town with either a goat, jackal, dire wolf, or even a black bear following her around, a grin on her face every time she looks back at her little fur baby. Or out in one of the parks, sitting off in the grass and no doubt making her pants damp as she watches a good sized hawk circle around before it comes to land by her feet. There's even a chance she's sitting out next to a building, a happy hyena prancing around in front of her as she tosses it scraps of meat to catch in it's powerful jaws. She's spending the day out with her newly learned animal summoning magic, only one animal at a time though, having a ball getting used to using the magic and playing with the critters.

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[ooc note to self: backdated early October-ish as a body guard and will likely fade/skip to current animal stuff because it's adorable and I want it. <3]

Wanda didn't like the idea of being a bodyguard for a politician, they'd never been on her side but had sought to use or misuse her powers, but it put her in a situation where she might be able to glean a little bit about those in charge of this city. Were they tools for the Hand and Hand? or was it something else. The only way she'd find out was by going on the inside. This was more Natasha's type of work but Wanda had learned a lot from her red-haired friend during their time in the village together.

Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a black dress with a comfortable pair of boots. Her usually leather jacket was replaced with a slightly nicer one that labeled her as a bodyguard.

It was too bad that this job was actually very boring with a lot of waiting. She glanced over at the woman working with her. Her name was South but Wanda didn't know anything else about her. "Why did you decide to take this job?" The pink tips to her hair made South seem like the type who didn't conform to the norm.

To be fair, the idea of keeping some possibly probably corrupt higher up chick safe in this already crazy as fuck place isn't her idea of fun. When she first started, that's entirely how she felt. Not the first assignment where she had to keep some douchebag from getting offed, but still not her favorite thing to deal with.

But, so far, the Mayor has seemed...nice. Down to earth (or whatever this specific planet is called), friendly, compassionate, like she really does want to help the people living here and stuck here. Could all be for show, and South isn't just gobbling it up blindly, but she has less of a chip on her shoulder about it all.

She hasn't gone much further than finding out her part-time partner's name and getting reassurance that the chick isn't going to be a liability, can supposedly handle herself. She's also worked with rando units dropped on her, as long as they could take care of their own bullshit and not make her have to protect their charge and them as well, she couldn't care less.

Still, with the question, South figures some chit-chat would help pass the time. Plus she might be able to find out for herself if this woman really can handle herself, or if there's two children she has to herd to safety if anything ever finally, actually happens. Things have been silent and boring as they usually are, and shooting the shit doesn't sound awful.

She herself is in her "usual" clothes, fitted light purple tank top, black skinny jeans, combat boots, hair doing it's own thing, as darkly tinted as possible aviator style sunglasses. The only thing she does special or different when on duty is her own black leather jacket with the bodyguard label on it to mark her as both an important person and the bitch in charge of idiots who even look to close to her assigned charge.

"Bragging rights, mostly." She finally says after a second. And it's true, dropping 'I protect one of the most important assholes in this place' line around does get some impressed reactions. But that's not the only reason, there's a couple more, including; "Plus it was supposed to be a guarantee gig to get some action fight-wise. Though I wouldn't consider sitting around with my thumb up my ass any kind of action I'm looking for."

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Wanda watched her coworker curiously. She didn't think that there was a dress code but it said a lot about South without her saying a word. It was interesting. Wanda respected South's choice, even if it wasn't what she had chosen herself. She didn't want the people here to really know that much about her.

"It's been pretty boring so far." She remarked softly as her misty green eyes continued to scan the area.

"Do you care about who you're guarding?"

Wanda wasn't planning to stop being a bodyguard but that didn't mean she was going to protect someone who was planning to hurt people. Been there, done that.

“Understatement of the year there.” It’s just been endless sitting in offices, sanding around, and trotting along the mayor like an abandoned puppy. Boring doesn’t even scratch the surface of describing it.

The question earns a curious head tilt and a faint noise from the back of her throat. “Care how? Like if I like them as a person, or if I mind who it is in general?”

Either way, she doesn’t have to think hard on it, shoulders rolling in a dismissive shrug, “In general, As long as they’re not fucking over people who don’t deserve it, or aren’t corrupt and shit, I don’t really care. As for this specific job and the mayor personally, I guess I’m indifferent so far. She’s not condescending or an asshole from what I’ve see, seems like she actually cares what happens to this place and all of us here, so, she’s fine. Could just be putting on a good show, don’t know for sure yet, we’ll have to keep our eyes open and see.”

Wanda was fairly confident that the Mayor was putting on a show but she didn't mention it. She didn't trust that they were actually alone here. "I agree." She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the wall.

"I suppose the next thing is to ask what sort of skills do you have? We should be able to work efficiently together."

Her powers gave her an edge and while they weren't exactly a secret, she wanted to keep some of her abilities to herself. She didn't like people being uncomfortable around her.

It hasn't been very long, and South's pretty used to weird big shots that act funky. As far as she's seen, it all seems pretty straight forward and the mayor seems alright. She definitely doesn't trust really anyone here so far, but she hasn't ticked any real red-flags yet either.

"I'm a Space Marine back home, in the top of my program. Hand-to-hand, CQC, melee, guns, unarmed; I've trained in it all and perfect most if not all." She replies, somewhat bragging as her ego fluffs up. It's all pretty near true, some on her team back home are better- but they're not here, and she's still pretty sure they're equal with her at best, so...

Wanda nodded her head in answer. She didn't doubt South but the girl seemed very young. She was rash and informal. She might have skill but Wanda wondered if she knew when to use those abilities.

"I can move things with my mind, create shields and explosions." That wasn't all she could do but Wanda decided that it was best to focus on the abilities that were relevant for this job. South wasn't going to see everything else she could do. "I've been fighting for a long time." Since she was ten.

"I worked with an anti-terrorist group before arriving here." And also fought an alien army but that was a really long story.

Honestly, it's a fair assessment. South is implosive, thought it wasn't a question of if she knew when to use her skills, but if she knew when not to. Not every situation calls for fists and rage, she hasn't quite gotten that detail down just yet.

"Wait," She starts, cocking her head slightly in curiosity, "You could do that shit before you got here here, or you pick up some of those magical enhancements around here?"

The important questions, of course. Anti-terrorist groups and such are more or less pretty routine in her opinion, it's all this magic shit she's still new to.

Tifa happens to run across the black bear along her walk through the city. She's on her way back to the dorms after work, wanting nothing more than to shower and rest. But this? This is a new sight and it surprises her so much that she stops short to watch it. Honestly, she isn't afraid. This doesn't look like one of the monsters she's used to seeing in the world outside Midgar. But she hadn't really expected to see something predatory following behind someone else.

She'll be sorry for staring in a minute. Really, she's just trying to figure out if she should be worried about it trying to maul the person it's following. Or anyone else in the vicinity.

The bear, affectionately already dubbed "Major", has on fluffy ushanka hat- which is entirely unnecessary, both because it's a goddamn bear and built for cold weather, and it's not really anywhere near cool enough for a human to even need one. Nonetheless, it's there, flaps swaying just slightly as the large beast lumbers along.

South hasn't glanced back for a hot second, distracted for a moment trying to decide if she feels hungry or if she should get Major ~~more~~ food. When she glances up, she sees the staring woman, narrowing her eyes curiously before her brain reminds her that she has the giant fluffers behind her and, yeah, that's not normal, dummy.

She almost considers just calling out to reassure the chick that he's basically a pet-baby, like a giant tubby pup, really. But. Where's the fun in that? Instead, she silently hopes Major's hat doesn't give away his pet status, and slows her walk until there's a cold nose poking into the back of her leg.

Now. She has spent a good part of the morning, once she was able to conjure the bear, getting a loose and quick idea for his behaviors. Is he playful or mean when she tries to wrestle with him, was one of the most important-to-her things to find out. She figured, if he became hostile or aggressive, she could unsummon him (the very second thing she learned to do after getting the hang of summoning him in the first place). As it turns out, thankfully, he's like a big ol' puppy. Gentle swats of his giant paws, not-really-there bites of his powerful jaws, careful not to cause any damage or pain but he engaged with playing.

So. As soon as she feels the nose against her pants, she lets out an called for yell and is "knocked over", reaching to lightly tug on the scruff of his chest to get him pawing at her and fake growling, fluffy body flopping next to her on the ground as he swats at her hands. It's, yeah, it's pitiful. Probably entirely obvious it's all in play, with how silly he's acting and gentle he's being. But maybe it'll work. Though, it would definitely work better if South could stop grinning and after a few seconds loudly laughing when a warm tongue laps at her cheeks.

She's not worried about his safety, if the woman attempts to "save" her. She asked a billion and one questions when she got her magic tattoo, one was if the summoned animals could be harmed. He's real in a physical sense, sure, but not real-real as if you found a cub in the forest and brought it home. If he gets hurt or killed, he just disappears. When conjured again, he's entirely unblemished and healthy as ever. He'll be the same bear, like any of the animals she tries to call on, he'll remember her and such, but it wont affect him in any way if he's attacked. Wont feel a thing, almost certainly wont remember a brief, short term injury that causes him to disappear. No hard feelings against whatever or whoever caused him to poof out of existence, no residual fear, nice and safe mentally, emotionally, and physically. Not that she plans to use any of her newly adopted beast-babies for any fighting- she doesn't need any help in a fight, after all- but she grilled the tattoo shop repeatedly about every last possible detail just in case there's another murderbot attack or some bullshit, she wanted to make sure they would be alright.

At first Tifa falls for it. Hook, line, and sinker. She lets out a gasp and starts running over, her body primed for a fight. She has fought plenty of tough monsters before. This one won't be that much of a problem. But it doesn't take her long to spot the joke and she slows to a stop not far away about the time the warm tongue starts lapping up and down the woman's cheeks. That's... that's a grin, right? Not a grimace?

Tifa isn't sure if she should intervene or not. In the interest of not leaving someone in distress if she can't figure it out, she walks up, ready to separate the two of them if necessary.

"Are you okay?" she calls over to the woman. "He's not hurting you, is he?"

Yes, perfect! Nailed it, mission success, crown her the winner-!

"Oh. No. Please help. I am being bear-kissed to death." She says in the most deadpanned and obviously fake tone.She lets the moment hang a quick second before she starts laughing entirely too loudly.

"Holy fuck, I'm fine- I really don't think this big tub can intentionally hurt anyone ever." She finally reassures the woman, nudging at Major's face as she sits up. "Just fucking with you, couldn't help myself."

Well, Tifa supposes someone having a laugh at her protectiveness isn't really the worst thing that could happen. It's kind of like Cid giving Cloud shit about his terminology or Barret being Barret. So she manages a smile and relaxes as much as she can with a giant not!monster nearby.

"I don't know. He looks pretty vicious to me," Tifa adds on, managing to tack on a very light joke. "Although he's pretty fluffy, too. Maybe that helps."

Major resumes trying to mouth and nuzzle her face, but South's able to nudge his attacks up to her hair instead so she can talk. She doesn't need a bear tongue in her mouth, thanks.

"He's as vicious as a squirmy new baby." She rolls her eyes slightly and smiles again, making no move to get up off the grass just yet. "The fuzzy fur is seriously one of his best features! Seriously, pet him, he's so fucking soft." She insists, looping an arm around the bear's neck as much as she can and tugging him into a hug, "He won't bite or anything."

Tifa isn't really sure who to trust here, but at the same time she isn't the kind of person who is innately wary of everyone she meets. So she just decides to take the woman at her word, figuring that if things start going wrong, she's strong enough to take care of the bear. Taking a few steps closer, she reaches out to gently stroke the bear's side. The fur is surprisingly soft and Tifa lets her fingers soak up the feeling for a few seconds before she retreats.

"You're right. He's really soft. Almost reminds me of a friend of mine." Except Nanaki is a sort of feline-type (????) species and not anywhere near the size of a bear. Faster, for sure, and more powerful, but not bigger. "Does he have a name?"

The big, tubby, fuzzy beast hardly reacts to Souths hugging headlock or the other woman letting him, managing to get the collar of Souths jacket in his mouth and focusing on chewing.

“Bear fur reminds you of a friend? Like. A...human?” If so, she’ll only be slightly surprised. With the people around here, a person with animal or similar hair wouldn’t be that unusual. “His name is Major, I’m still considering a middle name, though.”

"No." Tifa immediately shakes her head at the questions. Nanaki wasn't human. No one really knows what his species actually is. They all just know he's not like any of the rest of them. "He's like a small lion. He never told us what his species is called, but he looks like a large red feline and he can talk just as well as any of the rest of us. He's been a great friend so far."

Yea...okay...that's going to earn a silly little expression, but South is at least nice enough right now to tuck her face against Major's fur to shield any judgement. A lion? That can speak. Like just a regular lion? Regular enough... Or like a...man-lion..? Oh, her mind is racing with maybe too many, funky thoughts. So she just, holds it back and nods slightly as Major let a glop of drool fall to her leg.

"Great friends are...hard to come by." Especially if it's a talking lion that's a friend. Sounds utterly insane, but then again, most things she's seen and heard of here have been pretty crazy.

Tifa nods in agreement. "They can be, whether they can talk or not." She gestures with one hand to indicate Major. "I should let you go, though. I didn't mean to interrupt your day."

"Nah, you're not interrupting anything." She insists as she finally lets go of Major and stands up. "Besides, while he's harmless as a baby, it probably doesn't hurt to socialize him."

He seems indifferent to either decision, lazily yawning before he scoots up closer to South so he can try mouthing at the hem of her shirt to chew on.

Tifa watches them a little dubiously. The bear seems harmless enough now, but who knows what it'll be like later. If it's just a baby now, later might bring a whole host of other problems. Still, she decides not to run and instead gives the bear another pat on his shoulder.

"He's well-behaved so far. How long have you had him?"

He's pretty well grown, and since he's a magic'd up bear, he probably won't grow more. The pat has his eyes looking up at the other woman, but his fuzzy bear expression only shows mild curiosity as his main focus stays on chewing the fabric.

"Literally like half an hour, maybe. So far he's pretty much just a chubby, cuddly furball, very well behaved." She beams like a proud pet ~~mom~~ owner, dropping her hand to rub his head before she tries nudging him lightly to discourage the chewing. He doesn't even slow down. "Except for this chewing thing, just keeps gnawing on shit, he already pretty much ate one of my other boots."

Half an hour? That's a short time to have an animal. Looks like it's going well, though. Tifa hopes it continues that way.

"He's not hungry, is he?" she questions curiously. "Or maybe he's like a puppy and just needs something to chew on." It's as good a theory as any. "Where did you get him? I didn't know there was a large animal shop around."

"Nah, he's had food and I've tossed snacks his way, think it's like a puppy thing." Well, a baby thing specifically. Like a pacifier? Maybe? She's prodded inside his mouth and he has all his teeth, though, so maybe it's a...comfort thing? She has no idea.

"I got a tattoo that lets me summon animals." She beams and yanks down her jacket and, yep, half pulling off her shirt, don't mind it, just exposing her shoulder and the tattoo on it, "I can get him so far, but it should let me call up a few others."

"A tattoo lets you do that?" Tifa asks, dubiously. That doesn't sound very safe in a place like this, though it might explain the chewing. Maybe the bear just thinks the woman is part of its family.

"Good luck, I guess. Hopefully he'll grow out of chewing everything."

Don't mind her if she just wants to leave the creepy summoned-by-tattoo-magic bear alone. She has nothing against bears or summoned creatures as a general rule. It's just the very Shinra feeling this place gives her and the idea that something like this magic could be used to control someone.

"Yea, I got it with my voucher thing from months ago." It's all weird, and that's why it took her an eternity to finally get one, she's new to any magic bullshit whatsoever. But she likes this special ability so far, all the fun of a pet without any of the literal shit.

"Thanks- hopefully he does, it's driving me a little crazy already." Hasn't been very long, but she liked those boots he gnawed up!

Whether she notices any off the off-put feelings of the magic'd up bear or not isn't clear, but she's still smiling and patting the hat on Major's head.

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Pet-nanigans

Backdated roughly a month.

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(i would like to apologize for the wild length of this post omg, most tags wont be this monstrous)

don't even worry! i LOVE it!!

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