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[theresnodoor]

In Metropolis, one can find almost everything. All kinds of peoples - fighters, tricksters, thieves, innocent people just looking for a good time.

And occasionally, you can find a healthy looking kitty with silky white fur sitting on the porch of a nearby storefront to a club, grooming himself (because the cat itself is a boy, you see) and occasionally running off to walk a fence or leap on a row of trashcans or chase a mouse.



Rachel may or may not be avoiding the nightlife of other twenty-somethings.

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[theresnodoor]

Rachel turns around, lifts her tail, and looks over her shoulder to aim.

Cassie would do that warning-shot-thing, with the tip of her tail down and then lifted up when she's ready to fire.

Rachel really doesn't see a reason to.



A skunk can fire up to ten times in one go. Rachel only needs three... but doesn't see any reason why not to hit each of the punks twice each.

[dragonreturned.livejournal.com]

Iroh is torn between blinking in bemusement, wrinkling his nose in distaste, and grabbing the little thing and giving it a hug. The second and third options sort of cancel out, so he goes for the first.

As the punks writhe and scream and stumble out of the alley swearing up a storm, Iroh bends down and offers the skunk a grateful and respectful nod. "Thank you, little one."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel lowers her tail and squashes back the skunk's natural urge to spray him, too. Not because the skunk is scared - they don't really get scared, they don't really need to - but because those other humans had apparently needed to be sprayed and its possible that this one does, too.

She holds it back because she didn't save the old guy just to punish him.

...though she feels distinctly less heroic when she has to waddle her furry butt back down the alley. This is why there will never be a Skunkman comic.

[dragonreturned.livejournal.com]

However she feels, Iroh clearly considers her quite heroic. He follows her waddling form down the alley, "That was quite impressive," he begins in admiration. "I must thank you for your assistance."

[theresnodoor]

There is no dignified way for a squashy, furry kitty-creature to... do anything, really. Rachel pauses, fully aware that while the old man might be crazy, that's no reason to assume he won't be believed.

Unless she makes it really ridiculous.

The squashy, furry kitty-creature is looking up at him with terribly near-sighted eyes. Maybe this is acceptance of his thanks.