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Royal Rescue Adoptions

The Plaza was quiet.

Was, being the operative word, as the putputput of tiny motorcycle engines preceded the sight of said little bikes being ridden by a small cadre of fluffy, feathery raptors. Most of the motorcycles were hauling wagons, each bearing a load of some manner of animal kennel, and they stopped their little caravan near the fountain. All five raptors hopped from their rides and scurried to work- undoing covers so the little kennels they'd towed were visible, Princess and Clementine busily hanging a sign on the edge of the fountain.

'Roial Rezku Adoptonz'

And sure enough each kennel had different animals inside- the sounds of cats out of one, another full of chirping and fluttering. Another few were quiet, but suddenly the largest kennel had a puppy sitting atop it, a colorful bow on it's collar, tail wagging enthusiastically.

Princess gave the pup an uncertain look but... well it was staying around them, and how could they stop it anyways? So she just left the others to making sure the animals all had their food and water while she waddled towards the nearest person with an excited little 'wook'

"Come see? Come make friends?" That was how adoption worked right? People fell wildly in love with a new friend and took them home! She was So Good at this!

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"You can talk."

Paul looks closely at Princess. He knows what a dinosaur is from befriending I. rex - this one, though, is much smaller and much fluffier. He's not particularly scared of claws and teeth, either. He kneels to eye level to speak with what he assumes is the lead velociraptor. Since she can speak with humans, that will help.

Having a bird will make carrying messages easier, and he's fond of them anyway, so Paul quickly decides which animal he'd like. The cats and dogs are cute, but they aren't where his interest lies. He tilts his head, listening to the chirping and fluttering. Then he smiles and turns to Princess and her pack with a smile.

"What kinds of birds are in there? I can hear them - I'd be happy to care for one, but I'd like to see what's available so I can choose."

"Yes!" Princess confirmed, pleased as she hopped from one foot to the other. She was glad to see the stranger didn't seem scared, and was delighted to hear that he was interested in a bird, skittering over to the pair of kennels, both still covered with their blankets but with the door uncovered so one could peer inside. One held quite a few tiny griffins all cheeping and hopping about the little climbing sticks and ladders inside. The other held several larger owl griffins, all seeming quite dozy and relaxed for the time of day.

Paul can't help but note the irony of the griffins, the symbol of the Harkonnens who destroyed his own family - but these creatures obviously have nothing to do with his world or House feuding, and so he won't hold anything against them. Still, he gives Princess a small smile. "I'll take one of the owl-looking ones. They're very handsome creatures." They're birds of prey. Paul expects he very well might be able to train them to help him hunt and carry information quickly across the Nexus when need be.

The owls were fairly quiet at the moment, and Princess nodded her agreement. They were very stately animals which she thought suited the young man well. And for Paul's considerations, the one sleepily peering at him definitely looked to have the intelligence to pull off the tasks he was thinking of, watching him with a unconcerned interest.

Tangerine came trotting over when they saw what was going on, a clipboard in feathery little paws being offered over. Thankfully they'd gotten someone to help make the paperwork- just a simple name and contact info, but who even knew how the raptors would have spelled that looking at their sign.

"How many can I take?" A flock of messenger-griffins isn't Paul's most ambitious plan, but it's easy to accomplish and he'll set to training the birds quickly. He's going to be a terror to small animals in the Wilds at this point, between his own skills and his personal pack. For his stately appearance, Paul can be lethal once he sets his mind to it.

He accepts the clipboard, writing down his name and PINpoint information to begin the adoption process. "Paul Muad'Dib Atreides. You can call me Paul." He nods in Princess's direction. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

They seem fairly calm- likely raised by humans to start with so there was that going for Paul's plans. Princess thought, wooking quietly as she guessed on a number that wasn't too restrictive but was fair to the animals. "Two!"

Not so many to overwhelm a new owner, but they'd have companionship too!

"Hi Paul! I'm Princess!" She introduced herself, pleased that she'd already gotten off to a very good start. "Bird names?"

"Two is a good deal." Paul nods as he hands Tangerine the clipboard back. He's curious about where these creatures came from, whether imports from another world or some kind of genetic hybrid. "I'll take good care of them both, you have my promise."

It's good that the owls will have friends of their own species.

"I'll have to think about that. I have a few ideas." Paul gives Princess a grin. "Glad I could help you find them homes."

"Yes, treat nice, good friends." Princess agreed. She trusted the vibe she got from Paul, that he'd be good to the little owls, give them a nice home.

The bike with the little feathery creatures riding it was a sight to behold for the young guitarist who was now stopping dead in his tracks to witness the strange occurrence. They were all so cute! Erik couldn't help a beaming smile that was now spreading across his face as he came to greet the talking creature.

"Come make friends? I like making friends. These animals are very adorable. What sort of birds do you have inside the kennels?"

Of course Erik wanted to know because he already had a dog back home so perhaps a bird? The tour would be able to accommodate a new feathered friend surely. Robert wouldn't mind a bird staying with them, would he?

"Griffins!" Princess chittered a bit as she bounced in place, delighted that her tactics were working so well. She'd have these little buddies in homes in no time! She was great at people! She did one excited loop around the stranger before she was hurrying back towards the kennels- Erik could likely hear the chirp of the tiny griffins in their own kennel before he got there, but the quieter kennel had a few larger ones, a bit lazy and sleepy for it being afternoon.

Oh what in the Void is this?

Volt has never seen a little beast like this capable of driving a vehicle. What even are they? Condrocs? Sawgaws? They've never seen anything so colorful and fluffy outside of stuffed animals. They watch from a nearby rooftop, unblinking optics tracking the raptors' movements as they bustle around to set up some kind of menagerie. Is this a new conservation outpost?

The puppy catches their attention the most. It's like a kubrow, but... not. Fluffier? The nose is also different, like a little button. It's bizarre but cute.

They smoothly drop down to street level, hoof-like feet landing quietly on the pavement. Their hands are empty and open as they approach, attention drawn by the approach of one very pink fluffball. They're not expecting that fluffball to talk, and their step pauses in surprised delight. Adorable! They nod in response, raising a hand to wave hello.

The puppy thinks the new person is pretty interesting too! Perking up atop it's kennel with a furious wagging of it's tail, watching with no small amount of delighted interest, just barely restraining itself from darting over Immediately. It's taking a herculean effort though.

Princess brightens at the wave, tail thwipping in a bit of a wag or wiggle. Same difference with her really. "Good! Come see! Make friends!"

Urged with a chipper voice as she goes prancing towards the kennels and her companions, and the puppy loses the fight with it's own willpower to just pop! Disappear from it's spot atop the kennel and pop back into existence at Volt's feet with an excited bark, tail windmilling so hard it's amazing the pup hasn't taken flight.

Their hand is halfway to their sword before they realize that it's not a hostile move, freezing before they can touch the hilt over their shoulder. That tail says friendly, but the suddenness that the puppy approached was startling. It almost looked like something a warframe would do, but Volt can tell just by looking that that's not the case here.

Slowly, they lower their hand again, and carefully crouch down, reaching out a yellow-fingered hand for the puppy to sniff.

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"Puppy!" Princess explained, watching the blink puppy wag it's tail, with a little baby bark of greeting before bonking their head against the stranger's hand rather than sniff the finger. Clearly he wanted pets!

Yes, it certainly is. The Tenno hasn't seen a kubrow this young since the Old War, and it's plucking at heartstrings long forgotten. Petting a dog is like flying a landing craft though, you never really forget how. Those dexterous fingers scritch at the top of the puppy's head, finding the sensitive spots around the ears, fluffing at those little cheeks. Their hand travels down the length of the dog's back, encouraging it to lean against them to be lightly thumped like a drum.

They can't smile, but the tension in their frame relaxes a little from the alarmed vigilance of before.

"Friends? Me love making friends! Cookie friendly monster. What dis?"

The blue fuzzy monster now staring at the bike with the strange pink creature with his large googly eyes. They looked friendly enough and Cookie always liked making friends with new people in the Nexus. Big Bird always said friends were good.

"What in deh boxes?"

Cookie was now peeking into the kennels wondering what was inside. Cookies? No, it didn't smell like cookies at all. Animals were inside!

So fluffy and blue! Princess perks at the odd new monster, bobbing her head excitedly.

"Hi Cookie! I'm Princess!" She pranced alongside him, as he got closer to one of the kennels inside which there were several cats all slinkying and rollypollying around each other not unlike a pack of excited ferrets.

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Aal's ears go up and shift to furred pointed ones at the sound. A small smile grows on her face at the sight of a least one semi-familiar face. As she does her best to rock her restless son. Who also perks up curious at the sight.

Her mouth opens half intrigued at the kennels, two sets of eyes open wider at the sight of the Puppy. Well...It wouldn't hurt to at least say hello..And find out more information. Not sure what sort of critters might get along with them let alone like/tolerate the scent/smell of em.

She softly, slowly pads over, "Well, Ello there." She murmurs warmly. As Gawain babbles and coos curiously. Before reaching towards the feathers to try and pet them.

The puppy was happily perched atop mount kennel, tail windmilling, tongue lolling as he surveyed the area.

"Hi!" Princess replied happily, noting the baby reaching for her, and extending her head just a bit in invitation with a little friendly chirp.

Aal can't help the fond look and warm chuckle. Twas very cute indeed. "Ello ello." She murmurs back to each of them in turn.

Minding Gawain raptly as he "baa baa"s and tries to gently pat the interesting creature. "Birb." He states. Gaining a wee chuckle from his mother. "Erm close to it darling. Hello again." She murmurs warmly.

Her eyes squint in a happy fond look at the interaction and cute lovely sound. "I see ya been busy." She murmurs warmly. Her eyes drifted towards the pup. The least she could do was ask questions. Even as her heartstrings got pulled on. If she had her way, someday they'd get a good sized parcel and room/hands to have a wee farm or some such.

Princess is a familiar face to Cricket, though one he sees less often than he'd like. Somehow, the chickens have never caught on to her visits to their coop, or else they just don't care; she's a fun little vivid pink surprise when she does stop by. He sure as hell didn't know she could drive a motorbike, though, and he stands back to watch for few minutes with a bemused grin.

"Mornin', ladies," he greets when he eventually comes over. "Ain't like I'm in need of more animals to live with, but I reckon I could care for another one or two if they'll get on with the cows and chickens and Pokemon."

Could be a fun surprise for Loki, whenever he comes back from his trip...hopefully soon...

They don't mind their weird cousin visiting, clearly.

"Cricket!" Princess chirped happily, doing a circle around him and gently bonking his calf with her head by greeting. "No need but more friends good!" By her estimate anyways. And if she would trust anyone with her charges, Cricket was atop the list.

Cricket has to lean on his cane a little for balance, since his knees don't bend in the braces, but he is happy to bend down and gently ruffle her neck feathers. "Exactly," he agrees, grinning.

"Besides, if you're recommendin' 'em to me, I best take your advice. Are there cats? Thought I heard a meow a minute ago."

He's game for any kind of animal, of course, but he did have a cat when he was a kid. It'd be nice to adopt another.

Luckily it's not too hard- Princess meets him halfway by stretching up onto her tippy toes, churring happily.

"Cats! Yes yes, come!" The little raptor pepped up, happily leading the way towards one of the kennels where there was indeed meowing coming from, all soft and dozy. Inside, there was a small pile of rather... long cats most of them black or tortie-colored snuggled in to nap, one with longer, white fur blinking sleepily at the pair, first the blue eye then the green.

These are not quite the kind of cats he expected, and for a moment his eyes widen. He goes from startled to charmed real quick, though, and levers himself down to sit on the ground on one hip, legs out to the side. "Holy shit...when these cats make biscuits I reckon they mean business."

He loves them.

The white one is looking at him, and so he looks back, makes a soft chirp noise, and slow-blinks at them. "Mornin', angel. How d'you feel about chickens?"

Indominus opts not to show herself for a little while, keeping herself a fair distance away with camouflage and infrared shielding covering her. Scent may still give her away to raptors' noses, but she's not in an aggressive mood. Just curious.

The first sounds that come from her are twittering noises in clear imitation of the smaller griffins. She sometimes talks to baby birds the same way, in the Wilds, though what she's actually saying to them she can't be sure. Not quite the same language.

Eventually she uncloaks and creeps closer, oddly shy. Princess is, after all, extended pack, but she doesn't really know her, save by sight and reputation.

"Friends?" Rex's default language is probably close enough to the Indoraptor's to be easily understood. She won't bother with translation unless the raptors seem to need it.

The raptors definitely notice her- she'll see Clementine's head perk before they chitter to Princess who seems to recognize the scent, chirping a response of reassurance. She might not have spoken properly to Indominus, given her seclusion, but she'd heard plenty of the larger dinosaur from her son, trusted that she wasn't here to cause trouble.

And it was proven with the body language being shown- no threat, just curiosity and shyness, which encouraged Princess to bobble closer. "Friends!" She confirmed cheerfully. "Bad people had them now we are finding them nicer packs."

Indominus rests her forelimbs on the ground and leans her head as low as she comfortably can to be roughly face-to-face with Princess. The size difference is still dramatic as hell, but it's a sign of good intentions. That, and because it's high summer and there's game everywhere, she's better fed than usual and has no interest in hunting today.

Unlike the raptors, she only has a few wispy, rudimentary feathers on her neck and back, but they fluff up with indignation as she hears about bad people. Maybe she's jumping to conclusions but she can all too easily imagine. "I will protect any that want to come to my pack," she promises.

And with these creatures, who are too small to be even a slightly tempting snack, she's pretty confident she can keep up her end of that bargain. If there are any who aren't terrified by the sight of her, that is.

"Alpha and their brothers and sisters beat up the bad men, so they won't be mean to nice animals again." Princess assured Indominus as she comes closer to give a small greeting churr.

And seeing this? Indominus might not have to worry about being scary- one of the blink puppies still settled in the kennel the noisier one was on seems to be interested more than worried, little face scrunching with concentration before she's blinking out of existence only to wink back a few steps back from where Princess is, flopped over ears perking slightly as she cautiously wags her tail, nose lifting to sniff curiously.

She makes a rumbling, sub-vocal sound of approval. No idea who this Alpha is, but she approves of vengeance. "Good. Did you get to join in? You're small but you have sharp teeth." She bets Princess could do some serious damage if needed.

That's not the issue at hand, though. The puppy appearing so close definitely surprises her, but she doesn't startle, just snorts and makes a little chuffing noise. She isn't familiar with teleportation, so her first thought is that the little animal has some sort of camouflage like she does. She likes.

She sniffs delicately, then creeps a limb forward toward the puppy, claws turned to the ground away from it, to let it sniff. From an outside perspective this would probably be highly anxiety-inducing to watch, actually, but she knows what her intentions are, and hopefully the other animals can sense they're peaceful.

Despite the spelling on the sign, Isamu was intrigued by what appeared to be a team of raptors setting up an Animal Shelter adoption event.

He’d thought about getting a pet on multiple occasions after arriving in the Nexus. Perhaps a pokemon or maybe a catwing. But he’d yet to find an animal that really suited him. Minoru, of course, already had Kazumi, his butter ball python. The snake was a fixture in the apartment, and his brother’s pride and joy. (Heck, he even organized playdates with other snakes!)

“Come make a friend, hm?” He repeated, looking out over the various kennels. There was no harm in exploring the available options. “What sorts of friends do you have?”

"Lots!" Princess chirped. "Griffins and cats and dogs!"

The blink puppy atop the kennel piped up with a pleased bark like he was the welcome committee, tail wagging furiously as he looked hopefully to the newcomer for pets.

“Griffins?” Isamu blinked, shocked enough that he almost missed the more normal - at least in his world - pets like cats and dogs. Then again, he was talking to a rather sapient dinosaur.

“Oh, no… nothing with wings. The apartment already has one occupant you might need to pry off the ceiling, and his name is Minoru. It does not need another.”

"I'm always up for making friends!"

They aren't sure who or what these cute little things are just yet, but oh they do seem so sweet, not only that, at least one talks!

The drow kneels and holds a hand out to the small raptor who spoke. "My name is Tarach'and. You can call me Tar though. It's nice to me you."

"Well, what'cha got here?"

The half-demon perused the kennels, almost as though she was looking for something a bit more... specific. The cute and appealing critters didn't do much for her at all. She wanted to find something closer to herself, the reject, the outcast. Hand on her hip, she let out a sigh, glancing towards the raptors.

"Got anything that isn't so damn cute?"

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Taylor had been sketching the fountain when they showed up, and watched from her perch. Though seeing the sign she giggled. Though the animals, okay... So her guardian had never let her have pets, which was why she had helped at the lagoon, it had allowed her to be around animals. Ones from the sea she could get, land... well she wasn't sure what to do about land animals. The others back home all had birds.

Slipping her journal into her pocket she decided to go take a peek. If nothing else might be interesting.

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