OPEN; loth-cat time

[merging]

» WHO? Ezra Bridger & you!
» WHEN? May, after Ezra receives his white Loth-cat
» WHERE? Around the station
» WHAT? Loth-cat shenanigans!
» WARNINGS? N/A


[So Ezra's made a friend. The creature is cat-like if not exactly a cat, and those from his galaxy might recognize it as a breed of tooka. Whatever it is, it mostly sticks close to him and can be seen with him throughout the station.]

I. HALLWAYS

[Were you enjoying a nice walk around the station, maybe going to meet a friend or get a drink? Too bad because now there's a Loth-cat running straight at you. Tailing behind it is Ezra yelling,]

Hey, wait! Stop!

[The Loth-cat starts running faster and looks as if it's about to pounce- when Ezra stops in his place.]

Oh, right! [His voice is calmer when he speaks again.] Stop.

[And the Loth-cat stops! It looks much more peaceful now.]

Sorry 'bout that.

II. MESS HALL

[Today the Loth-cat's sitting on top of the table Ezra's seated at. He's set out a small saucer of milk for it as he eats his food. Except... it keeps reaching for his food.]

I already fed you! And you've got your milk! Look, I know it's not blue, but it's almost the same! [He sighs.] Okay... just a little.

III. OBSERVATION DECK

[Ezra's kneeling at the edge of the observation deck, observing the deck with the Loth-cat. Or rather, they're observing beyond the deck and... space and stuff.]

So that's- actually, I don't what that planet's called. Or any of this. But you know... you're from Lothal. Or I think you are? Are you?

Comments

I.

[chozobloodrites]

[Samus' stride is brisk. Well, generally if you're 6'4" I guess your stride is always going to be brisk. But it's fast enough that it might seem like the perfect chasing speed to an apex predator. And she's certainly not paying attention, far too focused on her communicator.

She has no idea of the danger she's in until she hears Ezra's yell. She turns around to find the loth-cat at her feet. She stares back for a moment before looking to Ezra.]

What is this?

[merging]

A Loth-cat?

[It looks completely docile now, as compared to the fierce predator Samus almost faced.]

It's fine now, so don't worry.

[chozobloodrites]

Hm. Interesting.

[Samus crouches closer to the cat and sticks a knuckle out for it to sniff.]

Did you find it on the station?

[merging]

[It gladly sniffs! And once it's done its sniffing, it nuzzles up against her.]

Yeah, right outside my room. Aaaand then it ran off. Which led us to this moment.

[chozobloodrites]

[She scratches at its cheek, and almost cracks what might be a smile.]

It seems well trained, at least. How do you know what it is?

[merging]

It's from my home world.

[And most people in his galaxy would recognize a tooka anyways, but he probably doesn't need to get into breeds and stuff right now.]

And it's not trained, or at least I don't think it is? Loth-cats are usually wild too.