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Orangeish Sherbert generated a random number between
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50!
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 Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2024 9:06 pm
Mechelen Squire of Lysithea His arguments made sense, and honestly, she kind of hated that for her. "Okay, so the plants might be a bad idea, I didn't think of that, but...you seriously want to keep trying to find this thing I'm really starting to think that nobody will catch it...it's too fast."
And too small. And there were others...and...
"...New thought. I have purple...lacing for my corset thing? We could just grab a random jackalope and say it was the winning one? Work smarter not harder? She wasn't...really serious but...
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lizbot generated a random number between
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2024 9:16 pm
Squire Halle of LysitheaHalle froze and for a moment, eyes going from her corset to her face, and then, with a horrible force faster than his frozen brain could keep up with, back to her corset. Turning away, the boy squatted to rest elbows on knees and cover his face with his hands. "This is my thinking pose," he mumbled in unasked explanation, ears and the back of his neck. "I'm thinking," about anything else.
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Amasis generated a random number between
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40!
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 7:03 am
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Amasis generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 7:04 am
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Seiana_ZI generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 7:04 am
Promethei, Squire of MercuryHis husbands-- of a sort -- seemed to lose track of it, but he didn't. The Mercurian bear was right on top of it. "Get over here," he muttered, near a hiss as he tried to get his hands on it.
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Amor Remanet generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 7:22 am
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tatterpixie generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 8:36 am
Eternal Sailor Puck Aaaaaand he lost it again. Puck got to his feet, the front of his fuku covered with dirt and leaves (though it was hard to tell really, given that he always looked a bit woodsy). "s**t," he grumbled. Little bugger had gotten away. Oh well. All he could do was continue to track it and try to find it again.
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BiggerinTexas generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 8:41 am
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Meighei generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 9:15 am
Erytheia wondered if he were ever to find the creature. Or, if anyone would. It seemed to be really, really good at evading them. He wondered if all jackalope were like that. Or just this one. It was impossible to tell. This was the first jackalope he’d ever seen. And probably the only one he’d ever see at this rate. He was very much not good at this. He held his bow, but what good would it do? He didn’t want to hurt it. This wasn’t a traditional hunt. He was supposed to catch the animal and it very much did not want to be caught, it seemed. ✪
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Orangeish Sherbert generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 1:08 pm
Mechelen Squire of Lysithea Hesitating for a moment, Mechelen gave a soft laugh and reached down, putting a hand on Halle's shoulder. "Come on, lets just give up this crazy stuff. If your thinking has to look like a mental breakdown, nobody needs that. Come on, loser. We both suck at hunting jackalopes, easy enough to take.
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lizbot generated a random number between
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22!
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 1:21 pm
Squire Halle of LysitheaLifting his head to give her a stare that was only slightly incredulous and mostly relieved, Halle opened his mouth to say something only to feel the impact of a small, furry foot against his cheek. Small...but powerful. Now sprawled on the ground, he just barely caught a glimpse of the purple ribbon disappearing into the underbrush. "I guess it found us, instead?" There was a sudden burst of noise nearby, accompanied by cheers and congratulations. It sounded like the Hunt was now over and Halle felt a bit, well, remorseful that his and Mechelen's search of the woods had already ended.
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Sara Draconia generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 1:34 pm
Sailor Procyon // DSS of LiminalityTime and time again he saw all the different senshi and knights giving chase to the thing but he still hadn't gotten a good look at it or had any sign of it. At some point he did see Illyria and wondered how she was doing, maybe she would have better luck because she was smaller and closer to the ground where the thing also was. Come to think of it he'd never heard of a Jackalope so he wasn't even sure exactly what it was outside of the description but he figured that by the end of this, he'd at least see it once someone else caught it. Settling down onto the grass, he took a break for a moment as everyone else ran around. Something moved and it seemed like most of the others were gathering together to try and get the thing so at that he contemplated getting back up. But to be honest, he was having fun just watching it all at this point. With everything that had been going on this trip, he had gotten to move around and see a whole lot more than he saw wandering Earth. He'd spotted a few others that seemed to be different just like he was and at one point he thought he saw Selinur giving chase as well. After all this, he'd have to try bothering the fox senshi again because even if they lived together their meetings were few and far between. Everyone seemed to have their own schedule and it was interesting to see, just as all these senshi and knights came in every shape and size and color. Maybe he'd meet a few more of them in the future or seek one or two of them out. Dusting himself off, Procyon got up and started to follow the group again to try and find this jackalope thing. Hopefully whoever caught it wouldn't hurt the thing even if it had been giving everyone so much trouble.
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tefla generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 2:21 pm
IllyriaIllyria was primed for something like this. Stalking and ambushing prey was natural to all cats. Even though she was a Mauvian the truth of the matter was that their physiology and mindsets before they awoke to their true powers were that of simple Terran felines. All cats knew the basics of hunting. First approach was to get as close to the target as possible without it detecting you and Illyria did just that. Her gaze flicked to Beira as he confirmed that he would block a route of escape off before she darted into the connecting underbrush. The dense foliage would conceal her approach if she were to move carefully enough without making a lot of racket. Every move that she made would have to be precise. A snapped twig here would mean that the quarry would instantly react and bolt. It was her hope that with Beira standing where he was, if she spooked the creature by accident that she'd at least have an avenue of a second chance to corrall it and catch it.
Her violet orbs locked on the telltale purple ribbon that was still festooned around the creature's neck although it had obviously seen better times since the creature had been released at the start of the hunt. Maybe that's why it had been so hard to spot recently. Inching forward ... gently placing one paw on the ground and looking down to locate where her next step would be, Illyria continued like this for a good five minutes. Slowly the gap between where she was in the bush, and where the creature was simply paused, in the process of catching it's breath, closed. Good. This was really really good.
Illyria's exit out of the dense cover she had concealed herself in might have gone further unnoticed as she instinctively lowered into a crouch. She slowly, achingly, pulled herself along the ground, being as silent as she possibly could; still working on closing the distance between herself and the jackalope. It was definitely hard. At least the wind wasn't working against her as she had, admittedly, forgotten to check if she was upwind or downwind of her target. Without any wind though at the moment it didn't seem to matter. Illyria's haunches wriggled a little as she tested the distance remaining. Could she sprint that fast or dare she edge a little closer?
Patience is the key to all good things, she thought to herself as she froze in place. Her fur might have stood out against the landscape of Cybele that she was in, but even as she watched, the jackalope's gaze was more locked away from her, in the direction that she'd left Beira in before running off. This was ... perfect. With the jackalope's attention diverted, Illyria once more crawled forward, pressing even more into the ground as she could before once more she felt the urge to close this hunt down. Ever mindful of things going wrong did Illyria once more adjust her position to ready herself for the initial lunge at the animal. The goal in the end was to bring the creature back alive to Cybele so that meant that she could not deliver the blow that would end the jackalope's life. No, it would mean that after that initial lunge, she'd have to pin it down and call for Beira's assistance in wrangling it back towards the clearing in which it had been released.
With all the patience and effort it had taken to get to this moment, Illyria's body rose slowly from the ground. Her gaze was locked on the target and she darted forward. Speed was of the essence as was the agility to make any sudden course adjustments as she careened her small body towards the jackalope. Having her claws come out as she gripped the ground, increasing her speed, had the distance between herself and the jackalope decrease exponentially. Of course, with the racket she was now causing, the animal would be expected to dart away and Illyria knew this. Her front paws whisked out as she made to trip the animal up. All Terran cats knew that trick. As the creature ended up in a tangled heap Illyria's mind worked quickly. Her small body wasn't in any shape to take on a larger creature in an all out brawl but she had a partner. Beira's added contribution would keep the creature subdued if she couldn't do it alone.
With all grace and coordination gone out the window Illyria's back legs battered at the jackalope's form, even as it tried the same move on her own body and she took a few hefty blows but managed to call out to her partner, "Beira! Need help. I've got it pinned but it's not going down easily."
Even though she knew she couldn't end the creature's life, would having her mouth around on the back of it's neck still some of its flight or fight reflexes. "Geez. Calm down. We're only taking you back to the one that released you," she muttered before she placed her open mouth at the base of where the creature's shoulder's morphed into the base of it's head. It wasn't like the creature would understand her words, but maybe her actions spoke louder.
stari_maga Just informing that the Jackalope has been caught.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 4:10 pm
Erytheia caught sight of a ribbon. He held his breath. Was this the jackalope? No. The ribbon was attached to a Mauvian! The knight watched as she stalked something he couldn’t see. He knew Mauvians weren’t cats, but the one he had know had been very cat-like. And felines, even if not born of Earth, seemed to be quite good at the skills need to hunt — agility, stealth, patience and heightened senses. The Mauvian he watched closely had all these traits. It was hard to tell if he had met her before as she was low to the ground he he could only see her ribbon, ears and tail. But then the Mauvian suddenly broke into a dash. She must have caught sight of the jackalope. He watched as something was caught in a flurry of fur. Did she have it? Erytheia scanned the forest floor as the sudden movement stopped. The Mauvian had the jackalope in her mouth. “Well done!” Erytheia hollered. What a sight to see! ✪
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 6:07 pm
Beira, Super Senshi of Loneliness
Illyria was fast. Dangerously so. She had spent her time moving slowly, getting into position, and Beira had done the same. When she lunged at the jackalope, his eyes almost didn’t follow her at first.
She had it pinned, and after all this time of looking, he wasn’t going to drop the ball and let it get away.
Beira’s only advantage of any of this was that he was larger than the jackalope, and he scooped it up in one hand, and Illyria in the other.
“Illyria, you are fierce,” he praised. He sometimes wondered about the safety of Mauvians when dealing with some of their more dangerous enemies, but she looked like she could have stood her ground and taken down something three times her size easily–and she hadn’t even used any magic or gadgets.
“Do you want to ride on my shoulders? I’ll make sure this one doesn’t get away. When we find Cybele, I’ll have to sing your praise.”
He smiled to the Cosmos Knight, who he hadn’t seen in the rush to collect Illyria’s prize, but he was glad that Illyria was already getting the attention she deserved.
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