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Post by Aria ! on Mar 9, 2010 19:10:26 GMT -5
Bam!
She punched a guy right in the face with her dead bolt right arm. He flew backwards, skidded across the pavement, and stopped short with a gentle thud against the wall opposite to Ikusa. The guy cringed as Ikusa got closer. He was so oblivious to the fact the she was female. She dressed like a man, and acted like one, even called herself a guy. She preferred it that way.
"You want another helping, bastard?" She rumbled menacingly, looming over the terrified guy. What an idiot he had been for picking a fight with Ikusa, who had trained so vigorously all her life. He scrambled away, rounding the corner and nearly falling as he made the sharp turn left.
Ikusa stuck his hands in his pockets, and strode out of the alleyway, none the wiser. A buddy from school crossed the street to make a remark about how awesome Ikusa was. "Aw, C'mon dude! Anyone could've kicked that wimp's ass! He was a friggin' pansy for god's sake!" Ikusa said, annoyed that weak people were always challenging him to fights. The guy who had his arm swung over Ikusa's shoulder chuckled. He mumbled something like 'Whatever, dude.' while chuckling, then crossed the street to meet with the friends he had ditched to see Ikusa.
Ikusa shrugged and continued his little walk. He strode through the streets without a care, even though it was beginning to get dark, and he knew his Aunt would worry. As soon as the sky was dark, he began his way home. Under the bridge though, he was stopped. Three in front of him, and three behind him, the guy he had laid out earlier leading them, throwing around words like 'revenge' and 'pain' and 'slash'. Like he'd let them cut him. Like he'd let them win. He wouldn't.
He let loose his full on the six of them, knocking their head, punching guts, kicking faces, the whole onslaught. He stood in the middle of their beaten bodies, not noticing that there were only four moaning people on the ground. He began a stride to his house again, only to be stopped once more. One of them had a girl, and a knife at her throat. The other held a knife.
They told him not to move, or the girl was dead. He didn't know her, and didn't exactly see why he should care, but the better part of him refused to let him move. And, he got pissed. The other four had sprung up and dead locked him, holding his arms and his legs, with one of them holding him in a head lock. Oh, how that pissed him off. Better yet? The guy with the knife came up to him and began insulting him straight to his face.
And that was is final straw.
He shifted, and stood at full height, towering over the short humans before his massive figure. He merely shook himself to relieve him of the the flies that were clinging so insistently on his arms and legs, and shot his head back to get rid of the one around his neck. He slammed his paw into the side of the one that stood before him with a knife, not scratching him with his claws, but he felt his ribs break, and threw him into the river to his left. He took a few large bear steps toward the one who had the girl, and he quickly turned and fled.
Lowering himself onto all fours, he circled the girl and waited. She looked terrified, so he nudged her peacefully. She was very young, probably only six or seven. He licked her face, she was crying. She clung to his leg, and that made him sort of uncomfortable.
He sat her on his back, and trudged forward as she clung to him. He took her to the police station, which of course caused a fuss. It was pretty inordinate to see a Polar Bear at a police station with a kid on it's back.
Ikusa took the kid off is back, and plopped her into the arms of one of the officers that was staring at him. Then he lumbered into an alley, shifted, and jumped over the fence. He casually walked toward his house, before he heard footsteps behind him again.
"Oh, who is it this time?" He said agitatedly, spinning on his heel to face the person in the darkness that he couldn't really see.
"Leave me alone, I don't feel like fighting anyone else tonight. Come find me tomorrow if you still wanna fight or somethin'." He said, turning again to leave.
ooc:// For those of you who didn't read about Ikusa, SHE is 100% FEMALE. SHE just chooses to live as a guy. And as such, calls herself one, and socializes just as a guy would. So yeah. Update over. xD
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Mar 18, 2010 21:50:51 GMT -5
"Hey, Nikkie?" Nikkie turned her large, blocky head to look at Lyx as they trotted towards the station, taking the back alleys so as to stay out of site of anyone who might try to catch them. "Yeah?" She asked, one of her floppy ears flicking backwards as she heard what sounded like a cat prowling around the trashcans they'd passed not too long ago. "Why is there a white bear by the station?" Nikkie abruptly stopped in her tracks, fixing her eyes on the polar bear that was lumbering through the alley near the station and blinking in shock.
Well, damn. There wasa polar bear Shifter in Shelpey. A rather bold one, at that, Nikkie noted with slight scorn as the bear transformed almost instantaneously into a boy. Watching him, Nikkie narrowed her stone gray eyes before looking at Lyx. "It's not normal for a shifter to get so close to the police station and transform so near by. We'll follow him, see what's up." she said coolly, Lyx nodding.
Wasting no time, the two dogs took off in a quiet lope after the boy. Seeing the fence, both of them sped up only to use the crates that were pressed up against it as a bouncing board and clear the fence. Nikkie shifted in mid-air, causing her to hit the ground on her feet in a crouching position with one hand instinctively on her gun and the other on the ground. She jerked her head quickly to the side to pull her long hair, which was braided tightly, back over her shoulder so that it hung down her back and grazed the ground until she stood again.
The kid turned around, looking irritated and tired and so full of spunk that he immediately reminded her of Trinell. Nikkie found herself scowling darkly at the thought of the ever elusive wolf. As lackadaisical as she seemed, she was so increadibly sly that it made Nikkie climb walls in rage.
Schooling her angered expression into one of cool collectedness, Nikkie listened to the boy as he growled, "Oh, who is it this time?" He couldn't see her clearly, Nikkie realized suddenly, and she stepped forward while he spoke again. "Leave me alone, I don't feel like fighting anyone else tonight. Come find me tomorrow if you still wanna fight or somethin'." Lyx rolled his eyes and Nikkie snorted at his words, quietly of course. Couldn't be heard being disrespectful while in uniform.
"I'm not looking for a fight, kid. I was just wondering what a polar bear was doing so close to the Station." She said clearly, her voice polite but her words direct. No nonsense Nikkie was out. "I'm sure they'll tell me exactly what happened when I get to the station, but I figured I'd be a bad cop if I didn't check something suspicious out when it passed right in front of me." She added and she forced back a smirk when she heard a slight sound come from Lyx that let her know that he would be chuckling if he were a human. Calmly, one hand on the butt of her gun and the other on her hip, Nikkie watched the kid for any kind of reaction.
OOC//: Yeah. It sucks. But it's a post. YOU OWE ME A POST IN HTTM, KITTEN. >[ You're lucky I even managed to do this level of crap with how little muse and incentive I had. >[
Looooool xD
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Post by Alex on Mar 26, 2010 19:08:26 GMT -5
OOC|| I was ordered to post. So say hi to Matt. |D
BIC||
Soft notes danced through the window of the fourth-story apartment, floating lightly on the breeze and out into the sunshine. Inside the room, it was dim, the only source of light being the square of afternoon sunlight that poured in through the open window. In the light sat a gleaming Wurlitzer piano, its polished wood alighted in a fiery chestnut under the sun. A young man sat at the bench, hands spread over octaves of ebony and ivory keys. His dark eyes intently watched his fingers flit from one key to the next, following the rhythmic accents and falls of the music. A few chords in, he hesitated, experimentally testing a few notes before spinning on his bench away from the piano and picking up a black guitar. He strummed the same tune as he had been playing, continuing easily through the spot where he had hesitated. Repeating the notes to himself, he set the guitar aside and returned to the keys, picking up where he had left off and completing another measure or two before stopping.
Dropping his hands from the keys, Matt regarded the piano as its last note reverberated around the dim space, then hummed to an end. The room fell quiet, and the young man sat on his bench, still watching the unmoving keys contemplatively. He adjusted his square black glasses as his eyes lost focus, until the rows of blacks and whites blurred together as one against the reddish wood. Nodding ever so slightly to himself, he decided that the piece was almost ready to be completed for a grade in his Composition class. He had been working on and off for the past months on this project, piecing together the chords and harmonies in time to be finished for his semester grade. Although he had received numerous compliments on the sound, he had been unhappy with his piece and had decided to complete overhaul the song, and start fresh. Now, after a month, it was almost finished, and he was actually content with what he had made. Now if only he could find his sheet music and pencil in the newest additions.
The male heaved himself off of the bench and turned to face the rest of the room, eyes scanning the mess strewn about the space. Stacks of boxes littered the floor, with piles of clothes, bags, books, music sheets, packaged food and canned goods taking up residence in between. The man's searching eyes lighted on a particular folder that sat propped against his music theory textbook. There it was. Matt glanced around, wondering if there was a cleared path to get to it, and wasn't surprised when he realized the only clean floor space that he had made ran along the complete opposite side of the room: a pathway he had made that connected the door, the refrigerator, and his mattress. Matt let out a sigh and began the trek across the obstacle-littered room to retrieve the folder.
Despite his limberness at the keys, Matt's sense of balance was almost nonexistent as he waded through the unorganized litter, and seconds of starting off on his journey, the young man had tripped over a stray pair of jeans and was sent sprawling into a box of t-shirts-and-whatever-else-he-had-thrown-into-that-box that had yet to be unpacked from his move.
Cursing loudly, Matt picked himself up and righted the stack, examining his forearm where he was certain a bruise was going to form. Dammit. He really needed to do something about this situation. He had moved in over a year ago! How was it that he had managed this long without all the stuff that was still in these boxes? Did he really even NEED all this stuff? Sighing to himself, the man stepped more gingerly over the remaining obstacles in his way, reaching the folder he had labored to get to. Opening it, he stared at the pages inside, a look of unimpressed agitation leveling his brow line.
"Of course."
Tossing the folder haphazardly across the room in a spray of papers, Matt turned on his heel and clambered over more books and piles of clothes to reach the door. Pocketing the key from the table nearby, he checked his wallet to make sure he had money, then stepped outside and closed the door behind him. He wore a scowl as he stalked down the length of the hallway, not making eye contact with anyone on the floor, stopping only to wait for the elevator to reach his level. He tapped his foot, glowering sulkily at the silver doors that reflected his impatient face back at him. As soon as the doors opened, he came face to face with a small elderly lady, her eyes squinted behind her large, circular glasses. She peered upwards at the tall young man, then her face broke into a beam.
"Why, hello Matthias! Was that you that I was hearing play? I was just downstairs with Eleanor, having an afternoon chat, and we heard music coming from upstairs! We thought that we'd both started going senile, before I remembered that my neighbor on the same floor goes to a music school! I told her, I said, he certainly plays music at home during the day, so it must be him! Although it's not always piano. Don't you also play drums? I think you do, if I'm recalling correctly. Those tend to interrupt my naps. Such a loud noise they make! I wouldn't have guessed that they could cause such a loud commotion! Isn't there a way to make them any quieter? Or could you play any more soothing? Sometimes that guitar of yours makes a very nice sound. Why don't you play it more often? Maybe you could play me a song while I nap! Do you think that you could play me a song if I asked for one? There's this really nice song that I liked to listen to on my record-player, before it broke. I think you would enjoy it, instead of that loud and screechy stuff that you sometimes listen to. How does a guitar even make that sound?"
"It's called an electric guitar, Meredith-"
"Well, it's absolutely useless for anything besides making my hearing aid whine in my ear." The woman, Meredith, paused, seeming to notice for the first time that Matt was trying to slip past her. She fixed him with another elderly-woman smile, preventing him from getting on the elevator until she finished chatting with him.
"Are you going out, Matthias? It's such a beautiful day outside- it might do you some good to get out in the sunshine. You're always wearing such dark clothing, it's a wonder you don't act depressed. The sunlight might help you to bloom!"
"Well, yeah, it must be a good thing I'm heading out then. I really need to get going-"
"Ohh, so you are going outside! Do you have any plans? Are you meeting someone special, hm? A girl, perhaps? What's her name?"
"Meredith, I'm not meeting a girl!"
"Oh! ...Are you meeting a man?"
Matt's face thankfully remained its normal color instead of flushing a livid red as he was expecting, but his eye twitched as he smiled politely at her. "No, Meredith, I'm not meeting a man, either. I'm just going to the store to pick up some more blank sheet music!"
There was a drawn-out silence, during which Meredith smiled complacently to herself, completely ignoring Matt. The young man glanced about, then took a sidestep towards the waiting elevator. At his movement, Meredith turned and waved to him with a wrinkly hand. "Good bye, Matthias dear! It was so pleasant speaking with you. I've got to run along to my apartment and start up the tea. I've got guests coming by later this afternoon. You know, Matthias, you should stop by! I'm sure they would be delighted to meet you! And bring along that man you're meeting, too! I'm sure he's a real charmer." She turned and started back down the hallway, shuffling along with the help of her cane. Matt stared after her, weighing the consequences of strangling her, versus letting her go and having her gossip to her tea party friends about the 'charming man he was meeting.' But by the time he'd decided that strangling would be worth it, the little old lady had already disappeared into her apartment, and Matt was left with no choice but to step into the waiting elevator. He punched the Lobby button and rode down, arms crossed, until the elevator doors open and he was spit out into the lobby.
The young man strode through the outside doors and into the brilliant sunlight, shielding his eyes with his hand until he grew accustomed to the brightness. Squinting through his glasses, he peered down the street in the direction of the supply store. He didn't know where his teacher got the blank sheet music pages from, but maybe the supply store sold them.
He began making his way down the sidewalk, preferring to stick closer to the buildings than to the street. As cars whizzed past, Matt instinctively drew back, a habit that formed after seeing too many instances of raccoon road-kill. The images weren't pretty in general, but to him, they threatened a much more serious message. The notion just hit too close to home for his comfort. Another car rushed by in a blast of wind, and Matt watched it disappear around the corner warily.
Matt froze where he was on the sidewalk, staring in shock at the police station across the street on the next block. What. The fuck. He blinked, wondering if he was imagining things, but the giant polar bear that was lumbering out of the police station's front doors was no figment of his mind. WHAT THE FUCK.
"Okay, that is just too weird." He mumbled, watching the bear disappear into an alleyway. "I'm just going to...keep walking. To the store. And forget that I ever saw a thing."
Matt marched down the sidewalk in the direction that he had been previously heading. "That was very weird, but I'm going to pretend that nothing happened. I'm going to continue with my day. Going to the store. I'm going to the store."
Matt wheeled around on his heel and dashed across the street, slipping up the sidewalk and towards the alley that the bear had gone into. As he rounded the corner, he saw two canines in the alley disappear over the top of a fence that blocked the end. Where had the bear gone? And would it try to hurt the dogs?
...Who the hell was he kidding? That wasn't a real polar bear. Matt smacked his forehead before darting into the alley after them. Polar bears didn't live in the city. It had to be a shapeshifter, like himself. The dogs would be fine, as long as they- oh, right, of course.
By this time, Matt had neared the fence and had climbed a few crates to peer above the fence. There was only one dog, and a previously unaccounted-for woman. Of COURSE two dogs wouldn't go down an alley after a polar bear that didn't even belong there. Of COURSE they, too, were shapeshifters. What else was he expecting?
Rolling his eyes, Matt slunk back down the crates and glanced around before shifting into his raccoon form. Scampering over to the grimy wall, he pulled his fluffy self up the fire escape ladder and skittered up the flights of stairs, taking the metal landing across the top of the fence and above the gathered party of shapeshifters. There, he perched himself on the edge of the metal-grid stairs on the second level, watching the exchange of words below him with interest.
OOC|| Two thousand fifty four words. :3
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Post by Aria ! on Mar 27, 2010 21:13:49 GMT -5
Wonderful. Not only was he being trailed, but he was being trailed by something he really, really hated; dogs. Gag him with a spoon before you put him in a room with dogs. It was probably one of those natural things, where Polar Bears were hunted in Alaska and what not with dogs, etcetera etcetera.
Two dogs leaped over the fence after him, though one shifted mid air. Which told him that the other was just a dog. A normal, stupid, savage dog. He hated them. He watched the older woman with very little interest. Until she spoke to him, and he realized she was a cop.
"I'm sure they'll tell me exactly what happened when I get to the station, but I figured I'd be a bad cop if I didn't check something suspicious out when it passed right in front of me."
"Shit... Is it suspicious of someone to return a lost child to the police station? I don't know what kind of cop would think that, or bring some vicious death hound with her while following an innocent bystander." Ikusa growled menacingly, criticizing the cop and heavily insulting her. She was a combination of three of his least favorite things; Cops, Dogs, and Older Women.
He twitched his ear as he heard small claws scratching and ticking against metal. He looked in the direction of the sound; up to the left, and found a Raccoon.
"But I guess I'm not innocent, and I am pretty suspicious, aren't I?" Ikusa smirked, shifting into his bear form and towering over the police woman and her dog. At his full height on his hind legs, he could reach high enough to touch nose to nose with the raccoon if he needed to. He only lumbered close though, his head hovering several inches away from the raccoon.
"Are you food or are you gonna talk, Raccoon? I can smell the human on you; Just who are you exactly, and why were you watching me or her or us or whatever?" Ikusa asked, not really threatening the Raccoon, though he could snap it in half if he wanted to. For now, that prey was out of his reach and human, so he'd leave it alone.
ooc:// note for the records; female.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Apr 7, 2010 23:16:59 GMT -5
"Shit... Is it suspicious of someone to return a lost child to the police station? I don't know what kind of cop would think that, or bring some vicious death hound with her while following an innocent bystander." Said the kid, his tone almost making Nikkie's eyebrow twitch. Another bratty kid who hated the cops. Great. And badmouthing Lyx was going to get him nowhere, except trouble. Lyx was not a vicous death hound. He was a trained professional polive dog. There was a big difference.
"But I guess I'm not innocent, and I am pretty suspicious, aren't I?" he added with a smirk before Shifting again; this caused Nikkie to grit her teeth and keep her face politely blank.
"Just a bit, I'm afraid." She replied, knowing he could understand her. Stony gray eyes following his line of vision, Nikkie looked up at the fire escape stairs and almost wanted to groan. Great. A raccoon.
Glancing down at Lyx for a moment, she placed her hand on top of his head between his head. "Do we have another Shifter, Lyx?" She asked softly, knowing she could be heard by the polar bear and raccoon easily but not caring. Lyx barked lowly with a small nod of his head, having been able to smell the human scent on the raccoon.
Nikkie nodded in understanding before Shifting back into her Rottweiler form and sitting back on her haunches, her head tilted back so that she could see the bear and raccoons' faces better. "Seeing as how it's rather hard to talk to animals when you're a human, I figured it'd be easier if I just Shifted. Also, would you mind tell me who you are and why you're here, raccoon?" Locking her eyes on the out of place bear, Nikkie started talking again. "So. You were taking some little kid to the station. Care to tell me where you found the kid?" She asked, her tone polite but clipped. It wasn't like she thought he molested the kid or anything; oh no, she just needed to find out where he found the kid. And why the kid was there in the first place.
It would also help to find out why he was so calm about Shifting in front of people. He was going to give away the secret about Shifter's if he wasn't more careful. That, more than anything, would make Nikkie want to slap him.
If he gave up their secret because of his lack of caring, she'd had some serious problems with him.
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Post by Alex on Apr 26, 2010 19:51:54 GMT -5
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[scrolly:h(333),w(262),sy] Matt watched the exchange below him. His small black ears pricked and swiveled as he tried to piece together their conversation. Something about a kid being dropped off at the police station? His beady eyes stared inquisitively at the woman who stood next to her dog; she seemed very formal and short in her words and attitude. Very down-to-earth; concise, to-the-point...she definitely fit into the role of the cop. And this kid, here...He turned his eyes back to the strangely-white-haired boy who had stood in the alley just a moment ago, and nearly squeaked in fear when he came face to face with the huge white head of the polar bear. Backing up a step on the metal fire escape, Matt fluffed up his fur and huddled into himself, watching the beast cautiously.
"Are you food or are you gonna talk, Raccoon? I can smell the human on you; Just who are you exactly, and why were you watching me or her or us or whatever?" The bear rumbled, tone almost lazy and relaxed. Its laid-back words didn't do anything to ease Matt's nerves, though, and he flattened his ears in a small warning.
The woman took his attention as she easily shifted back to a Rottweiler, then sat next to her canine companion. "Seeing as how it's rather hard to talk to animals when you're a human, I figured it'd be easier if I just Shifted." She offered by way of explanation, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Also, would you mind telling me who you are and why you're here, raccoon?"
If he could, Matt would have groaned. All this sudden attention; it wasn't exactly wanted. He might have considered scrambling back down the fire escape over the fence, but he figured that either the polar bear or one of the two dogs would have an easy time of cornering him once he jumped down on the other side.
Giving up on his escape plan, Matt turned back to the trio, shifting his weight so that he was more comfortable on the metal grid. "I'd rather NOT be food, thanks," he grumbled with a glance at the polar bear's jaws, which were too close for comfort. He made no visible indication that they frightened him, however; he had the feeling that the bear was almost completely complacent and wouldn't want to hurt him. Unless provoked, perhaps. But Matt didn't intend to do anything of the sort.
"And that was rather considerate of you to Shift, Rottweiler Woman. The name's Matt, and I'm here because I saw two dogs chase a polar bear into an alley in the middle of a city. Naturally, I was curious." [/scrolly] |
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Post by Aria ! on Apr 28, 2010 16:19:57 GMT -5
"So. You were taking some little kid to the station. Care to tell me where you found the kid?"
"No, I don't think I do." The bear said, looking over his shoulder at the dog.
"I'd rather NOT be food, thanks," The tone the raccoon used bugged him a little, but he let it slide. Raccoons were stubborn creatures to begin with, but then, so were polar bears.
"And that was rather considerate of you to Shift, Rottweiler Woman. The name's Matt, and I'm here because I saw two dogs chase a polar bear into an alley in the middle of a city. Naturally, I was curious." Ikusa snickered.
"Rottweiler woman? Nice one, Matt." He chuckled. For some reason, Ikusa had always thought of being called by your shift or gender was degrading and insulting, so he found it funny when Matt called the police girl that. It was like to insults in one! He snickered once again.
Then, still rather offset by the dogs being so close, he decided he would get above their heads. Literally. Taking advantage of his height in his shifted form, he held on to the fire escape, one paw on a bar just above the first. Then he shifted back to his human form, still clinging to the bars. It was a simple task to just hang there, but that was uncomfortable. He lifted himself up the rest of the way on to the escape, climbed over the bars, and sat lazily on the stairs above the raccoon.
"Well, I guess I can't eat you now, huh Matt?" Ikusa chuckled down at the raccoon. She still could, yes, but she doubted that the flavor or experience would be as good in human form as it was in bear.
"Cop lady, I really don't have to tell you anything. I didn't do anything wrong and besides; I don't really follow laws or rules or whatever anyway. If I do, then that's because I don't care enough to break them." Ikusa said, sticking his tongue out at the cop. Man, did he hate cops. Why? He wasn't really sure. Nothing in his history to make him hate cops except that they had the same kind of suit as the social workers did, and he hated the social workers more than most things on the planet.
"Psst. Raccoon. I mean Matt. My name's Ikusa. Don't tell the cop, though." Ikusa said, grinning at the raccoon and whispering, knowing full well that the cop could probably still hear him. "If she causes trouble for my Aunt, I might have to hurt her. Well, same for you, actually." The boy said, sort of playing it over in his head. Yup. He'd hurt anyone who messed with his Aunt. She's the only one who didn't pressure him to act more like a girl, and actually just accepted who he was. He didn't like girls, and didn't like being one. So for all intents and purposes, he was a man. He just lacked one of their organs, was all.
ooc:// ...girl. blahblahblah.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on May 12, 2010 21:18:00 GMT -5
"No, I don't think I do." Said the irritating kid stubbornly, making Nikkie want to growl. She had to work hard not to pin her ears back and draw her lips up, physically forcing her hackles to stay down. God, did that kid rub her wrong.
"And that was rather considerate of you to Shift, Rottweiler Woman. The name's Matt, and I'm here because I saw two dogs chase a polar bear into an alley in the middle of a city. Naturally, I was curious." Said the raccoon politely, Nikkie nodding her head
"Matt, thank you for being cooperative. My name, however, is not Rottweiler Woman. I'm Officer O'Hara." She said politely, a slight hint of annoyance in her tone. She did her best to keep it out of her voice, being on-duty and all.
The cop shook her head mentally; this was a waste of time. She wasn't going to get anything out of the damn kid no matter what she said. Deciding to leave, the Rottweiler began to open her mouth to speak only to be cut off my the bear. "Cop lady, I really don't have to tell you anything. I didn't do anything wrong and besides; I don't really follow laws or rules or whatever anyway. If I do, then that's because I don't care enough to break them." He said quite suddenly, making Nikkie just barely suppress a growl. "Psst. Raccoon. I mean Matt. My name's Ikusa. Don't tell the cop, though." Nikkie felt her nose and lips twitch, her powerful jaws clenched almost to the point of pain. "If she causes trouble for my Aunt, I might have to hurt her. Well, same for you, actually."
Nikkie didn't know how she did it, but she somehow managed to keep from snarling and snapping at Ikusa right then and there. Her hard gray eyes were narrowed furiously, but that was the only indication to her inner rage. "If you would let me talk, Ikusa, you would know that I've been trying to excuse myself for the past minute or so. It's not worth my time or energy to hang around here when I could be doing something more worthwhile." She said coldly, her patience stretched thin.
Lyx looked around lazily as Nikkie spoke with the two Shifters, the dog not really caring what happened so long as Nikkie wasn't put in danger. His tall ears twitched lightly, picking up sounds as they were created, and he lackadaisically registered the various scents that were drawn slowly into his nostrils. There was nothing unusual, bar the polar bear and raccoon of course, but he did faintly pick up the scent of a wolf.
Blinking, he drew the air into his powerful nose a little more forcefully, filling his lungs with the air, before releasing it in a great huff and rising to his paws. He trained one ear on Nikkie and her unwilling companions and the other on the sound of steady, soft footfalls and the faint clacking of hard nails against the concrete.
Trotting a little ways away from Nikkie, and inevitably drawing some of her attention away from her 'suspects', he sniffed the air again only for his eyes to narrow and his tail to rise stiffly. He recognized that scent. It was none other than the ever elusive wolf, Trinell.
Oh, how he and his partner hated that wolf. Despite their knowing she was a thief and stole from people almost methodically, they could never get the evidence to prove it. She was too good, too smart. She knew how to cover her tracks perfectly, which did nothing but make the two officers' hate for her grow more.
Lips drawing back lightly, Lyx growled a low, deep growl. "It's that damned wolf again, Nikkie." He spat quietly, Nikkie's floppy ears perking and her eyes narrowing.
"Again? I swear that damn wolf gets a kick out of this." She growled, rising to her paws swiftly. "Good day, Matt and Ikusa." She said stiffly, just barely inclining her head before backing away from the fence a little with Lyx. In time with each other, they took off and leaped over the fence, heading for the edge of the alley.
Trinell trotted calmly into their view in her wolf form, a small knapsack with what smelled like liquor inside it. She glanced at them curiously, the bag hanging from her jaws, before her ears perked and she wagged her tail a little. "Hey, if it isn't Officer Nikkie and Officer Lyx! I'd love to stay and chat, but I have something to deliver to a friend. Tootles~!" She said around the short straps, winking the emerald eye that was framed by a long scar before taking off suddenly.
"God dammit, Trinell! Get your ass back here!" Snarled Lyx, both Nikkie and himself taking off as fast as they could after they swift wolf. They left Ikusa and Matt behind quickly, not even caring about what happened with them anymore.
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