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Who: Richard Locke (Karl Aurion), Colette Brunel, Romsca
When: May 24
Where: The high school and surrounding area.
What: A Vermedi sighting and then some.

[Another day, another bunch of tests to grade. Richard sighs softly as he exits the building and starts towards his car. It isn't that the grades will be bad, it's just that grading tests is a hassle. Some students possess penmanship that would make a chicken cry while others have tests that appear to be classified military files with how crossed out they are. Ah well, at least he didn't have any paperwork or the like to fill out today. It's a minor blessing that will let him relax upon getting home. Yes, a nice and calm eve--

...What the hell is that?! Any idea of going home gets stopped dead in its tracks upon spotting that... thing. The surprise is shortly replaced by suspicion, as evidenced by the narrowing of his eyes. Just what on earth is that?]

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[ Stella was having a nice, relaxing snooze on the sill of a window in Lyall's bio class. She had been accompanying Lyall to school more often at her own request. Even a surly creature like her knew what would happen if someone was cooped up for too long by their lonesome. Cabin fever wasn't the strangest idea to cross her mind.

Right now, she's waiting for Lyall to come back from some errand while watching teachers disperse to their cars and back home. Or... she's watching this particular teacher making an attempt, anyway. She spots him halting in the middle of the partking lot for no particular reason. Huh. She gives the area a casual scan, then refocuses her eyes as she sees - something, something small - dash between the cars. She starts up onto her paws, but narrows her own eyes. What in blazes...? ]

[Instantly giving it chase would have been ideal and had almost happened. Almost. Instead, a sudden, if odd memory of sorts coupled with a feeling of nausea momentarily overwhelms him. It succeeds in taking away precious chasing seconds. Whatever this sick feeling is, never again does he want to experience it. Ugh, to say it's horrible would be an understatement.

Despite the protests of his stomach, Richard forces himself to focus and follow after that creature. It had dashed over under that car standing over there. Slowly and carefully, he makes his way towards the vehicle. Whatever it is, scaring it by quick movements might either scare it or provoke it. Avoiding either scenar-- ah, there it goes and bolts under more cars! Whatever this is, it's slippery. With a wry frown, he gives it chase.]

[ After she sees the man wobble, but continue his chase, Stella's curiosity is sufficiently piqued. She scampers over to the latch on the screen window, popping it open wide with her nose before slipping out. She'd make her apologies (read: complete lack of regrets) to Lyall later. Right now, she's on an adventure.

She makes her way to the first line of cars before seeing the small flash of whatever that small dark thing was again. She nearly trips over her own paws as a strange sensation passes over her - a ripple? A wave? Whatever it was, it made her nervous, but inquisitive... Was the man feeling the same things? She lengthens her stride as much as she can and lopes to the second row of cars. One more and she'll be in the same aisle of cars as the man and the small otherbeast. ]

[ Colette is just headed home from one of the last days of classes, minding her own business as she goes, not paying much mind to what's going on around her. Rather than go straight home she's decided to head past the schools to go to some of the shops, she heard there was a sale, so that's why she's traipsing her way past the High School.

She doesn't notice anything odd herself so she's blissfully unaware of the pursuit going on. ]

[A run through the parking lot eventually leads the chase near some buildings. The creature vanishes around a corner and Richard comes to a halt right before rounding it. Noises were coming from that direction. He presses his back up against the wall before carefully peering around it. Something seems to be behind that mail box. Is it the creature? Possibly. Is it dangerous? Also possibly.

That last thought causes Richard to reach down and pull out the small gun strapped right above his boot. The weapon, though small, still served well as a means of protection.

Wait, it sounds as though it's coming back towards him. Perfect. What Richard fails to notice is that the creature had gotten away and the approaching footsteps weren't any more monstrous than his own.

Sadly, this realization doesn't come and he's readying himself for the attack. On the count of three, he'd try to get a jump on it.

One.

Two and...

Three! Springing around the corner with gun pointed directly ahead at whatever thing this is!]

[ At three, Stella also finds herself coming to a halt. Unfortunately, ferrets are not as nimble coming from a full run to a full halt as tall university lecturers are, and a full halt means that she's now tumbling nose over tail and rolling to a stop about a yard behind the man's heel. She lies there in a heap, her head craning around to see what the hold up was. Isn't the little beast going to get away at this rate? ]

[ When something jumps out in front of her she gives a little jump of surprise herself, though when she spots the gun she drops her bag and throws her hands in front of her face, as though that'll do something. ]

Aaahh!! It's all right, you can take my stuff, just please don't shoot!

[ Oh gosh, a mugger, a real mugger with a gun and everything!! In the middle of the day?! ]

I won't tell anyone about this, I promise!!!

[The noise behind him gets little notice (for now) due to the scared to death girl in front of him. Oh, well, that's definitely not a weird creature. Whoops. Richard's just going to lower the gun and sigh and hope he hasn't traumatized her for life.]

I have no intention of mugging you and I apologize for startling you.

[Scaring to death seems more accurate than starling really, but details details. The gun doesn't get put away yet because of that small noise from earlier. A quick glance over his shoulder reveals... a ferret? Richard blinks. What even...?]

[ Great. Human formalities. Stella found the ritual apologies and explanations that one had to go through to be a civilized member of tallbeast society tedious at best and deliberately unhelpful at worst. She rolls back on her feet and chuffs a bit, making a cursory check to see if both of these humans had any reason to harm her, then goes to scamper right next to the shorter newcomer, head turning left and right, craning to catch any trace of the strange little creature. No luck yet, though. ]

[ She peeks from between her fingers, totally unaware of Stella romping around her ankles quite yet because UM DUDE WITH GUN. ]

You're not a mugger?

[ That seems to put her more at ease even if she's still a bit on edge. It's not every day someone rounds a corner with a gun to your face. ]

Should I put my hands up?

[ Because he's still pointing the gun around oh no ]

[Wait, this ferret... Isn't this one the same one he'd seen in Lyall's classroom? And just what is it glancing around like that for? A stray thought about it searching for the creature crosses his but it gets brushed aside in favor of, you know, making sure the girl doesn't freak out more than she has.]

I'm not and that won't be necessary.

[Although, speaking of that creature, where had it gone? A quick glance around reveals nothing out of the ordinary. It appears to have gotten away. Damn.]

[ Let's see... a scent? Do these creatures have a scent? Stella puts her snout to the ground and starts sniffing, the unpleasant smell of rubber tires and faded gasoline filling her nose first. Ugh... this wasn't going to help at all, unless the creature smelled of sulfur and rotted meat. Still, with a lack of a better lead, she alternates sniffing the ground and air with crouching with her belly on the parking lot, checking for any signs of movement.

Wait - was that a flash of movement over there? She lurches forward, then reigns herself back and narrows her eyes. Let's all just calm down here. Chasing after every shadow only to catch unwitting bystanders won't help anyone. After a beat, she looks up at the taller human, maybe a little accusingly. Hello? Done with the pleasantries yet? The nerve of some tallbeasts! ]

[ Colette remains blissfully unaware, bending down to scoop up her things, still a little wary but calmed from before. So it had been an accident... well, he looked like a kind man, he probably hadn't mean tot scare her! ]

Oh... all right. I'm sorry!

[ Though what she's apologizing for isn't exactly clear, seeing as she hadn't done anything. ]

I'm Colette.

[ She gives a little laugh, her shoulders dropping. ]

Um, if it's all right to ask, what were you doing...?

[Why is she apologizing? And is the ferret... giving him a dirty look?Rather than dwelling on all things wrong with everything, Richard takes a deep breathe and follows that up with a sigh.

Might as well introduce himself, as well. Not being rude only feels proper after what just happened.]

I am Richard Locke, a chemistry teacher at the local high school.

[The last part got tacked on to further help Colette relax. People tend to relax when they know the person in front of them is a teacher and not a robber or whatever else, right?]

I had been chasing a [...Strange creature really wouldn't be an appropriate word in this case, would it?] suspicious person fleeing the school grounds.

[ Oh, forget this. Stella is skip hopping away in chase of that little flash of movement she saw earlier. Go and be civil, you two. She's got a little black pipecleaner man to chase. ]

[ She gives a small squeak as Stella hops away, jumping in alarm, thinking that a rat just dashed by her as opposed to a cute ferret. ]

What was that?!

[ The gun is more or less forgotten as she watches in the direction of Stella's pursuit. ]

And... where is it going?

[The furball really did seem annoyed just now. Definitely not entirely normal ferret behavior...]

A ferret and I'm not certain.

[If nothing else, letting Lyall's ferret run around only to get hit by a car is reason enough to chase it. Whether or not it is actually sentient? Who knows. If talking cats exist, the same can happen with ferrets.

Although, leaving Colette here alone might be a bad idea with that creature around. It may be long gone, it may not and risking a girl's safety simply would do. Two heads might be better than one when following a ferret, too.]

I know I've little right to ask this of you after what happened, but would you assist me in catching it? I'm fairly certain I know the owner.

Edited 2013-08-09 14:40 (UTC)

[ oh no you two don't. she's just lost sight of the little movement that she had spotted before, but she'll catch up to it again given some time. not that she's aware that they're about to give chase - she was too impatient to linger and listen to them uniting forces, and she honestly didn't think the two would give her a second thought - but once she catches on, she'll start avoiding them too.

night now, though, she's alert to the movements of anything under knee height. she's about three car rows away from where they originated, between two sedans, scanning between the tires for movement, her tail curling a bit at the end. if she could just... kill it........ ]

Oh, a ferret? How adorable!

[ She turns to try to spot her, but can't really pinpoint her location, so she turns back to Karl. ]

Sure, Mr. Locke! I wouldn't mind at all. Let's see... I think it went this way.

[ She begins to follow after Stella, peeking around, looking for any movement. ]

About that suspicious person... do you think they're still around here?

[Richard joins in their little ferret search. Truthfully speaking, it's possibly also a monster hunt, as well. Maybe it's gone, but getting a good look around couldn't hurt.]

I'm not certain. Whoever they were, their skill at throwing off pursuers is admirable.

[If irksome. Maybe letting people escape happens, but it doesn't get any less annoying when it happens.]

[ Person is a little too kind for that sort of creature, but Stella is far beyond earshot and will not be able to contribute to the conversation. Not that she could, you know, do so anyway, but she would if she could. Oh, she would.

In the meantime, she's going to take a hesitant dart out into the middle of the two lines of cars, hopping from paw to paw, keeping her momentum up. Hell's teeth, it's like trying to find a snowflake in an ice machine--

Wait that was it. She sees a flash of black near the entrance to the lot. That was totally it. Throwing all caution to the wind, she hightails it towards it and also potential incoming traffic. ]

[ She continues to search for the ferret, poking her nose here and there. Something sounds like a little critter running around...

Ah! What was that?

She turns her head and stares toward the entrance to the lot, staring a little before pointing. ]

Is that it?

[As soon as his head turns in the same direction as Colette's, a small swear can't help but escape Richard. Yes, he catches the glimpse of the black thing (adding to the thought that perhaps the ferret really is chasing it); more importantly, he gets a nice full few of a ferret about run into the path of an oncoming car.

Rather than consider whether or not the potential ferret tragedy might or might not be avoidable, Richard sprints towards it with all the intent to grab it. Long legs plus years of chasing down bad guys are truly a godsend. Once within grabbing distance, the opportunity doesn't get wasted and Richard reaches for it.]

[ A swing... and a hit! Well, a grab, anyway, as Stella's legs start kicking air instead of concrete. Hells and bilgewater! She starts wiggling around as hard as she can, trying to crane her neck to spot the creature - no - no. Off it goes. She chitters and cranes her head nearly upside down in an attempt to nail him with a glare that could melt steel. If that was the only chance they were ever going to get to catch one of those things, dead or alive, she will curse him until the end of her days.

Now, if only she could communicate that. She sighs a loud ferret sigh. ]

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