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Sko was very gentle with the boy, a thing that did not go unnoticed. He liked it; he liked her. It was not hard to win Lonomia's affection, but it was also not hard to earn disdain from him. "Iruka", "fine", and "tired" was what he understood, and it was enough. "Sko," he said as he wiggled his fingers, maximizing the new sensation. With his other hand he patted his own chest, immitating the girl above, "Lonomia."

Sko smiled at the strange boy, he was like a child. Adorable in a way. She would not let herself get attached but surely she would enjoy playing with the boy.

She nodded "How old?" She asked. just the clarify she added, "How many years?" She patted her chest again. "Nineteen. One, nine."

The string of different wasy to communicate did indeed help the boy to understand. He would not have understood if Sko had used any one of the questions alone, but he could piece together what she wanted with all three. He again patted his chest, mimicing Sko, when he realized that he did not know the word for "thirteen". He could only count to ten. "Ten-three," he improvised, "ten-three years." Lonomia smiled wide, teeth flashing, antifreeze green eyes sparkling at the feel of another's skin and a voice he could understand.


((We are setting for home now; I don't know how long it will take to get there, Monday at the latest. Sorry, everyone sad ))

Sko beamed. Very good. He lacked vocabulary but he was smart, and if she talked to him often he would catch on very soon. She nodded at him "Very good, Lonomia." She nodded at him. "I teach you words. You will learn to talk, yes?"

((Forgot about her for a moment XD))

Panther squirmed underneath Hiccadu, but the weight was impossible. It was over and she was caught, but her mind rebelled against the current scene. I have to stay out for John! she lamented, pushing against Hiccadu with her child legs.

She pulled her good wing out from under her and beat against Hiccadu frantically, uselessly. It was a pathetic attempt to escape or distract the monster, and it obviously wouldn't work.

Jared watched in annoyance a few feet away, ready to move on to the next step in the find-and-detain mission. "Hiccadu, keep it still for a minute," he said, moving closer with netting and rope. The net was for her wings; the rope for the rest of her. There was no room in Jared's car for a cage, but the trunk would work fine for now. Panther couldn't get out and she wouldn't suffocate, at least.

Panther screamed, her strength doubling as Jared walked closer. It was the rope she was afraid of; she didn't want to be caught, so close to freedom!

"You're one of us!" Panther cried, looking up at Hiccadu with wild, frightened eyes. "You don't take orders from that dog! Help us, we're your family, not them!"

"Let's get going already," Jared growled, watching the scene with increasing irritation. The little girl's high-pitched pleading was giving him a headache.

"Ah, I see. Well I'm sorry, but your smokey smell is a bit distracting. Don't you have something to cover that up?" Devon said to 'Smoke'. He then noticed John wake up. "Oh, he's up. Good".

The sound of Apsalar's scratching bugged him again. "Do I need to cut your fingers off?" he asked her as he leaned down towards her. When she began chewing on the surveilance hose, he slapped her.

(( Panthers swearing made me giggle lol Awesome I am totally going to say that to someone. "You live in an ash-hole! You hole!"

Bump for Miinefield))

((OOC: My computer just had the weirdest mini-crash in recorded history while I was attempting to post here earlier. So...let's try this again.))

Apsalar merely stared blandly at Devon, and kept right on scratching at the metal table. She wouldn't have stopped even if she was entirely aware of it. It just felt right, and if it bothered him, well, that was just too damn bad. It bothered her that he was cutting her open, and if she had to put up with it, he could put up with her scratching.

This wasn't precisely a normal thought process for Apsalar - drawing blood from Yani had given her a brief spurt of courage. Let Devon hurt her. She could take it. She had taken it before. As long as she could manage it, she'd try to protect John, who was injured and might not be able to handle the pain as well as she could right now. Obviously, the best way was to continue being as irritating and thus as desirable to punish as possible.

When Devon slapped her, she blinked once or twice, and then her lips curved into a wide, mildly psychotic smile. And she kept right on chewing on the hose. It actually didn't taste too bad - kind of plasticky, but not awful. And she was almost through it. If he tried to pull the surveillance hose out of her mouth now, she was just going to clamp down on it. It would be hellish to try and get it loose from those dingo teeth.

Not that she didn't expect him to try.