Application: Jurassic Park Velociraptor
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
Velociraptor's only answer is a low snarl. She leans in, as if to sniff Mickey, but doesn't attack.
Yet.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
Velociraptor hisses at the Cat, halfway between angry and predatory. She starts to turn in circles, sizing the Cat up as though preparing to pounce.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
If the continued pacing and the hissing noises are any indicator, the dinosaur would probably disembowel him with her huge claws. And then eat him, of course.
She looks both hungry and unhappy, at any rate.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Velociraptor seems to have determined that Mickey isn't worth attacking. Maybe it's his size, or the fact that a two-dimensional object looks utterly bizarre to her gaze. Or maybe she's just biding her time. Whatever it is, she's stopped making noises for now.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Velociraptors don't like chocolate. They like blood.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
Her resumed hissing could mean that she likes ninjas and monkeys. Maybe? Hopefully?
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
This time, the dinosaur actually *does* attempt to pounce on Mickey, only to begin hissing and growling furiously when it doesn't actually work. Still, the answer is a definitive yes.
She goes quiet and tries to find some place to crouch down ...
((ooc: So, uh. This application is pretty much monorail bait. Come poke the vicious dino! She will almost certainly try to attack, though, so be warned.))
Velociraptor's only answer is a low snarl. She leans in, as if to sniff Mickey, but doesn't attack.
Yet.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
Velociraptor hisses at the Cat, halfway between angry and predatory. She starts to turn in circles, sizing the Cat up as though preparing to pounce.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
If the continued pacing and the hissing noises are any indicator, the dinosaur would probably disembowel him with her huge claws. And then eat him, of course.
She looks both hungry and unhappy, at any rate.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
Velociraptor seems to have determined that Mickey isn't worth attacking. Maybe it's his size, or the fact that a two-dimensional object looks utterly bizarre to her gaze. Or maybe she's just biding her time. Whatever it is, she's stopped making noises for now.
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
Velociraptors don't like chocolate. They like blood.
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
Her resumed hissing could mean that she likes ninjas and monkeys. Maybe? Hopefully?
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
This time, the dinosaur actually *does* attempt to pounce on Mickey, only to begin hissing and growling furiously when it doesn't actually work. Still, the answer is a definitive yes.
She goes quiet and tries to find some place to crouch down ...
((ooc: So, uh. This application is pretty much monorail bait. Come poke the vicious dino! She will almost certainly try to attack, though, so be warned.))