Critterz!

[mm_leesha]

Aside from the official rules, there are a lot of handy guidelines that get passed down to new patrons of the Bar at the End of the Universe. Things like "don't eat any food you didn't order," "don't go outside on the night of the full moon," and "don't fuck with the Oompa-Loompas

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[mm_prouvaire]

Mohinder, being the scientific sort, would probably have tried out that chair even if he did know what it was going to do. As it is, even once he's sprouted four foxy little paws and a bushy tail, he doesn't really panic. At least his mind is still intact, which has to count for something.

And this can't be permanent. Can it? That just wouldn't be fair.

He glances nervously around, pointy little fox muzzle twitching as he sizes everyone else up. Good. He's not the only one.

[makes_me_tick]

No, he's not the only one. Gabriel had been pretty careful around the bar, but no- he was not expecting a chair to turn him into an animal.

Ah, well. He felt comfortable in this new skin, even though he doesn't have his powers. That was cause for momentary panic, but passed as he realized this couldn't be permanent.

He wanders by the tiny fox and stops to grin at it, This could be fun.

[mm_prouvaire]

Said tiny fox is more observant as a fox than he is as a human, and he happens to have noticed who was sitting down in that chair before he was hyenafied.

He bares his fangs and snarls. Let's see you try to pin me to a ceiling now, Sylar.

The elation at thinking they might be evenly-matched this way is short-lived, though, when he remembers that a hyena's jaws can crush bone. Somehow he doesn't think his sharp little needle teeth are going to be much of a threat. But he never likes to show weakness or uncertainty in front of Sylar, and now is no different.

He opens his mouth as if to shout, or threaten, but all he's capable of right now is barking. It's embarrassing.

[makes_me_tick]

Gabriel growls a little, mostly just to try it out (and partially to try and speak), and he finds that he can control his voice very well. His growl runs from low and warning to a high-pitched laugh that he cuts off quite quickly.

He prowls around the fox, taking leisurely steps. And then he stops to yawn. Impressive teeth, no?

[mm_prouvaire]

The fox manages, somehow, to look contemptuous. Of course Sylar's going around posturing ridiculously. Well, if Mohinder can't fight him, he'll just have to do his best to sit still and not look too frightened. Sylar seems to have some kind of aversion to doing him any permanent damage.

But then, he has no proof that Sylar knows who he is right now. That could be a problem.

He stares very pointedly up at the ceiling, and then back at the hyena, trying to arrange his fox features into a derisive scowl.

[makes_me_tick]

These gestures seem familiar. He wonders about it, but he doesn't know until it looks up at the ceiling. Well, isn't that a lucky coincidence. Gabriel continues to grin at him, stalking towards the fox.

Of course he doesn't hurt the little fox, but instead he lays down near him with a graceful flop, which Gabriel is somehow capable of.

[mm_prouvaire]

Mohinder jumps up and scrambles away with a sharp, angry yip, claws skidding on the tiled floor. (It'll take him some time to get used to those.)

He shouldn't give Sylar the satisfaction of aggravating him, he knows that, and he doesn't want to, but he can never seem to help himself. Every time he sees the man, his temper flares hotly up until he can force it back under control.

He stares at the hyena, clearly thinking deeply. Sylar's reflexes are a force to be reckoned with no matter what form he's in, and right now the disparity between their sizes is a definite issue. But there's no telekinesis to contend with, and these canine teeth are sharp. If he were to lunge, not giving Sylar time to react, and clamp teeth down on his throat...he wouldn't be able to regenerate.

Still, it's dangerous. Mohinder isn't sure he should risk it. He just hovers warily, teeth still bared.

[makes_me_tick]

Gabriel looks up with a lazy eye. He's ready to play, but he won't start it. He knows Mohinder will.

So instead he will roll on the floor with a low, contented growl. He's keeping one eye pretty focused on the fox but he's trying not to show it.