Aureus Canis - Early Saturday Morning
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xp_logsJennie decides to make the best of her new form. In a rather unique way.
Sometimes, weird or crazy things happened that you have absolutely no control over. And if a person is willing and intelligent enough, they can see that these occurrences for what the are. Opportunities.
Case in point. Jennie was a dog. A big black dog. And she was stuck as a big black dog until the professor could find one very distraught mutant. But until that happened, Jennie had to make do. A couple of years ago, another mutant had found himself in a similar situation and had used the opportunity to his advantage. An incident that Jennie had never forgotten. And the universe had decided to hand her a unique opportunity.
Vengeance, it seemed, was finally at hand.
The plan was simple enough, one awkwardly typed email lead to the suite door being open at a certain time of morning. A certain roommate had been sure to set his alarm so as to aid and abet the mission accordingly. Jennie nosed the door open and padded into the suite with stealth and cunning. The door in question was also gently opened and propped, so that easy access would be gained. Jennie spied her target, and if she had been able, would have rubbed her hands in wicked glee
Whilst conscious, what little space Marius' personality didn't take up found itself occupied by his body. As the ability to express the former was impossible in REM state, the latter seemed intent on compensating for the lack. The Australian was sprawled in the middle of a tangle of sheets, one arm flung out to the side and the other folded across his eyes, whilst the laws of nocturnal drift had slid him close enough to the bed's edge that one bare leg dangled over the side.
Jennie crept closer, body close to the ground. She was almost entirely soundless. She paused a few feet away from the bed and cocked her head, thinking. Marius' ability to sense mutants had not been hampered by her sudden species change. She knew that her mere presence, when unannounced, would make the boy go tense. So this had to be done as fast as possible, in order to keep the element of surprise. With one final wag of her tail, Jennie crouched, and then leapt.
Two paws planted themselves firmly on Marius' chest. Before the boy could react, Jennie gave his cheek one long, rather slobbery, lick.
Unfortunate things happened when one was interrupted mid-snore, one of which being that the startled yelp came out something like "gynaaaack". The full-body jerk was another detail, but at least it had the benefit of throwing off whatever had been standing on his chest. His eyes adjusted just in time to see something large and black fly off his bed, hit the ground and bolt out the door, leaving only the slime on his cheek and a distressed tangle of linen.
Narrowing his eyes, Marius swiped his forearm across his face. Then coughed, as he discovered that at some point he'd managed to inhale a few wisps of undercoat.
Right," muttered the Australian, yanking his leg out of a knot of sheets, "I believe this would be war."
Sometimes, weird or crazy things happened that you have absolutely no control over. And if a person is willing and intelligent enough, they can see that these occurrences for what the are. Opportunities.
Case in point. Jennie was a dog. A big black dog. And she was stuck as a big black dog until the professor could find one very distraught mutant. But until that happened, Jennie had to make do. A couple of years ago, another mutant had found himself in a similar situation and had used the opportunity to his advantage. An incident that Jennie had never forgotten. And the universe had decided to hand her a unique opportunity.
Vengeance, it seemed, was finally at hand.
The plan was simple enough, one awkwardly typed email lead to the suite door being open at a certain time of morning. A certain roommate had been sure to set his alarm so as to aid and abet the mission accordingly. Jennie nosed the door open and padded into the suite with stealth and cunning. The door in question was also gently opened and propped, so that easy access would be gained. Jennie spied her target, and if she had been able, would have rubbed her hands in wicked glee
Whilst conscious, what little space Marius' personality didn't take up found itself occupied by his body. As the ability to express the former was impossible in REM state, the latter seemed intent on compensating for the lack. The Australian was sprawled in the middle of a tangle of sheets, one arm flung out to the side and the other folded across his eyes, whilst the laws of nocturnal drift had slid him close enough to the bed's edge that one bare leg dangled over the side.
Jennie crept closer, body close to the ground. She was almost entirely soundless. She paused a few feet away from the bed and cocked her head, thinking. Marius' ability to sense mutants had not been hampered by her sudden species change. She knew that her mere presence, when unannounced, would make the boy go tense. So this had to be done as fast as possible, in order to keep the element of surprise. With one final wag of her tail, Jennie crouched, and then leapt.
Two paws planted themselves firmly on Marius' chest. Before the boy could react, Jennie gave his cheek one long, rather slobbery, lick.
Unfortunate things happened when one was interrupted mid-snore, one of which being that the startled yelp came out something like "gynaaaack". The full-body jerk was another detail, but at least it had the benefit of throwing off whatever had been standing on his chest. His eyes adjusted just in time to see something large and black fly off his bed, hit the ground and bolt out the door, leaving only the slime on his cheek and a distressed tangle of linen.
Narrowing his eyes, Marius swiped his forearm across his face. Then coughed, as he discovered that at some point he'd managed to inhale a few wisps of undercoat.
Right," muttered the Australian, yanking his leg out of a knot of sheets, "I believe this would be war."
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