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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela has brought a rabite with her to the Astral Plane, and is currently attempting to teach it tricks. She's pretty much failing miserably. She dangles a carrot above it. ]

Up! Up! Come on, up!

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[contract_star]

Is that one of the monsters from your world?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, it's the cute one! She grins. ]

Yep. A rabite. They're not always friendly, but this one seems to like people.

[ She looks down at the rabite and sighs. ]

He's not very smart, though.

[contract_star]

[Crouches down to get a better look at the rabite.]

You're trying to train him? Is he your pet, then?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She shrugs. ] It's not every day you find a friendly rabite. I guess I'll keep him if I can manage to hide him.

[contract_star]

[He grins.] I guess there are always exceptions--always an odd one out, right?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

That's a cute pet you have there.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

They're not so cute when there's hordes of them, trust me. This one seems pretty harmless, though.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Hordes? That does sound like they would be a problem. But is this one your pet or something?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

There's a forest full of them that you have to sneak through at night, because they're aggressive during the day. It's kind of a pain.

I guess I'll keep him. He seems to like me more than most rabites do.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Just how aggressive are these thing anyway...? If you have to try and sneak by them they must be pretty bad.

Do you have a name for him?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, what a strange creature! It looks like one of those digital monsters.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

It's not a digital, though. It's a rabite. They're all over the place in my world.

[ She pats it, and it sniffs her hand, looking for another carrot. ]

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[watches it bounce with a very happy smile] Ah! So it's a wild animal then? Not a pet?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Usually, they are, but this one seems to like people. Most the time they just try to take a chunk out of your leg. That's why they're rabites.

[ She sits on the floor, then, and the rabite bounces around her. ]

You can pet him, if you want. He hasn't tried to munch anyone yet.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[sits down near her] He seems very tame. [reaches out and scritches the top of it's head] What do you do with him?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[looks at it, curious, and then whips out his laser screwdriver and starts doing a scan] Excuse me, Miss. [because otherwise it would be Rude]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela blinks at the laser screwdriver ] Hey, hey, what are you doing to my rabite?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

A scan on its biology.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

That's not going to blow it up, right?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Highly unlikely. [flicks the switch again, setting it off, and pockets the screwdriver] Interesting species! Common where you're from?

[noking.livejournal.com]

Tried intimidation?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's not bit me yet. I'm not about to give it a reason to.

[noking.livejournal.com]

Because it looks like it could do so much damage.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but they're little bastards when they want to be. They don't tend to let go once they get their teeth in you.

[noking.livejournal.com]

That's when you show it who's boss.