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A russet-furred dog was wondering around, doing what dogs do: sniffing things, bounding up to people and trying to play fetch, barking at anything that moves. Just your average, normal dog stuff. Mostly the dog hung around the city, but he also wondered around the corridors and the rest of the ship.

But actually? The dog wasn't really a dog. It was Marco, morphed into an Irish Setter. And, while Marco did find the idea of wondering around and bothering people in dog-morph highly amusing, that was not the only reason he was in this morph. No, the real reason was because as far as Iniss knew now, Jake had a dog. And it was very, very useful to be able to hang around in dog morph whenever they had to deal with Tom and the Yeerk. If Marco wanted to keep the act going? The dog couldn't just show up whenever Jake met with Tom. It'd have to look like there was a real dog that belonged to Jake hanging around. So, 'Cinnabon' needed to make some appearances.

The fact that Marco could have some fun at the same time was just a bonus.

[[ooc: if you'd like threads to happen in a particular place, just let me know where in the subject? Otherwise, I'll probably assume it's a random corridor or something.]]

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Stacy was full of odd scents - but while the dog nose was brilliant, Marco hadn't spent so much time in morph that he was able to identify them all yet. So, Renne's scent didn't immediately leap out at Marco - it was just another bizarre scent in a world of bizarre scents.

But when he saw Renne, Marco paused and eyed it cautiously. Whatever Renne was, he was blue and small and Marco couldn't help but be reminded of the Helmacrons. Okay, so it was still too big and didn't look that much like the Helmacrons, but it'd be just his luck if it turned out that the Helmacrons in fact had some bigger and even more insane distant relatives, and this was one of them.

If it started waving about tiny lasers and demanding that he surrender, Marco was so outta here.

This oddity's not waving anything dangerous. Rather, it's sniffing curiously about and occasionally chirping. To itself? To whatever else might be around it? Who's to say?

It's big ears flick forward and, being perhaps a little bit bolder than it usually might, the blue-thing sniff-crawls its way toward the canine's scent. Canine or lupine, it can't tell yet, so Renne hopes he's not on the menu. He's too stringy, tough and gamy anyway.

Marco watches carefully, not to sure how to respond himself - after that whole incident with the Green Transforming Thing, he's not so eager to start antagonising strange creatures right now.

The fact that it reminds him of Helmacrons really doesn't help.

Maybe if he tries to scare the thing off. He barks at it, just once.

What the?

Now that is a strange sound. Not yet identifying it as possibly threatening, the bluething actually tries to mimic it, parroting back a very...ahem....comical version of a bark. Okay, okay, so it's more like a squeaky yip-yap but don't tell him that.

"Owff!"

Marco turned his head to stare at his. What the hell was this thing? Did it do anything other than make weird noises?

He growled at it, softly. Go...make weird noises or whatever it is that you do somewhere else, whatever the hell you are.

Growls are understood well enough. However, not quite knowing what it is that's got this...dog?...wolf?...ticked off, the blue one drops to sit on the groun right where he is.

"Why yeu do tha-t?"

Right. Reasoning with an animal.

Well, since this animal was really just a human being a dog, reasoning was actually more possible that you might think. Not that Marco would let Renne know that - there was no point in convincing everyone that he was just a normal pet dog if he went around telling people otherwise, after all.

Marco stopped growling - okay, so the thing was at least sentient. And since it was asking questions rather than trying to attack him, it probably wasn't distantly related to the Helmacrons somehow. He hoped.

No more growling. That's a good sign.

A squeak later, the Renne extends a webbed hand/paw forward, palm-side up. Why? He's done that with other animals and even some Humanoids before and had found few ill results. True, there's likely always a level of risk here, but what else can he do? He's not about to turn tail and run!

Marco cocked his head. What, was it expecting him to shake his hand on something?

Technically, he could pretend that he was a dog that had learned shake. Except he hadn't been told to shake, so it wouldn't make sense. So instead, Marco grinned inwardly, and decided to lick the hand.

"Eeee?"

At first, there's a questioning chirp. And then a short succession of giggles. Okay, this is kind of funny, honestly, and after a minute...well, Renne falls to temptation. First, a skritch once he finds an ear. Then a sniff. Then a lick.

Okay, Marco is perfectly happy with ear-scratches, but licks from some strange blue thing? No way!

He completely ignores the hypocrisy of this thought. He growls again, and shoves Renne off.

"Eee!"

Hypocrisy isn't a foreign concept to this one, thus even while he's easily moved away, Sir Canid here gets an indignant little raspberry.

Bet dogs can't do that. Huh?

Hey, he could demorph and do that. If he wanted to. Which he doesn't.

So he just growls again.

Which earns another raspberry. And then...okay, but don't point it out to him that he is unleashing a TINY bit of "Cute".

"Why yeu do tha-t?"

If he were human, Marco would be rolling his eyes right now. Helloooo, currently a dog, remember? Not exactly capable of speech?

He huffed, and turned away. Take that, blue thing!

He can huff too. Hear that?

But, alas, Renne follows down a slightly more sinister path. How? Simply put, the odd little thing creates a very strong scent of steak on/around the vicinity of one hand/paw.

Kill him later.

Marco narrowed his eyes. A normal dog might have been confused, but Marco had the benefit of human intelligence. He could easily tell that there was no meat.

So the blue thing had the ability to manufacture scents, huh? And was a manipulative little bastard too, by the looks of it. Well, two could play at that game. He wanted a dog's reaction to meat? He'll get it.

Jumping up on his feet, he leaped right onto the source of the smell - which just happened to be Renne. Ooops, what an unfortunate coincidence...

"Eeeee!"

Okay, wow. Now there's the big furry growly thing leaping onto the six pound critter. Please, no crushing the critter, yes? Oh, and that steak-smell? It's...not...entirely manipulation. It's more of a prelude but he's not telling that yet.

As far as Marco's concerned? It's him being a sneaky bastard. So have a big dog barking loudly at you, Renne.

He's not scared.

Okay. So he is a little, what with a few thin amber stripes flashing across his skin. However, his expression turns into something one might call "impassive" or "detached".

Something that says "I've met things a lot uglier than you, Mutt."

The barking softened to a growl, as Marco considered the blue thing. He'd definitely noted that expression, and he didn't like the look of those amber stripes. Could they mean this thing was poisonous?

Well, if it was, Marco didn't want to find out. He'd spent enough time messing about: it was time to move on. Besides, he'd been in morph a while. He should head back home and demorph.

He let Renne go, and moved to leave.

"Eee. Noh do tha-t ah-gain, may-bee Rrrr-enne do cook fohrrr yeu."

Chirp. Maybe he'd scared the animal off. Well, he thinks it's an animal but...nevermind. Up Renne rolls and while he doesn't quite turn his back yet, the oddity follows his own scent-trail back the way he'd come.

The blue thing cooks?! Okay, apparently his day wasn't weird enough...

...but, Marco wasn't interested in being potentially poisoned by whatever it was the thing cooks either. So he just keeps running.

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