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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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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.