Planning on dragonhaven very soon, now that OCs are allowed!

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[Dear mun, this is the look of a girl who really doesn't like what you're thinking.]

You...you're serious about this, aren't you? There's no way that it could end well for anyone involved, not for me, a-and not for anyone I might meet there, especially not at this time of year!

Couldn't you send one of the girls from that other universe instead?

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[HOW WOULD YOU WALK OFF POTENTIALLY FREEZING TO DEATH they are until she touches them :<]

I'm not really sure if that would be such a good idea!

[That came out a little more forcefully than intended. To be fair, though, she reeeeeally doesn't want to have to go punching frostbite into anybody.]

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[Well, not being able to move her legs might be a problem.

She shrugs instead.]

That's how we solve problems, not-beorc.

[Though one of Raisa's ears flick back anyway.]

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It's not how I solve problems, though. I'd rather try to ta— [Nina shivers, just a bit, and stops herself from talking quite abruptly when she realizes that she's starting to feel that damnable sense of total discomfort—the first warning sign.]

O-oh, no. Not here, not here...

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[Raisa's ears both flick forwards now.]

Something the ma--

[--aaaand promptly flatten back to her head again as she snorts violently, almost sneezing.]

Ashera's tits you smell weird now!

[LAGUZ HAVE NO WORD FOR ANTIFREEZE but if they did she would probably be describing this new smell that way. But they don't, so she doesn't.

This is a completely unexpected new thing and Raisa is not sure if she likes this new thing.

She probably wouldn't have reacted quite so strongly if she had seen this coming.]

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[How she smells is the last thing on Nina's mind right now; she is suddenly and quite clearly scared far out of her own mind, and Priority Number One is averting the impending disaster or at the very least controlling the damage somewhat.

To that end, she scrambles backward a bit while starting to stammer:] G-get back get back get back get back get back! [She doesn't think to try to explain what could be wrong; for all she could know there might not be time to do so.]

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[When someone said to duck, it was generally a good idea to listen. Raisa hops backwards, but her form changes as she does so; the human skin seeming to smolder with light. The brightness spread, her shape twisted--and a very, very large cat landed without a sound where Raisa had been about to.

The cat has the same ears and tail that Raisa did, so that at least explained the animal bits somewhat. And her eyes were that same teal-blue color.]

...problem?

[Oh, and she talked.

If she still had eyebrows, they would be pretty severely quirked right now. Her ears were doing a decent job at substituting; one perked up, the other turned to the side.]

1/2

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[Nina's eyes are now flickering between their usual blue and a piercing red, and it looks she's almost beginning to struggle with herself.]

TAKE THREE/2

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It's...it's— [She shivers again, this time accompanied by a pained hiss, after which she mumbles some more:] Toocoldit'stoocold!

[Well, that doesn't explain what exactly is happening, though it does explain the cause.]

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[Raisa's tail flicks and she steps forward halfway, as if preparing for a pounce.

...then she relaxes out of that posture with a snort.]

Kitten.

[The big cat pads over with a calm kind of confidence even though she's not as tall as this not-beorc--and headbutts her midsection to make her fall over.

Laguz had a very direct way of dealing with problems.]

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[Nina falls back with a surprised—maybe even panicked—yelp, and while her mind is screaming for her to get back up and try to create more distance before things can actually seriously go wrong, she is already becoming a bit sluggish, and as such instead remains as a blue-and-brown heap on the floor, shivering more frequently.]

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[...this really did remind Raisa of a kitten.

An annoying kitten, one that's wiggled out of the den into mischief while it's still mewling and helpless.

Or yelling, in this case.]

This is going to hurt if you keep squawking.

[And the reason for that would be the big cat grabbing at the scruff of Nina's neck like a cub.

...though beorc don't exactly have scruffs, so instead she grasps at the collar of her shirt.

The idea was initially just to get her out of the way and possibly safe, but mostly out of the way. Beorc squalling was irritating.]

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[The thought running through Nina's mind by now is "oh gods why are you coming closer do not touch do not touch do not touch", but she manages to actually calm somewhat when she realizes that she isn't being grabbed directly.

However, if Raisa's nose brushes the back of Nina's neck—which is at least somewhat likely—the resulting sensation would probably be a strange and ironic one; Nina herself would feel extremely warm to the touch, but at the same time Raisa would probably feel a sudden chilly spike.

On a related subject, Nina's shirt probably feels like it's been sitting in a freezer for ages.]

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[Raisa snorts again when she feels some cold shock go through her nose, though the cat doesn't let go.

This not-beorc felt quite warm anyway, so whatever was she going on about?

Ah well. Out of the way, kitten.]

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[Nina's expresion shifts back to a sort of half-panic when she feels her neck being touched.

As long as that contact is maintained, the warm and cold feelings gradually rise and fall respectively, and it could potentially get to the point where Nina's skin around her neck feels as if its burning and Raisa's nose is the exact opposite. The greater that difference in temperatures becomes, the more-uncomfortable it begins to feel to the girl as it grows from an awkward pinprick feeling something a bit more painful, but at the same she's feeling a (very unwelcome) sense of relief threatening to drown out that pain.

Another warning sign.]

S-stop...!

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[That odd prickling that went through her nose was...odd. But laguz were resilient, so she shrugged it off for a bit.

Then it started to burn. That was bad. Particularly where her nose was concerned; all those extra nerves and delicate tissues and ow.

She drops Nina abruptly, pawing at her own nose with a foreleg.]

Whab yu--[she sneezes]--what did you do?

[Raisa had seen magic before, yes--but usually books of some kind or Ancient Languages were involved. And there were no books here.]

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I-I er... [As inappropriate as the expression is in this present situation, the cat is already damn near out of the bag at this point; she may as well just push the damn thing the rest of the way and attempt to explain what just happened.]

It's...something that just happens. [Hesitation; this is an uncomfortable subject.] When anything touches me, my body just starts stealing the... [Another pause.] ...it steals the warmth from it, and I can't control it. [That would probably explain why her clothes felt so cold when Raisa went to pick her up.] I...can't generate my own.

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[More pawing at the nose while Raisa ponders this.]

You don't look much like a lizard to me.

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I'm not. [It looks like she might be offended, but only a little!] I was told that my mother—my real mother, at least—came from the desert planet. Supposedly, everyone there has this...problem. [That's exactly what she considers this whole temperature thing: a problem.]

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[Hey hey she totally set Raisa's nose n fire first SHE STARTED IT MAN]

Does your nation have a policy of neutrality too?

[Planet was just another word for country, right? Or...the climate of a certain country.

Beorc languages sure were complicated sometimes.]

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[As far as Nina's universe is concerned, the different planets are technically their own nations, so this question is really not at all confusing!] The world I live on...it tries not to get terribly involved in anything, so...I think so.

The one my mother came from, though? I...honestly don't know. Nobody knows too much about it.

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[Next you'll tell her the world is round or something.]

...parentless Goldoan, are you? I wasn't aware the dragons liked the parentless.

[Though it was oddl this not-beorc didn't seem like a Branded or smell like one, just...different. Not laguz, beorc, or Branded, just cold.]

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Huh? [That appeared to confuse her.

And while she still is feeling like it's a little cold here, the unintentional transfer just moments ago stopped it from bothering her as much. At least for now.]

[canhazcookie]

Parentless. What happens when the bloodlines of a laguz and a beorc cross. Branded is the beorc word for it, because they have a mark on them somewhere and beorc only use their weak eyes for naming things.