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Hikari squeals, picking up Courage "Arent you just the sweetest little thing?" The young man said

Saiken sighed.. "Lord Hikari.. please put them down.."

Curiously Abigail peers towards Hikari. "You're so...pretty! I wish my hair would look so perfect." Self consciously she ran a hand through her hair. "Maybe we can braid each other's hair sometime? You seem like you'd be a nice friend!"

The parrot tilted his head quizzically on one side and blinked, scrutinizing Abigail through his cool shades. She seemed a friendly person on the overall, but for some reason... he wasn't sure why... his feathers bristled just so slightly, like when he was around the felines of his pack. It wasn't fear, or even unease - just an instinctual reaction of his bird genes, as natural to him as the familiarity with languages.

And then it stuck him. "Oh... hmm, you have a cat at home by chance?" Realizing how out of the blue that sounded, he smiled. "I'm sorry, it's just for some reason I keep thinking of cats when I look at you. But you don't look like us beastfolks so I thought perhaps you just spend a lot of time around cats and I picked it off you somewhat?"

"Woah! What a nice bird!"

He was smiling, amazed by the colors of the creature, as if he admired a masterpiece somewhere.

"You look great, what is your name? Do you have a owner?"

For a much-needed change, the stitch-skinned gumshoe held his tongue as he entered the social battlefield that was the Forum Games. Taking in all there was of the interaction that came before his, he lowered his brow, glaring at the compact blond-locked jester with a mixed expression. Either that fella had no respect whatsoever for beastfolk, or they were more innocently ignorant than a Kiandros in a democratic get-together. ⠀⠀"Never been outside ya bubble much, I reckon," Randle started off, careful not to dig his claws into the little human too fast. Maybe he really had never seen an anthro before. "Ya don't really strike me as an advocate for beastfolk slavery, anyhow. Though ya do got that gleam in your eyes I see around a lot. Real seeker of mischief, eh?" Phew, him, and so many like him. ⠀⠀"Not exactly from the regular human age and time, either. That get-up of yours has something historical about it. Now, not much of a humanoid history buff myself, but I'd pin ya down as comin' right out of a pre-computer age, that right? Really do wonder what that must be like." Funnily enough, Randle'd heard that the pre-digital age for his planet of Tellus and the other strain of human's homeland of Earth bared some striking similarities. Namely, in how old age factions had been established. Championed warriors fought in the name of their kings and queens, conquering land with their swords in hand. Maybe beastfolk and manfolk weren't that different after all. ⠀⠀"Ya a knight, or something? Doubt your, eh.. humble stature would put anyone off much. I know for sure my species never discriminated as far as the size of their warriors was concerned- the shorter folk tend to make up for their lack of surface area with spunk, heh." Sprite's friend Burt would be a good example of that. Good grief, that fella could scrap..

When it came down to first impressions, Lady Michelle Labbson wasn’t as generous as she liked to believe. She judged with a calculating eye and one “mishap” in their personality could skew her judgment forever. To put it simply, she was a little bit conceited. While she didn’t care much about wealth or the background of someone, she also knew that those things played detrimental roles in their development. People without money were often greedy, this she knew. Just like people with money were often entitled. But the character above her? She wasn’t so sure yet.

Randle Pentecost was odd looking. But you must understand, Michelle had only heard of his kind from storybooks, plus he was extremely rough around the edges. His personality was doing him no favors. He looked like the type to get into a tavern fight and then blame the other person when it was entirely his fault.

“If I had to give you a review point blank, good sir, it’d be a low one,” Michelle deadpanned. She wasn’t trying to soften the blow, she had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t appreciate it if she did. “I distaste a man with corrupt morals and you scream of them. You’re gruff, without a touch of charisma, and I know for a fact that I would find it difficult to be around you. It is not that I dislike you, I don’t even know you, but your first impression is a rough one.”

(Laudomia, 2nd gen)

The highly ornate fan closed with a SNAP as Laudomia regarded the young woman before her. The eccentric fsshionista wasn't fanning herself vigorously as she often did, but was it a good or bad sign?

"Sweetheart..." she finally began, clearing her voice a little. "You have actually a very _good_ basis to work on. I'm saying it honestly! Your fair complexion and pretty visage, it could all make you stand out, and your posture is regal too, but..."

She sounded and acted as if what she was about to say actually was painful for her. "... really, a cute littke thing like you dressed in such retrograde fashion? My dear, it's nothing short of a crime! I'm the first to cherish vintage, but holy Versace, your clothes are prehistoric!" Of course the fact that Michelle came from a different time did not seem to register in Laudomia's mind, or if it did, she clearly did not see it as a good reason to offend fashion sense.

"But! You are the very lucky young lady, I have a _stash_ of color tests and new outfits yet yo be released on the market that I'm sure would look just gloroous on you. And if you like vintage, we can surely find something from, like, last year or so - but that does not make you look like your grandma's grandma, honey."

It was simply heartbreaking that this poor girl had no one to give her fashion advicesabd let her know what an old fashioned first impression she gave! FORTUNATELY Laudomia was there to fix that, and turn her into a true heartthrob!

Seeing another family that is wealthy, the lord surely didn’t liked that, as it reminded him of his life being full on constraints and rules, not to mention that the 'baby-eater of Wales' is pressuring him to get married and have children.

If he could, he would rule over another kingdom, taking Baldrick with him, doesn’t matter if the other isn’t the brightest bulb in the castle, maybe the whole kingdom, but at least, he isn’t always on his back..

Eyeing the other, he had a little shrug and nodded.

"Interesting, i have nothing else to add.. Yet."

"Tch. Royalty."

In Mixie's defense, her only run-in with anyone who could be deemed a noble (if you could even call the Mother Demon such a thing), could not have been more negative even if they had tried. Regardless, demonic or human, Mixie was not one for monarchy. In her eyes, noblemen were all just people with lots of money, lots of authority, and lots of attitude. Thinking they were the best people to grace the planet, viewing others as nothing but ants underneath their boots.

Even her old frenemy Killjoy acknowledged how noblemen were stuck-up jerks- she came from such a family, after all. And Mixie hardly got along with the vigilante! It was finally something they could agree on.

Mixie scowled, baring pearly white fangs.

"Don't get too comfy on that high horse there, doll!" A growl snaked through her teeth, mockingly. "Doesn't matter if you're royal- I betcha you don't taste much different from any of these other sorry sacks of crap!"

"The 21th century sounds really boring to me, not a good impression from a.."

Whatever she is, demons are also a category he is not a fan of, along with other creatures he won’t talk about, and it’s hard to guess which she is, a citizen? An enemy?

"..Kid."

She sounded as such, besides, respect is earned, even in the future.

"Remember that SpongeBob episode where Plankton had the machine that knew what everything is made of? She's like Plankton:

1% evil
99% Hot Gas"

He even overdid Karen's accent for the comedic effect

"Now it’s about a cartoon made by a genius that is taking place under the sea, huh?

Not sure what that burger tasted like, but i betcha it’s better than those 'plant-based' ones.

..

Oh geez, it’s gross, but i’m not even sure if you are a person or a robot, avoid eating that, ydon’tknow what they put in those.."

"Body bag dweller."

"Ye look leik anothah one a' those humans from NEST that come tryin' tae touch me' stuff. Just leik ah told them, if ye touch aneh a' me inventions, I'll boil ye!"

Victoria took a sip of her tea before addressing the Autobot "You look like an interesting and powerful machine intelligence to be sure. But that personality of yours...I believe it leaves much to be desired and could certainly use some adjusting. A shame truly."

Sox's eyes flit over Victoria's frame, but don't seem focused on her outward appearance, or at least not entirely. She's learning much more from her supernatural senses and the subtle AR-HUD of her contact lenses. "I have a feeling that you and I have similar histories but different luck," she says after a moment, arms crossed in thought "Different world views and expectations of others as well, from your comment about the VI above, but I understand where your perspectives come from. I wonder if we could help each other..."

"'Long name' was the 1st impression I got."

The Autobot changed from his NSACAR form to his robot for before kneeling so he couldaccuratelysee her. "We look leik someone ah werk with en NEST. She does a lot o' werk weth me mate Leadfoot. A quite bonnie lass for a human. Ah was wrong about ye Earthlings. Ah can sey with confidence that ye look leik a brainy lass yeself. Ah meght ask ye tae come to the lab"

Sergei Dragunov observed the Autobot the best he could by looking up. Roadbuster was so tall that Sergei felt his neck ache. From he could understand, the bot spoke English with thick Scottish accent. He admired the bot's structure. It reminded him of a model kit but made out of metal instead of plastic.

"The first thing I noticed about Sergei was his nice rifle! I believe he is a proponent of gun control as he appears to be a man who shoots straight and hits what he aims for with the first shot."