[ Futaba is definitely here to help save this delicate ecosystem that's suffering at the hands of all these horrible invaders. No doubt, very much first priority. However, there's a reason she's not a Negotiator, and that's because she couldn't diplomatically solve her way out of a paper bag—she's not really sure how to ask her own teammates for help, much less work to help bridge any human-Vulphyte tensions.
A. So... she doesn't, mostly. She seems extremely occupied staring into the forest, or amassing a pile of leaves with a deeply furrowed brow, occasionally swiping some dirt onto her cheek as she tries to clear a sweatdrop or two. Seems she's working on something, though she's concentrating far too deeply to warn anyone who might be stumbling into the traps she's set. (Or to notice anyone sneaking up on her.)
B. Alternatively, she's only human. While one of the Vulphyte is distracted, she stares for a moment, then wiggles her fingers forward, slooowly and cautiously reaching for its tail. It's right there, taunting her with its swishing. Her restraint has limits, she has to. Must pet. ]
II. INVASION
[ These assholes really take no prisoners, and Futaba—really, she's not a huge fan of getting blasted into laser dust. But the Vulphyte aren't either, and she's not about to stand around and let these bullies get their way—once the fighting starts, she helps with the retreat deeper into the forest, but keeps an eye out for trouble as best she can.
For anyone that seems to be struggling in their fight, she forgets to be an awkward loser long enough to shout— ] Hey, ugly! Over here!
[ Wham. One of the invaders gets pelted with a log tied to a vine, swung down from a tree, delivered straight to the face. Classic, and very satisfying, but not enough to distract them long—she motions for any teammates to follow. They need to get out of dodge. ]
III. BABYSITTER'S CLUB
[ When it comes down to it, Futaba isn't used to fighting in the real world. Might not even be aware that she can. This is the longest she's been outside... ever, and god did tripping over roots suck, and the ground is uneven and she knows she just trampled a few sticks that probably gave her away. She wants Joker to take the heat off her or Queen to bludgeon them into the ground—something, from someone (from her friends, who she already misses).
But even if she's scared and she never wants to see a tree again, she doesn't stop ducking under branches and running for fear of the kits' safety. Somehow, she's managed to grab a few runaways, which are now very unhelpfully clambering in her arms, another bobbing in her hood as she runs, tiny paws dug into the fabric. But she isn't really built for this sort of thing—when was the last time she even ran a lap? Winded, she still has the lung capacity to duck behind a nearby tree and shout at their pursuers— ] G—Go away!
[ Or maybe it's not a tree? Maybe it's you. ]
IV. VICTORY CELEBRATIONS
[ While their cat ('cat') at home would tolerate her gentle-ish poking and prodding, he was not all too keen on playing around. The foxes are much more accommodating—Futaba throws a lump of moss as far as she can, and a growing pile of scampering Vulphytes brings it back every time.
A. After a couple good back and forths, she's amassed a small army of new fox friends. Energized, Futaba gives the moss ball a good, solid toss, and it goes up and up and—plonks right on some unfortunate stranger's head. ]
Oh, oops.
[ The Vulphyte charge, merciless. ]
[ B. Alternatively, here lies Futaba Sakura, holding out a moss ball for dear life as her hubris has her cornered by a swarm of baby Vulphyte, having completely run her over in an effort to steal her herbaceous treasure for themselves. ] I'll never surrender! [ A baby Vulphyte jumps on her head, a critical hit. ] Aurghhhrhh— [ Man down, send help. ]
V. CHIT-CHAT
[ Though she agreed to join the team, that doesn't mean she's really part of it, not in a proper sense of belonging. Right now that's as daunting as the mission is, but cruising the network isn't so bad. Like joining a new forum. No big deal, right? ]
Username: alibaba think I could get one of these fox dens for myself? they're looking reaaal cozy right now
*. WILDCARD
[ hit me up with anything! i'm game for any and all of the prompts. ]
Futaba Sakura | Persona 5
A. So... she doesn't, mostly. She seems extremely occupied staring into the forest, or amassing a pile of leaves with a deeply furrowed brow, occasionally swiping some dirt onto her cheek as she tries to clear a sweatdrop or two. Seems she's working on something, though she's concentrating far too deeply to warn anyone who might be stumbling into the traps she's set. (Or to notice anyone sneaking up on her.)
B. Alternatively, she's only human. While one of the Vulphyte is distracted, she stares for a moment, then wiggles her fingers forward, slooowly and cautiously reaching for its tail. It's right there, taunting her with its swishing. Her restraint has limits, she has to. Must pet. ]
II. INVASION
For anyone that seems to be struggling in their fight, she forgets to be an awkward loser long enough to shout— ] Hey, ugly! Over here!
[ Wham. One of the invaders gets pelted with a log tied to a vine, swung down from a tree, delivered straight to the face. Classic, and very satisfying, but not enough to distract them long—she motions for any teammates to follow. They need to get out of dodge. ]
III. BABYSITTER'S CLUB
But even if she's scared and she never wants to see a tree again, she doesn't stop ducking under branches and running for fear of the kits' safety. Somehow, she's managed to grab a few runaways, which are now very unhelpfully clambering in her arms, another bobbing in her hood as she runs, tiny paws dug into the fabric. But she isn't really built for this sort of thing—when was the last time she even ran a lap? Winded, she still has the lung capacity to duck behind a nearby tree and shout at their pursuers— ] G—Go away!
[ Or maybe it's not a tree? Maybe it's you. ]
IV. VICTORY CELEBRATIONS
A. After a couple good back and forths, she's amassed a small army of new fox friends. Energized, Futaba gives the moss ball a good, solid toss, and it goes up and up and—plonks right on some unfortunate stranger's head. ]
Oh, oops.
[ The Vulphyte charge, merciless. ]
[ B. Alternatively, here lies Futaba Sakura, holding out a moss ball for dear life as her hubris has her cornered by a swarm of baby Vulphyte, having completely run her over in an effort to steal her herbaceous treasure for themselves. ] I'll never surrender! [ A baby Vulphyte jumps on her head, a critical hit. ] Aurghhhrhh— [ Man down, send help. ]
V. CHIT-CHAT
Username: alibaba
think I could get one of these fox dens for myself?
they're looking reaaal cozy right now
*. WILDCARD