ORIGIN

Upon emerging from her chrysalis, Howlite-T-One will have the following consequence:

Fissure (Minor): A part of her right wing has collapsed into a geode-like formation of howlite. It is in a spot that should not hinder its movement very much, if at all.

(As this fight did not hit 5 rounds, it will not be judged as a proper battle)

A few hours after the 'fatal' incident, a Crew of Shapers (this was the formal name for such a group) strolled through. Some were on all fours, sniffing and talking quietly. Another trio were upright, with toolbelts; the one at the lead had a faded orange hard plastic construction cap on, with a bright light at the front and no discernable power source. They and one other had on faded reflective orange vests, and they carried a clipboard, too.

It was quite by chance they passed close enough to spot Brother. It wasn't clear how the spinosaur had discovered the chrysalis, or how long it had even been in the cave; its hatchling size and darker coloration almost lost it against the rock. Thankfully, he WAS alive, and some movement or other must have drawn the attention of the Shapers.

The solid black, almost shadowy fox-creatures paused, almost as one, glowing purple eyes swivelling to peer at the scene as their conversation died down. After a moment, the leader stepped forward.

"Oi! You can't be in here. It's turnover time, don't you know that!?" The leader had a thick urban accent, for whatever reason.

"Err, I think that's just a kid, Malis."

A pause, a squint. "Fuck, really? It's huge! -Well, kid, you can't be in here. Cave's turning over," they said, and tapped a pencil on the clipboard as if for proof. "You stay in here, you might get crushed when the rock shifts, end up in your chrysalis, and spend the next five hundred years waking up smooshed under five hundred tons 'o rock until you die for real."

A couple of the Shapers muttered, and the crew head hesitated. "Err--you old enough to understand what I'm sayin'-? I mean, I think you'll love what comes next, by the looks o' you, but you should go. ...Ahh, shit," they went on, eyes finally finding the Howlite against the rock. "Someone died here?!"

A smaller shaper stepped over to peer at it. The Shapers all studied it, seeming to do some mental calculations. "Lucky you were here, then. What do you think, Sass, can we work around it? Maybe... We were gonna do that divot, right? We can put that here, leave the space clear-?"

A squint, then, as Malis looked back to Brother. "Hey, kid, any idea if whatever's in that gemstone can swim?"

For a moment, the Shapers imitated road construction crews the universe over.

They stood around, hands on hips or scratching ass or head, squinting at the complication that had suddenly arisen in their job.

"Cat. Right. -Cats can swim?"

"Nah, not really. I mean maybe but they sure as fuck don't like it-"

"Yo, watch your mouth. That's a kid. I think."

"Right, right. Okay, what if we cut that bit away, carry it back? It ain't that big, right?"

"You fuckin' kiddin' me? We-"

"LANGUAGE!"

"Right, whatever, we can't carry that thing! That's huge."

"Right, so go get the hand truck-"

"Nowhere near the right size..."

...Eventually, someone clocked Brother's remaining presence. The Shapers peered at him. "Oh, kid, you should go. Shoo. Back to Hydra, all right? Come back in a day or two, when everything's more... wet. We'll make sure your friend or whatever's safe."

Brother is being warned to leave Centaurus. Failure to do so should be GM-tagged and may come with consequences including physical harm or deformation.

Howlite-T-One will awaken from her chrysalis in the Shaper's Barracks, tucked into one corner with, for some reason, a blanket tossed over the entire chrysalis. This blanket is warm, worn but clean, and the Shapers will request it back after she reemerges. The chrysalis itself will still be atop a huge, hewn-free chunk of rock to which it fused, which will be on top of a half-crushed wooden pallet. The Shapers will be playing cards and offer to deal her in. They may also serve as surrogate parent figures if she remains for any length of time, offering food, alcohol, tobacco products, fatherly advice and questionable advice in approximately equal amounts.