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The zombie's attention turns towards hers and Schenectady freezes. Smell. She can smell her fear, smell the pure terror that radiates from the monkey's body like heat, rising in the air, and Tady can do naught but stumble backwards, hands thrown up in front of her as terror turns into a defensive snarl. Eat you. Tady knows she's not the most intimidating creature, a being made of fashion, pretend wealth rather than blood and savagery like her clanmates, the looming animals that surround her with auras much different than her own, but she would like to see this zombie, in her primal, staggering state, try and eat her. Littlesoldier is a pitiful sight, not so much a soldier as she is just... little. And sad. The snarl vanishes and, despite having been threatened by the little she-cat just moments ago, Schenectady frowns and lets her gaze waver, sympathy taking its place. Her hands fall back down to her sides, looking sadly towards Abathur, and before she thinks any better of it she pleads in his direction, "Please help her." Littlesoldier is breaking her heart just as much as she is activating her flight or fight reflexes, and it's such an odd feeling, to be afraid but to want to help all at once.

Again she looks back at the she-cat, just barely there, and she wonders just what they're supposed to make of this. Will she ever be ok? Will she return to the way she once was, or is the former monarch just destined to be a decaying puppet for the spider to toy with? Part of her wants to open her mouth again, pelt the arthropod with a barrage of questions - why would he do this, does he not see this is inhumane? The other part is keeping her fixed in her place, unable to avert her gaze as this horrible scene unravels before her very eyes. This isn't a very good first impression. Schenectady raises a hand to her mouth and chews anxiously at her claws, brows furrowed and shoulders tense. She just wants this to end well.

Name; Schenectady Haberstich-Morris

Age; 7 years

Gender; Female

Rank; Renegade

species/brief appearance; Japanese macaque (aka Japanese snow monkey)

Mentor/Apprentice?; Nope.

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Schenectady's typically chipper mood is rather diminished today. She's in shock, to put it gently, after witnessing the ordeal between Littlesoldier and her fellow Renegades. She'd been so horribly wrong about these creatures, and regrets not heeding her family and friends' warnings of the utter savagery that goes on here. She's spent most of her day with a blanket wrapped tight around her stocky body, more for the sheer comfort than warmth. She wanders around the camp, keeping mostly to herself rather than stay true to her upbeat persona and go greeting everyone she meets. The magic of the Renegades has worn off and she now stares in the face of reality, harsh and cold and reaching out its slimy little hands to encapture her in its tight grip. She wants nothing to do with it, at the moment — but with a determined glitter she sets the mood aside, fronting a rather poorly-attempted smile as one of her clanmates comes into view.

"Hello," the snow monkey greets softly, tentatively approaching Cicero with another wave of regret washing over her. This one appears to be in just as shitty of a mood as she. Negativity only breeds more negativity, but the deed has been done and she hopes he'll just wave her away rather than attempt to continue this already collapsing conversation. Schenectady glances around briefly, willing someone else to come and join her so she isn't alone with this grumpy-looking creature, with the strange (and definitely ugly) hat atop his head. "Um, my name is Schenectady."

Schenectady can't imagine being deaf. She's gotten her ears clogged plenty of times and it's always been so irritating, so she wonders for a brief moment how this creature can handle being completely deaf. But he speaks fine, so she imagines he must have once been able to hear, and must have had to get over the frustration of not being able to anymore. The snow monkey approaches, eyes drawn from the stranger at the border to their leader, who happens to be waving and wriggling his hands around in such a curious way. She glances down at her own hands, complete with four fingers and a funny-looking thumb, and wonders if she can communicate in the same way. She must be more effective than the T-rex, as she happened to have two more appendages on her hands than a typical T-rex, however she doesn't know how to speak any kind of sign language. In fact, she only knows of it after hearing of some gorilla who learned the language, but has never made any attempt to try herself, as she's never thought it would be useful. Now, she kind of regrets not taking the opportunity, but it's fine — she knows there are other ways to communicate with the male, be it the use of powers (which she doesn't quite get yet) or just plain writing in the snow.

Unfortunately, she also doesn't know how to write in English, so she's kind of at a loss here. She opts to just smile at the male and wave hello, glancing towards one of her clanmates in hopes they also have some way to communicate.

A frown threatens to creep onto the monkey's face upon hearing him. He doesn't read lips? There go her chances of talking to him. Or, well, at least for right now — maybe she can get Mads to teach her some sign language. She shuffles closer to the dinosaur, hoping he'll be able to translate for her, "You, um, are in the Renegades." She doesn't know what else there is to say, a little dejected she can't have a conversation with the male just yet. Will she have to forego introducing herself? "Uh, what is your name? Do you want to stay?" Oh, this whole situation is making her feel a little discouraged, although from what she doesn't know. She also realizes that he appears rather stuck in the ravine, that Xiuhcoatl just slid down, and she inches closer to where it slopes downward, wondering if maybe she can reach down a hand and pull him out, though she isn't sure if she's strong enough to. It's been a while since she's given her muscles a good work out.