"Doctor, we've been walking around for an hour now. Are you sure your little sonic wand is working? It doesn't seem to be attracting any of those, what'd you call them, Replicants?"

Huxley walked alongside the odd firey red fox in the stormy gray-blue peacoat, the rabbit finding himself getting irritated with how much trouble the fox had coaxing out one of those deadpan humanoids that had been hounding the pair of them earlier. The Doctor buzzed around the brass and copper tool he'd held in his hand for a few moments, before twirling it between his fingers as he looked to the green rabbit.

"Actually, they're called Replica, Huxley. Just Replica. And it's not a sonic wand, it's a sonic screwdriver." The Doctor gave a simple nod before looking to the tool in his hand once more, buzzing out in front of himself, then flicking it up to his ear, as if listening to it. He then tucked it into a pocket beneath that pea coat of his, raising his brow as he returned his gaze to the rabbit.

"Still, you have a point. Cor, no sign of any of them showing up or teleporting in or what-have-you or whatnot or whatever. The signal might not be strong enough to get their attention. Not that this is a problem because--"

The fox pulled out a small pocket-sized contraption, which could only have been described as some metallic, more technological mash-up of parts that would have made a tinker-toy lover green with envy. The device, a light blinking on it, then gave a small ding.

"I have this!"

Huxley paused, looking down at that device in the Doctor's hand, his head slowly canting to the side.

"...Please tell me that actually does something."

The Doctor made a bit of a face, but that cheeky grin of his spread once again on his muzzle.

"Of course it does! It's chock full of alien technology that no human in this time period should ever have, and it emits a signal that isn't so much a simple beacon as it is a big loud 'Hello out there, please come find me because it's my one true dream to be absolutely terrible at hide and seek!'. Should bring them out of the woodwork eventually! Good thing I happened to have one of these lying around!"

Huxley quirked a brow, making a bit of a face as he leaned on his umbrella a bit.

"Let me guess, you got bored and had a bunch of spare parts lying around, didn't you?"

"Well, take all the fun out of it why don't you?"

It was then the device in the Doctor's hand let out another, louder ding, and the pair turned their heads to see a stocky, milky-white labrador in sunglasses and a suit not far off, deadpan as every other replicant they'd met thus far. The Doctor's ears perked, seeming rather pleased with himself.

"Ah! There we are, see? I told you they'd come running."
The Replicant began walking towards the two of them. In response, Huxley raised up his umbrella, starting to unscrew the handle so he could unsheath the sword hidden within it. The Doctor quirked his brow, moving his arm out in front of the rabbit to halt the revealing of that weapon.

"Wait, Huxley, just wait, we can still try reasoning with it, or at least figuring something out other than just whapping it to pieces!"

"Doctor, come on, we saw it shove a man into a lake and break through a heavy wooden door. I don't think that it's going to want to talk, so just let me distract it while you figure out how to disable it at least!" Huxley sighed in his mind; the fox was fun to travel with, but sometimes his pacifism got a bit tiresome.

"Do you have some sort of fetish for putting yourself in harm's way, Huxley?"

"Do you? You do it just as often as I do, firefox, so don't go lecturing me again."

"Oh fine, have it your way," the fox turned his head to look back to the Replica, still heading their way, "I'm sure that between the two of us, we'll think of something."

"You really never have a plan, do you firefox?" Huxley grinned knowingly at the Doctor, who simply gave that cheeky grin of his with a shake of his head.

"No plans, just ideas, ideas are just stellar! Now then, my rebellious rabbit, let's stop with the chit-chat and get back to the more pressing matter of figuring out how to get out of this one."
The Doctor then tugged Huxley back as they headed for the other end of the field, the Replica following behind at a matching pace.

"Which first means we run for a bit while I think. Come on then, AVANTE~!"

Holy hell, I have the best friends out there. This was a gift for me from lunostophiles, one of the closest friends I've ever made and thensome. It's based on an alternate continuity furry version of Doctor Who that we putter around with from time to time, with this fox being the second incarnation. I've been wanting a commission of him for some time, and then out of nowhere, Lu went and got this for me from aggrobadger. Awesome work, and it summarizes the characters of the two perfectly! Thank you so much Lu, love you to bits!

As for the story snippet above, I made it mainly for this picture. IT's been a while since I've sat down and written something solely for prose's sake, so I'm rusty...but hey, I finally got some of my writing on my page! Huzzah!