She said that all the railroad men just drink up your blood like wine

[chstoryteller]

Characters: James Sawyer, Dug, Dairine Callahan
Rating: To be determined
Time Period: Modern
Location: The Vineyard
Relative Date: The Present
Status: Open to all

[[ OOC: Mod Note- The infected dog is located in a shed in the vineyard. This thread is taggable to all those who wish to find him. Other threads in progress of searching for the dog,

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[acomplex_guy]

Well, this was a bit much for one day; a talking dog, a laptop with legs and a dog with a disease - maybe this place was worse then the Island. And, Sawyer thought he saw it all there.

After chatting a bit in the kitchen, the group decided to seek out the dog. Sawyer wasn’t exactly sure yet what they would do with the dog, but something had to be done. As strange as it was, right now it was nice having a talking dog with them. Dug made the search very easy and fast compared to what it would have been without him. The castle had a lot of ground to cover, but Dug was able to sniff out the other dog and lead them right to him.

"So he’s in there," Sawyer motioned his head towards the shed.

[redfive_wizard]

"Just to be clear," Dairine said, "Do we have a plan beyond this point?"

She didn't even have a plan beyond this point, though it did seem like finding the source of the disease was a good idea. Then they could do some fancy retrograde work. Or something. This was the problem with only knowing about things in theory, but she figured Martha could at least give it a try. Of course, that might also be asking a lot out of Martha. There were things known as specialties.

[canisvocalis]

Dug hunched closer to the ground than normal and watched the area where he knew the other dog was. He didn't like this place and he liked it even less that so many of his new masters were willing to risk themselves to see the animal. "I will fight if the dog comes after us," the golden retriever proclaimed, but the collar seemed to always put a jaunty spin on the dog's words. Dug, of course, didn't look excited to fight.

He laid onto his stomach at Sawyer's feet, listening to the humans decide the fate of the other dog. Dug had not been able to greet him, but he looked friendly enough from afar. If not for the smell, Dug would have greeted the dog. But the smell was the same -- the dog was the cause of whatever was ailing the humans.

"We may need to warn the dog off," he mentioned. If it was anything like Dug, they'd be assaulted with dog kisses long before they could stop it.

[shesborntorun]

The tracks had been easy enough to follow, she didn't have to use her skills. Kate wasn't sure if she was glad, or sad. She wanted to impress him, wanted was the key word. Her luck it would be the one time she'd track the wrong thing, she was glad she didn't have to make that decision.

It wasn't a far walk, their conversation more superficial, discussing possible theories about the dog, in other circumstances they would have discussed other things. Obviously he'd done this before. Stopping, she unzipped her nap sack, she pulled out a bowie knife, tucking it between her belt buckle and blue jeans. Pulled out a handgun, zipped up her nap sack, lopped it through one arm, then pushing the other arm back she caught pulling in own. Pulling back the silver plating, she cocked the gun, the beautiful silver etchings hidden by the palm of her hand.

About that time, she spotted a familiar face up ahead.

The two walked the rest of the way in silence.

[acomplex_guy]

Sawyer looked at Dairine and wasn't exactly sure what to say, "sorry, Sweetheart, don't exactly have a plan yet, guess we'll just have to figure that one out. Really depends on the situation." Sawyer ran his thumb over the handle of his gun as he said that. He always carried it just in case, not that he'd expose it, but you never know at this place. He could only really think of one outcome for the dog and that wasn't something he wanted to think about just yet.

"You think he'll just come right up to us? Just picturin' some sick dog that can barely move right now." Of course Sawyer didn't have any clue how this disease worked and he just pictured the dog looking and acting like it was sick.

"Bout time you joined us, Freckles," Sawyer smiled as Kate joined them. "Dog’s in there," he pointed to the shed.

[redfive_wizard]

And that was about when Dairine figured out that the chances were very good that at least one person--possibly every person--in their group wanted to kill the dog. Which was not what she'd originally come for.

"Okay," she said. "Well I'm going to talk to the dog, if none of you have a better idea."

She glanced at Dug. "You don't have to come if you don't want to."

In truth, she had no idea if the dog would talk to her or not, but it was better to try than to just kill it. It (probably) wasn't its fault that it was spreading disease all over the place.

[canisvocalis]

"I will come with you," the canine confirmed to Dairine. He wouldn't dream of allowing a human (especially one of his adopted humans) to meet another dog without some kind of companionship. He stood and fell in line at Callahan's side. If ever a dog could hold a grim and grave expression, this dog was doing it.

Dug did not want to kill the other dog. He didn't hardly want to meet the other dog, considering what he knew. Sickness was a serious deterrent. Perhaps Dug, the talking dog, hadn't seen symptoms from the other animal, but he couldn't risk being infected himself. Two plague dogs would only make things that much worse.

"I will try to talk to the dog," he revealed, hoping it would be of some assistance to the humans. That is, of course, if the other dog was willing or able to talk.

[likedillinger]

Dean moved along beside Kate, checking his phone again for any messages from Sam. Still nothin'. Just great. If he'd managed to get himself into trouble already...

Mostly though, Dean was quiet trying to focus on keeping that weird surge of heat inside him under control. After accidentally setting Ruby on fire, he was trying not to get too worked up about anything, and as much as he thought the plan to 'talk to' the diseased dog was fucking stupid, he figured they'd deal with it when they found it. Maybe the thing would make life easier and just charge 'em, so he could pop it and no one could say anything.

His eyes raked across the old shed calculatingly.

"It's better if we can get it to come out to us. That whole place could be infected. You walk in there, you might be as good as diseased, and that's the last thing we need," Dean advised.

[marco_innocent]

Marco had been trying to avoid the whole plague altogether. he would usually not meddle in the doings of humans, but this place was... wrong. He had thought long and hard about it, before he had decided to interfear

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[canisvocalis]

[OOC: I moved Dug down here. Feel free to come along. :)]