Animal shelter [forward-dated to Saturday, OTA]

[t_farnon]

The day of the adoption clinic began with rain. Tristan sprinted through the streets of the village, crossing the quick path between hotel and animal shelter with his overcoat held over his head. If this were a proper magic village, he thought, there'd be free umbrellas for all and he wouldn't have had to ruin his only coat. Perhaps the skies would

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[empirical_data]

A gold-hued man hauling a cat carrier walked up to the clinic, his tweed suit almost oddly immaculate and he wore a pleasant, almost imperceptible smile.

"Hello, doctor. I have brought Spot to receive her shots."

Spot was deceptively docile in her carrier, the picture of feline calm and affection. It was hard to believe under that silky tabby fur lied a creature willing to wreak havoc worthy of a Vulcan Lematya.

[t_farnon]

A week's stay in Haurvatat taught Tristan a few things: the village date was some 70 years ahead of him (according to staff), a vet's focus now was on preventing diseases before they started than treating them (the information on vaccinations probably shocked him most), and the Daily Mirror crossword was as enjoyable as ever

[empirical_data]

The man didn't seem terribly offended at being stared at; he certainly hadn't considered his skin tone something important enough to warn the veterinarian about. Usually he could pass himself as some sort of albino or having a skin condition, if posing as a human was absolutely essential.

He nodded as he handed the cat off. "Thank you, but I find it necessary to warn you that while she may seem particularly docile now, she is actually extremely aggressive."

For having a mostly flat expression, he seemed disappointed by this fact, and his eyes fell to the carrier apologetically. "Spot? You must be very good for the doctor. He is only wanting to help you."

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[crownedwithfire]

When the cats get rather ...active... it's because a few have come in unattended.

Sort of.

It's -- well, they have an escort, right? A big, red escort, who doesn't mind the rain so much. Sweeping one hand over his head and flicking rain from his skin, Hellboy has come by to ...look into things. See, not everything is Defend and Serve. Sometimes, he just wants a side project.

One that doesn't involve beating on people.

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[frankenhooker20]

Molly couldn't help herself. Seriously. It was a giant red man with cats. Someone else that would stand out in the crowd and she grinned as she approached with her collie, Boullee.

"Hey." Her eyes danced with mirth. "It's nice not to be the only one that people stare at. She vaguely gestured to her light green hair, piercings and tattoos. Not to mention her sexy, goth wear. "I'm Molly."

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[crownedwithfire]

There's a brief cock of the brow; okay, freaks r us is okay. "Hellboy," He says, offering his left hand. "Nice to meet you, Molly."

Such a down home name for a girl trying so hard to be anything other then down home.

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[frankenhooker20]

Molly took the offered left hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you, too, Hellboy. Do you volunteer in the animal shelter or are you here with your pets." At least she assumed the cats that seemed interested in him were his.

[showeringatgym]

When Ernst saw the activity at the shelter he was first puzzled. Animal shelters were pretty much unheard of in his time and place and veterinarians were for expensive livestock. Important animals.

He'd probably be laughed out of the building if he brought in a rabbit...

But what if she was sick? Secretly. And her nails were getting awfully long... Ernst had scratches on his stomach from where she'd once tried to jump out of his arms.

... Hänschen would certainly laugh. Or, more likely, he'd get that bored and impatient look he got when he thought Ernst was being silly.

Nevertheless the tall, skinny German boy dutifully made his way to the shelter, trying to shield the large box in his arms from the rain. From the thumps and rustling noises inside, the occupant didn't appreciate being in a box, regardless of the boy's attempts to keep her dry.

[darwins_hide]

Wallace noticed the interesting box before Darwin did. Darwin was under a nearby tree, seeming to be face-against it, peering curiously.

Probably he found an interesting insect, but it seemed to an outsider that he was ...well, probably insane.

Wallace, on the other hand, hopped down the tree branch, which hung low under Wallace's weight, and peered down at the box with a chirp and a squeak.

[showeringatgym]

Ernst looked up at the monkey, startled. He'd never seen anything like it before outside of books.

"H-hello," he stammered nervously, not sure what the proper response was to something that was clearly an animal yet had such a human face.

[darwins_hide]

He tilted his head and lookedi nthe box. Clearly the person had an animal in the box, hecould hear it, and why else would he be showing up to the shelter? Wallace was curious.

[shockandaww]

Shane dropped in on his lunch hour, foisting off cafeteria duty to another teacher. As usual when he was in a hurry, he carried his small dog in a modified giant man purse duffel bag. Any resemblance to a spoiled heiress and the teeny-weeny doggy in her designer purse was NOT a figment of the imagination. (It was, however, amusing.)

[t_farnon]

The sight of a burly, bald man carrying a dog in a bag was unusual, though not as unusual as some of the other things he'd seen throughout the course of his first week in the village. Still, a dog was meant to trail at his master's heels, not be carried around like a tot.

He put on his most serious face, jaw jutting forwards and his gaze intense. This usually prevented any attempt at laughter from surfacing. "May I help you?"

[shockandaww]

"Shane Wolfe. This is Red Three. I messaged about an appointment?" Shane stuck a big hand out.

[t_farnon]

"Tristan Farnon," he said, grasping the man's hand firmly. "The miniature husky?" He didn't have much experience with the regular breed of husky, not much call for sled dogs in Yorkshire. "Why such an unusual name?"

[wizard_p_i]

Harry dropped by on his lunch hour as well, a cat perched on the shoulder of his three-piece suit. When he sat down, she leapt into his lap and nuzzled his hand until he began stroking her and scritching her under the chin. Then she commenced purring like a furnace.

[ideal_guardian]

The room was crowded enough to make sitting next to someone inevitable, but Bruce suspected Nanook of trying to socialize him as there were quite a few seats fairly isolated from everyone else.

As Bruce settled Nanook stared curiously at the little purring kitten. He'd worked with a few not-dogs before. He'd been taught that he wasn't allowed to chase a not-dog unless he was given permission, and this not-dog seemed to be keeping it's ward calm. So Nanook just stared and laid his head in his ward's lap.

[wizard_p_i]

Lucy didn't mind dogs. She'd been around other animals since she was a kitten, and had long since decided that animals not like her (and not humans, obviously) were merely another form of cat.

She sniffed at this one and his human experimentally. They smelled acceptable. She would not object to associating with them, or to her human doing so. "Mrrowr?"

"Lucy," her human reprimanded her, "don't bother the nice man and his dog."

Lucy gave him a haughty look. As if she, a cat, could bother anyone! "Ffttt!" she said, hoping that he understood that that was a very rude word.

"Gesundheit," her human said to her, evidently thinking that she was sneezing. Then he turned to the dog's human. "Nice dog. What's his name?"

[ideal_guardian]

Nanook wondered why the other human couldn't understand the rude things his not-dog was saying to him. But then his ward wasn't the most perceptive sometimes either. "Auuu."

Bruce smiled out of habit. "Nanook." He nodded at the other man's cat. "Lucy I presume?"