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[ It's the middle of the afternoon. The feed coming through on the network isn't so out of the ordinary. Not for newcomers. There's the baseball field. That's not very exciting, is it?
There is, however, a small spectacle occurring. It consists of one very exasperated Greeter and what looks like a large, full coated, white dog trotting back and forth around the grass. ]
Sit down, [ the woman is demanding of it. ]
[ Either it's very stupid, or it's ignoring her ( hint: it's ignoring her ). There's a problem. There's no ark floating above it in the sky. There's no snow or lake of ice or scent of Kamui or the Oina tribe or Waka or even, Issun. This is wrong.
The woman is trying in earnest to explain to this- this dog- where it is, but it's very clear she's ready to give up at any moment. She's in the process of explaining something called the 'NV'. She interrupts herself, frequently, to say, 'Sit, you stupid thing!' and raises her voice.
It's dumb for her to raise her voice, the animal can hear far better than she realizes. Even if she dropped to a murmur it would still catch every word.
Eager trotting, keening, and consistently looking skyward as if the animal will collect answers for itself. Nothing, of course, comes to it and at long last, the creature unceremoniously drops its rear into the grass and points its ears at the flustered woman.
Oh, but. In so many ways, she's only repeating herself.
The animal. The dog. By now - if the educated on these types of 'dogs' has been watching long enough - the wolf yawns. It's very dramatic and showy. She tosses her head back, opens her jaws wide and lets a very length 'yaaaaaaauu'. The woman pauses, then with an offended air attempts again.
It's as if the animal is rolling its eyes at her. It suddenly flops on its side, another show off yawn, and stretches its legs. Oh. Oh, dear she's leaving. She's had enough apparently, of talking sense into a senseless creature. For moments, wolf remains sprawled on her side and licks the roof of her mouth. But then, her head raises, and - from where ever her NV seems to be filming ( the air? ) - she looks toward the screen contemplatively. A sort of communications device. Whatever that means. Well, it's clear enough. Communication. Issun usually helps her with that, but it's not as though she's completely incapable.
She pushes herself up and pads closer. The screen lowers if by sheer will to her level. She settles once more, ears perked, head canted, and tail swishing on blades of grass behind her.
Within moments, a.
Something. Like this:
]
There is, however, a small spectacle occurring. It consists of one very exasperated Greeter and what looks like a large, full coated, white dog trotting back and forth around the grass. ]
Sit down, [ the woman is demanding of it. ]
[ Either it's very stupid, or it's ignoring her ( hint: it's ignoring her ). There's a problem. There's no ark floating above it in the sky. There's no snow or lake of ice or scent of Kamui or the Oina tribe or Waka or even, Issun. This is wrong.
The woman is trying in earnest to explain to this- this dog- where it is, but it's very clear she's ready to give up at any moment. She's in the process of explaining something called the 'NV'. She interrupts herself, frequently, to say, 'Sit, you stupid thing!' and raises her voice.
It's dumb for her to raise her voice, the animal can hear far better than she realizes. Even if she dropped to a murmur it would still catch every word.
Eager trotting, keening, and consistently looking skyward as if the animal will collect answers for itself. Nothing, of course, comes to it and at long last, the creature unceremoniously drops its rear into the grass and points its ears at the flustered woman.
Oh, but. In so many ways, she's only repeating herself.
The animal. The dog. By now - if the educated on these types of 'dogs' has been watching long enough - the wolf yawns. It's very dramatic and showy. She tosses her head back, opens her jaws wide and lets a very length 'yaaaaaaauu'. The woman pauses, then with an offended air attempts again.
It's as if the animal is rolling its eyes at her. It suddenly flops on its side, another show off yawn, and stretches its legs. Oh. Oh, dear she's leaving. She's had enough apparently, of talking sense into a senseless creature. For moments, wolf remains sprawled on her side and licks the roof of her mouth. But then, her head raises, and - from where ever her NV seems to be filming ( the air? ) - she looks toward the screen contemplatively. A sort of communications device. Whatever that means. Well, it's clear enough. Communication. Issun usually helps her with that, but it's not as though she's completely incapable.
She pushes herself up and pads closer. The screen lowers if by sheer will to her level. She settles once more, ears perked, head canted, and tail swishing on blades of grass behind her.
Within moments, a.
Something. Like this:
]