In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

[atrumcanis]

Who: makes_asteroids meets atrumcanis!
When: the rain-drenched afternoon of 6 April
Where: the rainy Canadian streets! Did I mention that it's raining?
Summary: Magneto is wary of dogs! Padfoot is wary of no one! But both of them are all right with thunderstorms, and it's on this Canadian heath that they meet. Brief terror may ensue, and there will definitely be quest for

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[makes_asteroids]

Erik had a special love for thunder storms. Lightning storms really. His powers kept him from feeling cold, and his EM senses gave him an appreciation for the strikes most people could never understand. He held out a hand towards one very impressive bolt, feeling the off-shot threads pulling. The electric charges made him feel almost giddy and certainly invincible.

Which was good because no sooner had he drawn his hand back when he heard a bark, and despite knowing better, despite it not being someone he'd needed to fear for decades a sudden sharp spike of fear stabbed and he tensed. He turned, and the dog was large, but no overly so, and at least appeared friendly. Indecisive for a moment, he stilled. Experience had taught him not to run, and warring with that was a memory of an old man who had, and how brittle old bones where. Should the thing prove not to be friendly, he could always throw up a shield and fly away, he reminded himself, forcing the panic back down.

'You aren't fourteen any more,' a mental voice that

[atrumcanis]

What was this person doing? Most people went indoors during rainstorms, or at least made the attempt to find shelter, but this person was outdoors. Not that it mattered, of course--all the better, because if he weren't outdoors, then there would be no one to bark at, and no one to get food from.

If he had any food. Padfoot pulled up short, cocking his head at the person. The heavy rainwater did more than a bit to deaden his sense of smell, but he leaned forward anyway, trying to get a scent off of this person. Something hot, a white smell, very white, like a Muggle light-globe-thinger left on for too long. He barked again, an inquiry--what are you doing! Not that the man would be able to understand him, but perhaps he would at least do something. The rainwater pushed his fur into his eyes, soaking him; Padfoot shook his head impatiently, scattering water everywhere.

[makes_asteroids]

He had planned on just watching - until the dog shock water everywhere. Rain was one thing - mud and water was another. With barely a thought a thin, translucent shield flickered into place. Erik could see it quick clearly - a lovely blue, almost like cornflowers - but to those without his sense it was probably nothing more than an almost-not-there blur. He didn't honestly know how his shields appeared to those without senses, it had never seemed important enough to look.

One white brow raised, not quite sure what to do. "What did you get lost?" He couldn't imagine too many animals surviving out in the Darkness for long - and this one had no injuries he could see. Even still, he was tensed, so part of his brain hating him for it. For being afraid of something that couldn't hurt him.

[atrumcanis]

Lost? Padfoot barked again, a little more cheerfully, and jumped to his feet, his tail wagging with an insistent sort of pride. Lost, him. This person had no idea what they were talking about; he was never lost. He could always turn about and go back the way that he came--and it wasn't as if this city was very difficult to work out.

He took another few paces nearer, sniffing again. Did he know this person? He didn't smell like food--even under the dull cover of the rain-smell, he didn't smell like food. Just that weird heat, which might have been familiar--

Jack! He yapped, excited all over again. Jack, that was where he knew this smell from. Jack knew this person! Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack, and the Padfoot bit of his brain nearly took over--Jack, his favourite person! He looked up happily at the person, his tail wagging so hard he was nearly shaking.