[Loe's been gone a couple weeks now. Most probably don't notice, but those who do are no doubt relieved by the lack of his abrasive presence
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[Lilith watches the dog be a weirdo for a minute or three from the road, arms crossed, mouth puckered in thought. Her mind makes itself up and she whistles, trotting to it in hopping strides.]
[The dog huffs, watching Lilith approach. Once she's close it bends its head to sniff at her feet, walking around her in slow, snuffling circles.
Yes, Lilith, you could say he (HE, thank you) lost someone.
After a few moments of investigation, the dog decides Lilith is not a threat, and resumes its pacing. There's still no sign of anyone inside the fog coming out, and he's starting to get impatient.
Patting her belt to solidify the reassurance of having a shield where her godlike (if she does say so herself) powers are absent, she drops into a squat and tries to ignore how obnoxiously vocal the hound is. He's better looking and less hostile than a skag, and nicer to have around than the tagalong capybara at her heels.]
They can't have been all there if they walked out into that mess, know what I'm sayin'.
[Does this dog understand human speech? Having seen what she has, Lilith won't rule out the possibility. Even skags are smart enough to lead target. Her eyebrows jump up.]
[Yes, yes! He knows that disdainful tone very well! He hears it all the time from Loe! Clearly Lilith must be pretty okay, if she sounds so much like Loe.
[Unable to tell if the wagging tail is a "yes" or a "no" and not overly invested in finding out, she rocks her weight back and plops onto her butt, tsk-ing. Whoever the dog's master is has a good chance of being dead and she has jack all else to do.
May as well sit by the doggie.]
Right, whatever.
[The capybara snuffles her pack. Lilith pushes it away more gently than her attitude would suggest and fishes around in it for a piece of jerky, splits it and tosses a halve to Barky Faithful.]
[He snaps the jerky out of the air with practiced ease and wolfs it down (har har), glancing at Lilith expectantly for more.
Oh no, Lilith. You made a friend.
The dog lies down at Lilith's side, leaning heavily against her hip. He huffs quietly. Looks like his master isn't going to reappear any time soon, so there's nothing for him to do but wait. At least the person he's waiting with has food! :D]
[She talks a lot and she talks trash but she has a weakness for beasties what don't try to eat her alive.
Not unfamiliar with the potency of a begging puppy... as big as this one is... Lilith makes sure he's watching when she slowly and deliberately tears a chunk out of the jerky and chews on it. As no one is around to observe her grossness, her mouth stays open as she gnaws and gnashes.]
[Thump thump THUMP goes the tail. Yes please. He would like some more. The dog leans more heavily, as if his sheer weight (and there's a lot of it) can convince Lilith to feed him.]
[Yo yo yo that's uncalled for. Lilith braces a leg to prevent herself from toppling; she is a tiny woman creature and he's-- uh, not. To get him to redistribute his weight she tosses the jerky juuuust short of the fog.]
[The dog leaps to his feet with a grace that doesn't seem possible for his size and launches himself at the jerky.
If a dog could look smug, this one does, practically inhaling the meat once he's got it. Oh yeah, Lilith. He's got you wrapped around his little...paw. Yep.]
[Lilith knows better than to re-open her backpack and condemn the rest of her snacks to death by horfing. After adjusting it so that it serves as a semi-comfortable perch for her butt, she gestures rudely at him, and cups her hands around her mouth as a rudimentary megaphone to holler at the fog.]
SOMEBODY'S WIDDLE PUPPY WUPPY IS HUUUUNGRY!
[Seriously dude where's his master, the dog will starve or something.]
[Impulsive decision-making defines most of her entertainment. Lilith tilts her chin up and howls along with the hound in a high-pitched pseudo croon as she fishes the machine pistol (handy-dandy armory loot, ooh yeah) from its holster and cocks it.
Never fear, she won't fire in a straight line and potentially put a hole in his master. But a primitive weapon like the Steyr is going to make a hell of a lot of noise, and combined with the racket they're already making...]
You lose somebody, boy? ... Girl?
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Yes, Lilith, you could say he (HE, thank you) lost someone.
After a few moments of investigation, the dog decides Lilith is not a threat, and resumes its pacing. There's still no sign of anyone inside the fog coming out, and he's starting to get impatient.
Good god, listen to the size of that bark.]
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Patting her belt to solidify the reassurance of having a shield where her godlike (if she does say so herself) powers are absent, she drops into a squat and tries to ignore how obnoxiously vocal the hound is. He's better looking and less hostile than a skag, and nicer to have around than the tagalong capybara at her heels.]
They can't have been all there if they walked out into that mess, know what I'm sayin'.
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Hey, she kind of sounds like his master. Neat!]
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You're not a peabrain, are you?
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The dog's tail wags.]
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May as well sit by the doggie.]
Right, whatever.
[The capybara snuffles her pack. Lilith pushes it away more gently than her attitude would suggest and fishes around in it for a piece of jerky, splits it and tosses a halve to Barky Faithful.]
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Oh no, Lilith. You made a friend.
The dog lies down at Lilith's side, leaning heavily against her hip. He huffs quietly. Looks like his master isn't going to reappear any time soon, so there's nothing for him to do but wait. At least the person he's waiting with has food! :D]
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Not unfamiliar with the potency of a begging puppy... as big as this one is... Lilith makes sure he's watching when she slowly and deliberately tears a chunk out of the jerky and chews on it. As no one is around to observe her grossness, her mouth stays open as she gnaws and gnashes.]
Whah, yew wansshumore?
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Go geddit, boy. Go geddit!
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If a dog could look smug, this one does, practically inhaling the meat once he's got it. Oh yeah, Lilith. He's got you wrapped around his little...paw. Yep.]
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SOMEBODY'S WIDDLE PUPPY WUPPY IS HUUUUNGRY!
[Seriously dude where's his master, the dog will starve or something.]
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Snacks!
...Awww. :c
His ears perk when Lilith yells. Sometimes making lots of noise gets his master's attention. The dog joins in the call, howling loudly.
...No luck. The fog stays as silent as it's been for the last few hours.]
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Never fear, she won't fire in a straight line and potentially put a hole in his master. But a primitive weapon like the Steyr is going to make a hell of a lot of noise, and combined with the racket they're already making...]
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Oh, Lilith. He likes you. You're a pretty cool person.]
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