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[bloodtothebest]

[The audio kicks in to a low growly chuckle. Dos is tired.]

Alright Meatheads, I'm back. You can all stop crying now and mourning my disappearance now.

[A horse is heard in the background.]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

[That said, he stops with the message and goes back to his work. Any who pass by the stables will find the master hard at work, checking on

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[abstinentzombie]

'Meatheads" is new.

[bloodtothebest]

And so are you, by the sound of it.

Got a name, girlie?

[abstinentzombie]

[Pfft "girlie".]

Doctor Kloe Bishop.

[bloodtothebest]

Ooh, a Doctor. Well ain't you just a fancy one.

Call me Dos. I run the stables here.

[He might also be a large, tattooed, black eyed alien with spikes and scales all over him, but he'll leave that out for now.]

[withoutarattle]

It sounds like your beast is unhappy.

[bloodtothebest]

The horse?

Nah, she just wants attention.

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[withoutarattle]

I feel as if I should know what you speak of when you say 'horse'.

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[bloodtothebest]

[Dos kicks on the video feed. For a moment there's a glimpse of his face on screen, tired but chill. And then the feed turns around to the nearest horse. It snorts and shakes it's head.]

That's a horse.

[heroinwait]

So you're the stablemaster.

[It's not a question. The sound of the horse in the background and his conversation with Kloe cemented that one well enough.]

[bloodtothebest]

Yeah, that'd be me.

Got a name, kid?

[heroinwait]

That's not important.

Mind my asking why all of the staff's been missing lately?

[bloodtothebest]

That's not important.

[He almost sounds amused. Two can play at that game, Riku.]

[before_wisdom]

[And Asma is checking out the stables because eh, why not?

The lapras piques her interest, however. Cute marine creature. Nothing like the animals that lived in the water in and around her island.]

Hm. I've never seen anything like you before.

[bloodtothebest]

[The lapras ducks her head and leans toward Asma, making a curious sound as she stares at the woman. A moment later, she perks up and looks past Asma.]

Ain't she a beauty.

[Dos is paused back by his workbench on the other side of the room. He wipes his hands on a rag, tosses it aside and starts toward Asma and Lapras. He's a tall, black eyed man with sharper than usual teeth, tattoos and the scales lining the back of his neck and arms.]

No idea what she is, but she's a happy thing.

[before_wisdom]

[Asma glances over at Dos, eying the man for a brief moment before turning her attention back to Lapras.]

She is. Certainly more pleasant than any of the animals back home.