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[feathered_earth]

Characters: Furball (originofgood), Seven (seventhspring), Cara (feathered_earth) and Dash (reckless_rebel)
Date/Time: November 9th, afternoon/evening
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A wolf-goddess and a ninja walk into a bar are born into Edensphere, and two people are there to greet them.

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[originofgood]

Oh, so there were people in here too? She had been a little preoccupied with raising a friendly paw at the other white canine in the vicinity. She listened intently to the boy's brief explanation, ears flicking in interest. Fishbowl? Just what was a fishbowl?

... Birthdays were good though! Would there be a party? A celebration? A large one, with a large feast? There were a lot of new people after all- if there would be one, then the celebration must be big. Her tail began to wag excitedly at this thought.

"Ah, cherie, it's about time you have removed that nasty junk off of your fur." Something perched on her head suddenly, and she shook it off with a loud whine.

"Now that is just rude! Why not let a weary owl like myself rest for a while?" the unknown voice said again.

She looked up to see a light brown owl hovering above her, attempting to alight at any possible place. She snuffled at it intently. Now just why did that voice seem so familiar?

Come to think of it, just who was she anyway?

[seventhspring]

The cut-off exclamation from the young looking blonde woman drew her attention first, though she looked away soon enough. The sum collective of what she'd heard didn't make a whole lot of sense, though it did tell her she was expected, if not as herself, particularly. These two weren't reacting like people falling out of cocoons was a terribly unnatural even. She'd venture so far as to say they were specifically here to watch these cocoons

[feathered_earth]

Well, the wolf didn't seem interested inturning them into food right now, which was good. Cara raised her eyebrows at the owl that settled on its head--hooray for being born when nuttiness was going on. Ah well. "The fishbowl is actually called Edensphere," Cara explained to Seven with a grin, as she gave Dash another poke in the arm. "We call it that because it's a big tree in a glass ball. Nobody has memories when they first arrive here."

Except Seven had been here before... Cara tried to figure out how to explain that one as Dash snagged the towel from her. "And sometimes when people leave from this place, they return without memories too," she added. "Either way... the dream you had is your best bet to go off of. A lot of people name themselves from that, or they make up a name."

She turned back to the wolf. It really was a quite striking animal, or would be if it wasn't dripping slime from its fur. "You need some help with drying off, buddy?" she asked, once again wondering what sort of person (well... wolf) it was.

[reckless_rebel]

Dash held out a set of clothes for the girl, still not looking at her directly. The wolf probably wouldn't need clothing, right? They were short on supplies as it was. But he was relaxing a bit since the animal didn't seem ready to lunge and attack anyone--hell, he was fast enough to get anyone out of harm's way, if it did, but still

[originofgood]

There was a blank book involved as well? The wolf cocked her head to the side as she listened (and foiled the owl once again in the process). A journal that let others see whatever she put on it? Now that was interesting. Never mind trying to get the goop off, she barked in reply to the one who was asking her is she needed help.

She also made note of the two clothes humans' names- Dash? Cara? They rang no figurative bells in her head, unlike the owl that was still hovering above her. She took pity on it, and allowed it to alight on her head to rest.

"Ah, merci, cherie! I was beginning to think you were going to have me alight on the other mademoiselle's head instead. I doubt her companion would take that lightly though- he looks more menacing than you."

Menacing, really? She looked at the dog. There was nothing very menacing about him. In fact he seemed friendly