A few tricks up his sleeve. [ota]

[an_openwound]

Scott was on his way towards the hotel when he heard the growling. Freezing in place, he frowned as he turned around and looked for the source. He wondered briefly if it was another someone like him but dismissed it quickly when he heard the whispers of a crowd on top of it all

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[ura_wizardpeter]

Having always had the knack for being at the more interesting places at defining times, Peter saw everything: the nervous dog, crowd mentality, the young bloke with the sideburns.. Then things started to get more interesting: Sideburns talking to the dog like he knew it, squatting down inches from the dog's face and rows of sharp pointy teeth... and then suddenly, Sideburns' eyes turned yellow.

All in all, it seemed to palliate the dog, so there really wasn't much to say on the negative about the golden eyes.

A quick glance around at the gathered people, most of the lot behind the boy, proved that not a single one of them had seen it, though they were all looking bloody grateful about the dog being calmed down.

Peter stood on the edge of the crowd, waiting until the boy stood up again, a good foot or so away from him. "Amazing bit with the eyes," he paused, looking over to the dog who still watched Sideburns expectantly. "Definitely better than the stunts my Nan saw down at the Old Mo."

[an_openwound]

Once he was sure the dog was calm, he gave him a little scratch behind the ears before moving to stand again, looking to the crowd. "It's okay, he won't hurt anyone."

Then he froze, his eyes turning towards the other guy standing nearby. The guy who had seen what he did. "Uh..." He had been told by a few people that things were more easy going here, that people were more open about the supernatural stuff, but he still looked a bit unsure of himself.

"Thanks." He said finally before giving him a bit of a confused look. "The Old Mo?"

[ura_wizardpeter]

Even if they hadn't been here, Peter would've taken the supernatural stuff easily enough.. maybe not almost a year ago, but now it was all second nature.

"Yeh, she used to pop around t'the Old Mo down in Drury Lane..." a pause, eyebrows lifting. "Middlesex? Variety shows?" He might as well've said Neptune. But enough of that, maybe there was a group of Neptunians floating around Haurvatat as they spoke.

"Are you some sort of a dog, then? Maybe a werewolf?" He'd seen one, but unlike Warren Zevon's song, it had been in Ipswitch, not London.

[an_openwound]

Scott continued to watch him with a blank expression before finally looking sheepish. "Sorry, I...uh..." He didn't get it and it made him feel kind of stupid for a moment but he let it go at the question.

"Uh, I'm...a werewolf." Yes, it was still very strange to be so open about that sort of thing. "My name is also Scott." He held out a hand.

[deathtotoasters]

Kyla had seen the crowd, too, and came in near the tail end of the event to see the guy seemingly comfort the dog and get the dog under control. Once it happened, most of the crowd seem to disperse since the 'show' was over.

Kyla, herself, was framed on either side by dogs. On her left was Ripper, a mostly Bullmastif mix and on her right was Ginger, a red-haired Husky. Both sat obediently when she came to a stand still.

"That was nice of you." She appreciated people who could deal with animals. Kyla had not seen the whole eye thing.

[an_openwound]

The dog relaxed further once the crowd started to part, the tension easing out of him as Scott gave him another little scratch behind the ear before standing and turning to look at the woman with dogs standing nearby.

For a moment he looked almost uneasy, like he was worried he had been caught at something, but then he relaxed with a small smile. "He was scared, it made sense to step in."

[deathtotoasters]

"Sometimes people don't get dogs are just like people... no one wants a bunch of people staring, pointing, and murmuring about you." Kyla actually felt annoyed when thinking about it.

[an_openwound]

"Pretty much." He glanced over at the dog again, patting a hand against his thigh to call him over which the dog listened to happily as he moved to Scott's side. "I'd probably snarl too if I just wanted to be left alone."

Looking at her again, he smiled as he nodded towards her dogs. "What's their names?"