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Follows-Chalk/ Fallout New Vegas/ Bar

Oct 03, 2011 21:36

It's been a few weeks since Follow's-Chalk's last visit to the bar. Time enough to mull things over and reach the conclusion that if the supernatural building peopled by all manner of strange and unfamiliar people insists on following him across the desert, there's not really much point in raising a fuss. Having appeared like an ominous thunderhead ( Read more... )

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aaaaaaaagh_sky October 4 2011, 01:49:49 UTC

That's no dog. Not according to the one that's holding back, ears laid back, hackles starting to rise.

Dogmeat knows that smell, and doesn't really like it.

mm_toaster October 4 2011, 02:12:07 UTC

The yao guai is probably in Dogmeat's weight class. But it has nopthing on him as far as suicidally insane protective instincts go. The cub rears up on its hind legs, peering nearsightedly in the dog's general direction.

"Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

Chalk likewise looks up from the table. Call it habit. Yao guai vocalizations tend to make him sit up and take notice.

aaaaaaaagh_sky October 4 2011, 02:14:10 UTC

"Dogmeat," says Ellen, without even looking up, "no."

The dog freezes.

"Down, Dogmeat." She sets her own work aside- she was doing her best to repair a bit of halter-work- and heads over to grab the dog by the collar. "No fighting here- oh my..."

She doesn't often see yao guai cubs. Usually she sees the FACE FULL OF MAMA BEAR first.

mm_toaster October 4 2011, 02:48:28 UTC

Chalk's face melts from catiusly alert to something approaching wry.

"Heh. Can't say I blame him, neh?" Ellen will get a smile. The tether is given a yank just sharp enough to encourage the yao guai to retreat a few steps.

"Not too many critters meaner than a yao guai. I'd be worried too."

He stands, wiping his hands on a cloth before offering one to her.

"Good morning, Ellen Park."

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not_his_pa October 4 2011, 02:35:19 UTC

William's been working on keeping up his firearms practice out back and is walking through the Bar with his rifle when he sees the bear.

His father would be proud of how quickly he loads and aims and as he aims he notices the leash and man, "You've got a bear, sir?"

mm_toaster October 4 2011, 02:56:27 UTC

You develop a keen sense of hearing out in the wastes. Never know when a critter may be stalking you. Or an enemy laying an ambush. That click as the hammer goes back? That's a noise Chalk is familair with. He'll be noticing William long before William notices him.

"Hoi." It's not a loud greeting. Just a polite decleration of presence. No reason for things to get nasty just yet.

At the qustion, the tattoed individual offers a wry smile and hold up a length of the tether.

"Yeah. Better than the other way around, neh?"

not_his_pa October 4 2011, 02:58:05 UTC

William lowers his rifle and glances at Chalk with a nod,

"Yeah, it workin'?"

mm_toaster October 4 2011, 03:08:14 UTC

"Seems to be," confirms the tribal, relaxing enough to glance down at his charge now that being shot in the face seems to be less of a possibility. "Don't think this ones big enough to know what bears are supposed to do anyway."

Hey, when you've encountered specimens over ten feet tall on their hind legs, a fifty pound cub totally counts as a little one.

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