[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.]
[...Awoooooooooooou're a loserface Loe. Lilith is going to steal your dog away except not because he seems pretty determined to stay put and wait and he's too big for her to carry off.
She howls until she's blue, cracks off another bullet and exhales, fanning the smell of gunsmoke away from her wrinkling nose.]
Whoa. Sorry, sweetie. I'd take a look around in the weather but, uh... yeah. Can see jack all in it and we're not gonna do you any favors gunning blind.
[... So, naturally, Lilith shoots the fog again. Except around kneecap-height for a grown man.]
[Goodie for the dog. He seems to recognize the guy who just took it upon himself to push at her no-no zone.
Which doesn't bother her as much as how she interprets this to mean he's been ignoring her AND the dog the whole time. Lilith wags an angry finger at where she thinks he is.]
[Loe that is so not polite. Fair is fair, dude. Lilith shoves him back to explain without using her words that being bullied around physically or otherwise perturbs her zen. At least the pistol isn't aimed at him!]
Like I care. Some people don't pay attention until they're getting shot at.
[Lower lip sticking out mullishly, and looking pointedly at the man, she bends to scratch Barky Faithful behind an ear.]
[Lilith might actually seizure and die if she doesn't get the last word. She resists the childish temptation to stick her foot out to trip him (or try to) but fails to keep herself from flicking the back of his skull.]
Your dog is way cuter than you are.
[That having been said, she sticks her nose up and gathers her things. What a waste of bullets-- none of them seem to have struck gold. She considers it a tragedy that Loe isn't limping.]
You lose somebody, boy? ... Girl?
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AwwwooooOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOO---BOOM--oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooCRACKOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo.....
Come on, Loe, get your sweet candy ass outta that fog.]
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IS THAT LOE COMING OUT?!
CAN IT BE?!?!?!?!
--nope.
Just a leaf falling.
LAME.]
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She howls until she's blue, cracks off another bullet and exhales, fanning the smell of gunsmoke away from her wrinkling nose.]
Whoa. Sorry, sweetie. I'd take a look around in the weather but, uh... yeah. Can see jack all in it and we're not gonna do you any favors gunning blind.
[... So, naturally, Lilith shoots the fog again. Except around kneecap-height for a grown man.]
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Tragically, it doesn't look like Loe is coming out any time soon. He'll just have to wait.
Gross. Waiting.]
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Come onnnnn...
[Thinking about it. Thiiinking... Lilith has her shield, in case...
The Siren inches off of her buttocks and sliiiiiides into the fog...]
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Don't go in there.
[The dog is clearly overjoyed to see its master again.]
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[Goodie for the dog. He seems to recognize the guy who just took it upon himself to push at her no-no zone.
Which doesn't bother her as much as how she interprets this to mean he's been ignoring her AND the dog the whole time. Lilith wags an angry finger at where she thinks he is.]
His highness finally gets off his ass!
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Wasn't on my ass.
[And, after a moment's thought.]
In the future, try not to fire blind. You might hit someone accidentally.
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Like I care. Some people don't pay attention until they're getting shot at.
[Lower lip sticking out mullishly, and looking pointedly at the man, she bends to scratch Barky Faithful behind an ear.]
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So I see.
[Loe snaps his fingers for the dog, and it abandons Lilith in a heartbeat. The ear scratchings were very nice, but that's his master calling, you see.
Loe gives Lilith an evaluating look, and then decides he's done, stepping around her to leave. The dog keeps close to his heels.]
Stay out of the fog unless you want to die.
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Your dog is way cuter than you are.
[That having been said, she sticks her nose up and gathers her things. What a waste of bullets-- none of them seem to have struck gold. She considers it a tragedy that Loe isn't limping.]
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