Characters: Amaterasu, the crew of the 4423
Content: After hearing about this new mission, Ammy decides to train, and invites the whole crew.
Setting: Top deck
Time: Moon-rise, sometime after the Boston Market
Warnings: People finding out that one of their passangers is a god-dog, violence, possible cursing.
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In Soviet Russia, Dog train YOU )
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Somewhere off in the dark, the distinct and rather unwelcome sound of heels dragging along the deck floor reverberated through the night, sluggish and lethargic. The new moonlight illuminated the incoming figure, who in all appearances didn't seem to want to be here, hands stuffed into pockets and upper back curved noticeably into a slouch.
"Since when've we had a dog on board?" Shinji inquired outloud, not realizing his lack of distinction between wolf and dog. They all looked the same to him, anyway.
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The man looked... well... squishy. Like he didn't move around much. She cocked her head to one side, as if asking what he was doing here.
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One bony hand was drawn up to press against his forehead. "That ain't much of an answer, but I guess I wasn't really expectin' one from you. You don't talk, do ya?" It wasn't so much a question, as it was a statement.
And if he had anything to say about it, he would definitely protest to being called "squishy".
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The handwritting was a thing of art, and she nosed it towards him.
'Just because you can't speak doesn't mean you can't talk~'
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After a brief time in the Boston Market, Kouichi had simply retreated back into his quarters. He'd gotten a few more weapons for himself, along with a couple new books, and was relatively pleased with his new haul.
Which was why he hadn't appeared in a few days, between reading in his cabin and tinkering in the radio room.
Now was as good a time as any to check up on the rest of the crew, he supposed, since he hadn't seen much of them. So he made his way up to the deck, giving the place a look around. Doing that allowed him to spot Amaterasu, and his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to walk over in her direction, calm and careful as not to startle her.
"Hello there," he smiled pleasantly at the wolf, crouching down to her level. Lifting one hand to push his glasses up on his face, the other arm resting on his knee, he tilted his head at her, not unlike a bird. "What're you doing out here by yourself?"
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Her eye met the red of the man she didn't reconize, and she wagged her tail softly. But as he came clsoer she noticed something off. Something about how he moved and his... his smell. He smelled like feather and mice. She woofed softly at him.
(...are you human?) She asked, bluntly. SHe doubted he would understand, but why not try?
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The surprise faded into a partially forced smile, eyes shutting as he chuckled and scratched at his jaw thoughtfully. He learned from experience that it was difficult to lie believably to animals, no matter what sort they were. Wolves were always particularly clever, if he recalled correctly. This one was no different, and perhaps even smarter.
"No, I'm not," he replied simply instead.
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