scawwy / marina

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w0 monday

[rimet]

[ Pickles now has a device hanging off the strap around his neck, and that's about all that's different... except the ink thing, but he isn't aware of that just yet. He's just toddling here and there around the campsite until he sees Marina. Does she have her bible out? ]

[engraven]

[ OH NO IT'S HER BOY LEVI.......... this is so real....... but also IT'S HER BOY PICKLES. she perks up a little bit and yes. she is holding onto her book, keeping it close to her chest as she's poking in and around the various locations to see who happens to live where. ]

Oh! Hello, my good boy. How are you doing?

[ tilting her head. ]

Is that something from your box? The thing around your neck.

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Woof.

[ Pickles barks to confirm, but then he sees Marina holding that bible.

... ]

Awoo... woof.

[ The device has a small static noise before it speaks:

The puppy wishes you to be safe and surrender the book. ]

[engraven]

[ a blink as she kind of processes what is happening. and then... she brightens! ]

Huh? Oh! That's a clever little thing around your neck. Convenient. Well...

This isn't the book from the church here. Promise. Though it is a bible, it's not that bible. Whew, what a headache that one is.

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[ Pickles looks relieved as much as a dog can look that way, but now he's curious about Marina's bible with the way he looks at it. ]

Awoo.

[ The puppy wishes to read. ]

w0 post-trial

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[ Oh boy. That sure was a doozy. Pickles roams the area for a while before deciding to sniff out Marina to track her down, which makes him end up in the church. ]

... Woof.

[ He's here, letting her know of his presence so that he doesn't surprise her or anything. ]

[engraven]

[ doozy is right, pickles. she is going to just poke her head up from one of the backmost pews, where there's a makeshift bed set up out of hassock cushions and drop cloths and some hay. ]

... Ah... Hello, my friend.

[ a gentle wave with her hand. ]

Come have a seat...

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[ Pickles makes his way over to where Marina is and sits next to her. ]

Woo...

[ He places a paw on Marina's leg. ]

[engraven]

[ gently, she'll take his paw and hold it in her hand with a small smile that kind of comes and goes just as quickly. sandwiches paw carefully in both hands. ]

Hey there, Pickles... good work today...

[ blinks a little. is Doggie here in the room with us? i assume these just don't need translation but now im suss. ]

w1 tuesday

[rimet]

[ Pickles is smelling very good today, actually. He roams around the area until he meets Marina at the bottom of the swamp where it parts and leads you down a staircase.

The incentives are here and Pickles is looking around. ]

[engraven]

[ pickles smellin' good... that's so cute. what does he smell like...

she'll peek at what he's looking at, pressing in close to have a look. ]

What do you make of it all?

[ her face says it all though: she's not a fan of a blood price. she doesn't like that actually and it makes her furrow her brow just a bit. ]

[rimet]

[ Pickles looks at Mademoiselle Whisperhound's Society Papers, an item that will answer any single question. ]

Woo...

[ The puppy sees how they could be very tempting with incentives that don't leave any room for doubt. ]

[engraven]

Do we really need that kind of incentive to spill each other's blood... someone's going to monster out already...

[ she sounds so tired about it, but also, understanding in a way. ]

Though, I suppose it tracks, great power at a high price. Much of the magic where I'm from works this way as well...

[ peering at the papers: ] That is a very precarious thing to wield, but so useful...

W1 THURSDAY

[engraven]

[ hi traitor.

she's going to come find pickles after things have settled down, just looking around and about for him, though somewhat cautiously just in case. wherever she might fight him, she'll call out first, just to see what kind of mood he might be in. ]

... Pickles? Mind company?

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[ me!!

Pickles looks up at the haunted house that he sits in front of you until Marina calls for him. He slowly turns his head to look over at her. He looks terrible, actually. Pickles doesn't seem to be brewing with hostility, but there is a deep-seated exhaustion in his little doggy face, as well as exhibiting symptoms of looking like a dog zombie without the gross stuff. Actually, seeing that this is Marina, his tail wags maybe twice before it stops. It's been a rare moment of happiness for this dog tonight. There is no way that Pickles would attack Marina. ]

Woo...

[ The puppy would enjoy your company. ]

[engraven]

Then it's all yours...

[ she'll approach and immediately get down into a crouch, reaching out a hand and offering it for his paw to take. her other hand will rest on his doggy shoulder, a soft, amicable squeeze. ]

I was worried, seeing you all come out of the fog like that... I've never seen you in such a state.

What happened...?

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Woo...

[ Pickles sniffs Marina's hand before gently placing his worn paw on her hand.

The puppy says it had been gone for a long time, witnessed you and many others dying and dead, died once, its owner violently kicking it out, the city people hating the puppy, and went through a very long time of isolation. ]

w3 (how) saturday

[engraven]

[ cries and backdates this because i died last night, but marina will be at barks & waffles with pickles, having a good look about, though when she sees the francy angry shaking chihuahua manager, she just covers her mouth very carefully. ]

Got it, so shouldn't piss that guy off, for sure... this seems like your kinda place, though, Pickles. It's cozy.

... A little creepy, but mostly cozy.

[rimet]

[ The small chihuahua is so angry all the time... I can't believe you assigned francy a chi. ]

Woof!

[ The puppy says this is its favorite place.

His tail wags. ]

[engraven]

[ francy is an angry chihuahua i stand by that statement. she just laughs at that though, reaching to give his shoulders a gentle pat. ]

I think it might just be mine too - books and food?

So long as no one riles up the general management, it seems like paradise to me.

[rimet]

Woof, woof.

[ The puppy says the manager sometimes peeks over, but you get used to it.

Like a dog that wants a treat when you're sitting at the table. ]

w5, tuesday

[engraven]

[ work destroyed me yesterday so hello we are going to visit throws dart cloud (dressed to the) nines. marina looks immediately dazzled by the offerings... ]

Man, with a place like this we won't be looking too shabby at all...

[ she grins. ]

Let's check out the offerings and play a little dress up, maybe.

[ and the inevitable giant picture of cloud in a dress. ]

[rimet]

[ As long as he doesn't get hideous booties over his paws again, he's good. He doesn't see the point of clothes in regards to beauty standards, but he's happy to accompany Marina all the same. ]

Woof!

[ His tail wags, following Marina in and sniffing some clothes out of curiosity. ]

[engraven]

[ no his feets will be free! no doggy shoes for mr. pickles (unless we suddenly have 100 degree concrete??? then he might need to entertain shoes. or being carried. but we probably won't have that problem....) ]

Some of this stuff is way too fancy to go running around here with, though—

[ sliding a couple of dresses down the line and kind of.

pausing. ]

Oh.



This one's got teeth on it?

[ like is that a teeth pattern? she hates that wow. ummmmm (toothiana voice: lOOK AT ALL THE LITTLE BITS OF BLOOD AND GUM!) ]

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Pickles doesn't like this either, so he just grabs the teeth patterned dress with his mouth and carries it off elsewhere. Out of sight, out of mind. ]