[ 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 Rondo near the river. ]
[ rondo is indeed near the river! he's got... a sword! in fact, pickles may have heard him making little "hah!" "hyah!" noises not five minutes before, practicing his sword forms.. but the distraction of the dog is HIGHLY welcomed. ]
okay... he offers the sword to pickles if he wants to smell it.....?? it, much like rondo
smells like fire? but it's almost like, half and half. half of it is the warmth and nice fire of a hearth, the comforting, soothing sense that rondo has about him. the other half is... something else, much darker, something almost acrid. the pink half seems to be the part that smells off.
rondo, meanwhile, is truly just so comfortable talking to pickles so he just explains: ]
This is Fisteralda, Sir Puppy. It's... it's not my sword... not really. Only part of it is. So I'm not as good with it as I think I need to be...which means I have to keep practicing with it every day, haha.
[ Pickles takes a sniff of the sword, curious by the mix of scents. His face scrunches a little before snorting the other way. When Rondo says that, he tilts his head and gestures his paw to the pink half of the sword. ]
It - it can translate what you're thinking?! What?! Sometimes the Ringbearer Chosen talks to animals, or, at least they say they can understand animals, but everyone can understand you with something like that -?! This is really amazing, Sir Puppy!
[ SPARKLING
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Wait! Wait, do you have another name?! Can you tell me your name?
anyway!!! rondo has been hanging out and standing guard at the animal crossing houses today, keeping a faithful watch over alfyn, but once enough time has passed (and/or he's traded his shift with another fussy worrier) he is going to find pickles...!
after much searching, he pokes his head into the haunted house. ]
[ Pickles is at the living room and lifts his head when he hears Rondo. His tail wags once, but stops. He hasn't wagged his tail much at all today, but at least it's something. His dead indigo eyes, the way he awkwardly walks on over to Rondo, and his fur losing its shine with a lot more additional white patches... There's no hostility. ]
[ no weh the baby... he comes down to one knee immediately so they're on level, and lifts both of his hands like he wants to pet him - but he hesitates, if only because he doesn't want to disrespect him, but also... ]
... Sir Pickles... how are you feeling? Is your translator functioning alright...?
[ Affection week saving my ass or Pickles wouldn't want to do anything with other people. When Rondo lifts both hands, Pickles slowly leans into one of them and nuzzles it and softly whines.
[ SWEET PICKLES NOOO well once he leans into the hand, rondo pets him immediately - fingers behind his ears, cupping his sweet face between his palms and scritching in all the good spots. ]
I can only imagine. [ not our sweet pickles ] ...Alfyn told me a little about what happened. It sounds as if it's lucky that the four of you made it back at all...
[ as soon as he relaxes, rondo just plops down to sit next to him. time to give all the pets to pickles in all the best spots. dog to dog communication. ]
Mmm... I'm glad. [ he's a little surprised that todomatsu is a strong fighter but he'd never say that. ] And strong of heart, to have gone through such a trial and come out the other end... that includes you, Sir Pickles.
anyway rondo is here. he's at the dojo, because of course he is - working hard with his sword. pickles will probably hear him before he sees him, considering... ]
Hah! Hyah!
[ we're back to this again. he's beating up one of these training dummies with expertise. as he wraps up a form, breathing slightly hard, he glances to the side, though, and brightens up. pickles can feel his emotions - determination, and then something warm and bright at the sight of a friend. he puts his hand to his heart and bows. ]
[ his emotions immediately bubble up into even more excitement at that idea, as he draws fisteralda again and takes a step back.
he readies his stance, takes a deep breath. in, and out. and then - ] Hah!
[ lunges forward and slices diagonally across the dummy's body! SACRED CHARGE THIS!!!!!! and the resulting slice sends it tumbling into the floor in two pieces. ]
He asked for it, but is still surprised when Rondo connects the slice with the dummy. Wow! His tail wags and barks excitedly. He's like this except he's staying put in a single place. ]
[ as he pulls away from it, rondo's own emotions bloom into excitement and delight, and - something deeply pleased at this form of dog praise, because he excels under praise, and then something kind of sheepish and embarrassed. but clearly so happy about it. ]
Ehehe... It's not that big of a deal! It'd be a shame if I couldn't fight an unmoving dummy.... but there you go!
[ The dummy is alive?! The dummy is alive. Pickles thinks that apparently being bisected isn't enough for this thing, so it bites onto its arm and rips it off from the body. Hay. ]
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Woof.
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Sir puppy!
[ rondo is indeed near the river! he's got... a sword! in fact, pickles may have heard him making little "hah!" "hyah!" noises not five minutes before, practicing his sword forms.. but the distraction of the dog is HIGHLY welcomed. ]
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Woof!
[ Let him sniff the sword. ]
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okay... he offers the sword to pickles if he wants to smell it.....?? it, much like rondo
smells like fire? but it's almost like, half and half. half of it is the warmth and nice fire of a hearth, the comforting, soothing sense that rondo has about him. the other half is... something else, much darker, something almost acrid. the pink half seems to be the part that smells off.
rondo, meanwhile, is truly just so comfortable talking to pickles so he just explains: ]
This is Fisteralda, Sir Puppy. It's... it's not my sword... not really. Only part of it is. So I'm not as good with it as I think I need to be...which means I have to keep practicing with it every day, haha.
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… heh, you’ve got a pretty sharp eye, huh…? That’s… that part isn’t mine.
[ his free hand comes up to touch the bluer side. ]
This… I’m pretty sure this belongs to me. I can’t tell, because I can’t feel the Flame, but…. I think it must be mine.
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Woo...
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Woo...
[ he mumbles, an imitation of the noise... ]
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Pickles whines a little in response and the device around his neck speaks in a robotic voice:
The puppy thinks you should claim ownership regardless. ]
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immediately falls on his ass and almost drops his sword ]
Hweh!? Did you just talk?!
[ HELLO ]
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The puppy would like to introduce you to Doggie, the best dog translator built by Mr. APPLe.
Pickles snorts when it says "best". ]
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It - it can translate what you're thinking?! What?! Sometimes the Ringbearer Chosen talks to animals, or, at least they say they can understand animals, but everyone can understand you with something like that -?! This is really amazing, Sir Puppy!
[ SPARKLING
wait ]
Wait! Wait, do you have another name?! Can you tell me your name?
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Woof...
[ The puppy says that his name is Pickles. ]
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[ a beat and then at a less stupid volume: ]
.... Would it be offensive to you if I said it was cute...?
[ polite ]
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[ pickles... sir pickles..... soooo cute.... ]
Can I still call you Sir Pickles? Hehe.
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[ The puppy thinks as long as you refer to it by name, anything will do. ]
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[ tailwag... he doesn't have a tail but if he did he would be wagging it. ]
...You really did understand everything I said, huh... [ as if in realization, a few minutes later. ] ...thank you, for your kind words.
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[ The puppy is glad, for it wishes to communicate.
Even if Pickles thinks the translator isn't accurate all the time. ]
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[ he is going to be starry eyed at this forever. rondo beams at pickles. ]
Then, I hope we can do a lot of communicating, Sir Pickles! Let's take advantage and talk a lot.
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... Woo.
[ The puppy does not enjoy the taste of robot blood. ]
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[ baby ] Where did... wait, robot blood? From... that?
[ THE CANDY? ]
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[ The puppy greets you and says that the candy it currently has tastes like the mysterious blue fluid. ]
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anyway!!! rondo has been hanging out and standing guard at the animal crossing houses today, keeping a faithful watch over alfyn, but once enough time has passed (and/or he's traded his shift with another fussy worrier) he is going to find pickles...!
after much searching, he pokes his head into the haunted house. ]
...Sir Pickles? [ here boy... ]
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Woof.
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... Sir Pickles... how are you feeling? Is your translator functioning alright...?
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The puppy expresses its exhaustion. ]
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I can only imagine. [ not our sweet pickles ] ...Alfyn told me a little about what happened. It sounds as if it's lucky that the four of you made it back at all...
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[ The puppy says that all three of them are strong fighters.
Pickles quietly sighs and relaxes against Rondo's hands. ]
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Mmm... I'm glad. [ he's a little surprised that todomatsu is a strong fighter but he'd never say that. ] And strong of heart, to have gone through such a trial and come out the other end... that includes you, Sir Pickles.
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The puppy doesn't think it's as strong as you say it is. ]
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anyway rondo is here. he's at the dojo, because of course he is - working hard with his sword. pickles will probably hear him before he sees him, considering... ]
Hah! Hyah!
[ we're back to this again. he's beating up one of these training dummies with expertise. as he wraps up a form, breathing slightly hard, he glances to the side, though, and brightens up. pickles can feel his emotions - determination, and then something warm and bright at the sight of a friend. he puts his hand to his heart and bows. ]
Good morning, Sir Pickles.
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Woof!
[ The puppy greets you and asks if you can cut down the dummy. ]
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Oh! Yes, of course I can, did you want to watch?
[ his emotions immediately bubble up into even more excitement at that idea, as he draws fisteralda again and takes a step back.
he readies his stance, takes a deep breath. in, and out. and then - ] Hah!
[ lunges forward and slices diagonally across the dummy's body! SACRED CHARGE THIS!!!!!! and the resulting slice sends it tumbling into the floor in two pieces. ]
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He asked for it, but is still surprised when Rondo connects the slice with the dummy. Wow! His tail wags and barks excitedly. He's like this except he's staying put in a single place. ]
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Ehehe... It's not that big of a deal! It'd be a shame if I couldn't fight an unmoving dummy.... but there you go!
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Meanwhile, the dummy that got sliced in half (non-symmetrical) throws a pebble at Rondo's head somehow.
... ]
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Wah! [ and he whips his head around to look at the dummy?! cut in half. scrambling for another pebble. ] ...Wh... what the...
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Oh - good job, Sir Pickles! [ VICIOUS!!!!! he's immediately jumping up to slice off its other arm! get off!! ] Stay down!
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The dummy wiggles helplessly. Weh. Pickles puts a paw on it. Victory!!! ]
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I'll admit, having a practice dummy that fights back is kind of nice... but, it's pretty creepy, too.