scawwy / ishtar

[rimet]

will britt live to endgame this time let's find out

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[prochronistic]

[ishtar is just coming out of the barn and picking some straw out of her hair! she also has not noticed the ink.

she gives a wave when she spots him, though.]

Good morning, Pickles!

[rimet]

Woof!

[ He trots over to Ishtar to greet her for the morning and tilts his head when he looks up to see the straw in her hair that Ishtar is currently picking out. ]

[prochronistic]

[so cute... she crouches down and reaches out to pet him. the straw she picks it out is abandoned on the ground. it is just straw, the type one might find in a barn.]

And how are you doing today?

[rimet]

Woof, woof.

[ The device speaks in a robotic voice:

The puppy says that it is doing well and hopes for the peace to continue.

spoilers: it does not continue. ]

[prochronistic]

[



this puppy is going to be part of the tutorial murder, huh, haki]

You and me both. The more peaceful it stays while we're figuring out a way out of this mess, the better.

[rimet]

[ Maybe.

Pickles moves his head up and down at that. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy thinks that considering the current inhabitants, it may pose a challenge. ]

[prochronistic]

Some of us do seem a little... [what's the nicest way she can say this.] ...volatile, I suppose...

[rimet]

[ Pickles huffs, looking down at the ground before looking up at her again. There's a word "arcanist" that peeks through Pickles's fur in something that seems like ink. ]

[prochronistic]

...arcanist...?

[sorry pickles, she is sort of just murmuring the word as she notices it.]

[rimet]

Woof.

[ The puppy would like to ask what is wrong. ]

[prochronistic]

I don't believe I've ever met an arcanist before. I suppose I'm a little confused as to why the word has appeared on your fur...?

[rimet]

[ Pickles tries to find it on his fur, but it's on his back and that's not a place where he can reach or see. He grumbles a little in response. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy asks if you are shunning it. ]

[prochronistic]

[she shakes her head]

No, of course not! I just don't know what it means.

[rimet]

Woof! Woof, awoo...

[ The puppy says that an arcanist is born with eccentric abilities and gifts and that they are generally repelled to the margin of society. ]

[prochronistic]

...well, that hardly seems fair. One can't help the gifts they're born with.

[rimet]

[ Pickles tilts his head. He knows it's not for him to decide, but it's also what enables him to turn hedonism into a fetch ball. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy thanks you, for you are kind. ]

[prochronistic]

[she reaches over to pet him if he will allow it.]

You're very kind, too, Pickles.

[rimet]

Woof...

[ The puppy says that it is just a dog. ]

[prochronistic]

Don't sell yourself short! I've met plenty of dogs that were decidedly unfriendly. You're a cut above the rest.

[rimet]

Woo...

[ The puppy thinks it's the same with humans. ]