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[Before Andy manages to switch it up to audio, but that’s definitely not his voice coming out of the speaker. What your ears are treated to is the sound of a very upset dog barking its head off, trying to figure out what the heck is going on.]



[Sometime later that afternoon, when he’s calmed himself down, Andy makes a break from the Welcome Center. He’s a dog; he’s sure it’s a curse and, well... he’s got time to kill until midnight and no opposable thumbs with which to play video games, so why not to check out the town?

Dog!Andy can be found around the city doing various things: from rummaging in the garbage cans, chasing his tail, harassing ducks in Xanadu, and even chewing on a manky boot.

He’s a fairly friendly dog and will happily approach anyone that comes near.]

Never cared for dogs, but they are a vast improvement on winged lemmings.

Speaking of suicidal rodents; Police Force has once again lost their 'head'. Lacking half the brain needed to work coffee maker and fetch donuts, I imagine the station's in utter chaos.


( (Private to Solomon) )

[ The feed starts with just the hint of static, half of the screen covered in darkness. The only noise is sound of panting and the faint strains of somebody's iPod. Suddenly a growl fills the air, small and clearly puppy-ish, just before the device is dropped with a thump. He doesn't quite get what's going on, his mind a haze of odd smells and even odder feelings, but he clearly remembers that the device is important.

Moments later a small black nose appears on screen, the confused expression of a Jack Russell looming over it. Stiles' tail is going a mile a minute (and holy crap, he has a tail!) and there's that crooked canine smile that clearly suggests something playful. If he's dreaming, it's really cool, but he doubts it. Maybe it's something that he should remember, but all he really wants to do is chase that peculiar scent.

So he moves away, nose to the floor and his tail thumping the table as he passes. The door is going to be problematic. Stiles aims for a jump towards the handle and ends up crashing on his ass, a whine of sound drifting from where he is. Clearly height is going to be a thing today. ]



(( ooc: so Stiles is a puppy because i could not resist and it will make all his jokes 100% funnier, yes. . He will be all up in yo business if you come and let him out, just saying. ))

[ The feed comes on with a loud tap as the blonde boy fidgets with the device. ] -- turn it on? Maybe this button.. [ the feed cuts short.

a few moments later, it turns back on again, and Ventus is grinning triumphantly. ]

So that's how you do it! [ after a pause, he lifts one hand from the communicator, leaving it at a slanted angle as he waves. ]

Hi! I'm looking for some people. A guy with brown hair, wearing clothes that are similar to mine, and about ye tall -- [ As he moves his hand, the camera tilts again, showing - not the hand that roughly judged his companion's height, but Vanitas, standing on the roof of a building close behind Ventus. As if on cue, he shifts, takes a step forward-- and jumps off of it and onto the ground a few feet behind Ventus. ]

There you are, Ventus. I’ve been looking for you. [ He raises some weird looking sword, swinging it forward.

Ventus moves out of the way sharply, communicator dropping to the ground as he pulls out his own odd looking sword. It is then that the feed times out. ]

I happen to be immensely fond of dogs. I am. I really well and truly am.

In what other beast of the field or bird of the air can one find the same sort of loyalty and devotion as in Dog? Dog alone accompanies Man when all other animals flee in the face of fire or storm. Dog alone looks first to Man before any other animal. Indeed, Man himself made Dog out of the rough shapes of Wolf and Jackal. Man himself made Dog to suit himself, and Dog obliges, going out with Man to work, serving him well, and guarding his hearth by night. The myriad shapes and purposes of Dog, the companion shape, the working shape, the tracker, the hunter, the runner, all the colors and shapes of Dog born out of Wolf with the aid of Man's hand all to suit Man. And Dog happily obliges and is shaped by the hand of Man as Man sees fit.

Man has made Dog.

God made Man and Man made Dog. And it was very good.

Now. Who's a good doggie? Yes, yes. Who wants a biscuit?

[ooc: Yes, he does like dogs--this is completely canon and authentic. But he likes them to experiment on. Remember, he is, at his roots, a classical Pavlovian. And that requires dogs (his usually get Russian names, for the record, in honor of Pavlov--but it also makes pedigrees and genealogies easy, hurr hurr).

But he'll play nice today. If doggies--cursed or ordinary--would like treats, he will have pockets full of treats and he will be wandering around distributing them--but you may have to sit, shake, fetch, roll over, or play dead first. The treats are harmless. They're just tasty bits.]

What is it with this City and turning people into animals? Kinda starting to get bestiality vibes from the deities...

For the record; I don't like pets. So if you feel a strong urge to wear a collar and wag your tail around me, then do it when you're not in the form of a dog. And preferably be a hot girl.

Now, that sounds like something I could like...

[locked to Crowley]

So where can I meet you Mister Demon, sir?

[ Once again, Coulson is out in Xanadu with Fury. Right now, he's sitting on a bench, lips quirking into a smile. ]

At least Fury won't be lonely today. [ A beat. ] Those of you who're turned into dogs. How sentient are you?

[ The smile turns a little wry. ] If I get no answer, I'll take that as a 'not at all sentient'.

I think I would have liked to be a dog, for the day. [ Just that. It comes out a little wistful. Being an animal would mean none of the responsibility. And she likes animals. She probably would have been a very cute dog, too. ]


[ ooc; feel free to catch her around town, too. she might be going for ice cream later, to see if she can spy any cute puppies ;; ]

[For about the fifth time today, Mercy's run into a dog who senses her coyote self and has decided to try and prove his dominance. She's got her hands on her hips as she faces this one down, her posture and attitude already enough to have the dog questioning the wisdom of this whole thing.]

Do not make me prove I out-dominant you, dog. I can guarantee it will not end happily for you.

[The dog attempts a growl, which quickly fades into a whimper as Mercy takes a threatening step forward, then drops down to cower submissively.]

Good boy. Now run along home before you meet someone even meaner than me.

[She turns, sees the device recording, and sighs as she goes over to turn it off.]

Apology and a word to the wise. If you're one of the dogs who decided to take me on today, I'm sorry. If you've ended up in doggie form and are thinking about it, think again. I'm losing patience with this whole thing.