Entry 579; Day 1345

[misterblackbird]

[Video Post]
[A blink and a shudder, but darkness at first. And fumbling. And moving shadows. Nothing to see, but there's something there. Gradually, gradually...

Ah ha: pulling away from the screen, materialising out of the shadows (or forming from them, as dark as this creature seems) is a dog--small, though not tiny, but thin (very thin), and very dark. But, strangely, for a dog, he seems to have cat's eyes: green and gold and green.

He sinks onto the floor--it seems to be a hallway or a room somewhere in the opera house--and looks rather imploringly with those green-gold-green eyes at the Network device. Imploringly.]



[But staring at the thing isn't doing much good, really, is it? Not if everyone else in the City is likewise in such a state (and he has seen and, more importantly, smelled that it does seem to be so). This ordeal is far from his usual feline transformation. He is not amused.

At least he's handsome--for a dog.

He snorts--the unmistakable sound of disgust with his situation--and boosts himself back onto his hind legs and up to the table onto which he had propped his Network device in the first place. and, with quite a bit of work (this is so much easier with the neat paws of a cat and not the gaping mouth of a dog), he manages to, at last, turn the recording off again--it takes biting at the device, so do enjoy the view inside Cain's canine mouth.

But he succeeds at last and the video ends with a sudden blink and--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: Cut for large picture of an adorable goggie who is not mine but looks quite sweet♥ After much debate, I decided that Cain would be a whippet today. Whippets possibly have their origins in Britain but, more importantly, they were a popular upper-class companion dog during the 19^th century. So it's fitting for his family and station. Also, there is a pun on whip. Because I'm terrible. Come let him out (or he'll get himself out, whatever) and he'll run around (and he will run) for the afternoon~ Also! No filters because Cain is a dog today. Obvs.]

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[he_who_kills]

[Noises in kitchen. Somebody with opposable thumbs is raiding the fridge for you.]

[misterblackbird]

[Ears are up! Oh...thank goodness...]

[primrosella]

[The sad thing is, she's so used to Cain as a cat that seeing him as a dog is just boggling.]

My goodness, just look at you!

[What, it just slipped out.]

[misterblackbird]

[Cain is much more accustomed to dealing with things as a cat too. This is just intolerable.

A doggy sigh. Rosella, please.]

[primrosella]

...Oh, dear, you can't--

[HMMM.]

Oh. Er. Well, drat it all, that...um.

...Well, you do make a very handsome dog.

[misterblackbird]

[No, alas, he can't talk.

But he can wag his tail a bit and look quite charming with very soulful eyes...]

[primrosella]

You do understand me, though, so that's something, at least. Let's see, then. Shall we say one paw for yes, two paws for no?

Do you need me to come get you?

[misterblackbird]

[Reduced to this... All right, he gives this some consideration. After all, He-Who-Kills has already been a great help (with his thumbs and everything). But, still, he'd rather like a chance to run around.

And, really, wouldn't they make rather a classical pair, the two of them?

He raises one paw (this upsets his balance a little, but he does his best).]

[primrosella]

I rather expected I might, you know. Let's see. Is there something I ought to bring with me for you?

[misterblackbird]

[Another brief moment of consideration. He-Who-Kill has fed him already, so there's that much dealt with (unless, of course, Rosella is feeling indulgent and might bring treats--but how can one ask for that?) Therefore:

As best he can, he raises two paws. Yes, he is sitting up now. It must be charming to see.]

[primrosella]

Oh, that's a relief. I was a bit worried about having to go through trying to guess what you might've needed, if you did.

[Such a cuuuuuute doggy, though.]

I'll be right over, then. Will it be all right if I just let myself in the front way?

[misterblackbird]

[Tail is a-waggin' now! And one paw in the air.

He might just come to greet her at the door, too. Like the good doggie he is.]

[primrosella]

[EXCELLENT.

And as promised, after a brief travel montage short duration, she's heading up to let herself into the Opera House. Thankfully without Rollerblades on.]

Hello? Cain, He-Who-Kills, it's just me...

[As she looks around for any sign of murderous doll or adorable doggy.]

[misterblackbird]

[Adorable doggy is instantly bounding down the stairs towards her in great, leaping strides. He's all wagging-tail and dog-smile.

He skids to a stop at the door and it is perhaps a small miracle that he doesn't bowl her over with his landing. But he is pleased to see her--as evidenced by the happy-to-see-you doggy dance going on around her skirts.

He's himself somewhere in his mind, but he's also, well, a dog.]

[primrosella]

[OMG she is going to die of adorable a little.

No, really, she's trying her best to remain composed and dignified because this is Cain and he does have a tendency to get a bit crabby when he's stuck in an animal shape like this and ends up doing something remarkably cute because of it--

...but you know what, he is just too adorable, okay.]

Why, hello, there! Goodness, I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.

[Don't baby-talk him, no matter how cute he is, this is not a dog, this is a dignified member of the Queen's nobility--]

Yes, and I'm so very happy to see you, too!

[--yeah, fat chance of that.]

[he_who_kills]

[Hunter's stealth plus small size equals popping up unexpectedly - like right behind her.]

[Stern tone] No go far. You watch for bad father.

[primrosella]

[SCREAM.]

No, no, of course not! It'll only be a little walk, really. He just shouldn't be cooped up inside all day, that's all.

[misterblackbird]

[Even dog ears can't hear He-Who-Kills coming. He startles Cain, too, but...well, he won't sneer at the warning.

Although, momentarily he's busy trying to put his head under Rosella's hand. A very dignified member of the Queen's nobility, indeed.

Who would like ear-scritchies. Now, please.

Whip whip whip whip goes the tail.]

[primrosella]

[This is really not making it any easier to keep her composure about the whole matter, but by the same token, it is really hard to not get caught up in the enthusiasm of a happy dog.]

Yes, that's right, we'll only go a little way, won't we?

[Scritch, scritch, scritch.]

[misterblackbird]

[Mumbling, grumbling, whining dog noises. Yes, all right. Just a little way. But even a little way is better than no way.

These scritchies are nice...]

[primrosella]

I don't think anyone will recognize you, anyway. We'll just stay away from the main part of the City. That'll be better, anyway, since there'll be more room to run around where it's not so crowded.

[His ears are so ridiculous she can't help tousling them a little. Her daemon always had to suffer the indignity of the same treatment, and today Cain the whippet does too.]

There, now, shall we?

[misterblackbird]

[They really are rather ridiculous, yes. But he can endure this indignity (it feels rather pleasant, actually--not that he'll admit it).

Yes, yes we shall, please. He's already eagerly looking towards the door. Don't worry, he won't bolt. He can maintain his dignity that much.

At least until they get somewhere more conducive to running.]

[primrosella]

All right, then. Let's try to look like nothing more than a girl and her dog out for a walk, shall we? For a little while, at least.

[With one more pat, she opens the door and steps into the doorway, holding it open with space for him to go through.]

Roam about if you like, but don't go too far.

[misterblackbird]

[And he steps out, sniffing at the air a little. He won't roam too far, though do forgive him if he's distracted by a smell or a bird.

He goes a bit further and then turns back to look at her, tail whipping about again gently. Come on, come on.]

[primrosella]

Yes, all right, I'm coming!

[And with one last surreptitious glance back toward the hall where she was accosted by He-Who-Kills, she follows him out the door and closes it carefully behind her.]

You have a very funny tail, you know. I almost wonder if it doesn't have a mind of its own, bouncing all about like that.

[misterblackbird]

[..............that stops the aforementioned tail quite nicely.

Surely, Rosella can imagine the sort of face Cain would make if he were looking more like himself, as he stands there outside the door, facing out towards the street--pointedly facing out towards the street. And not looking anywhere else. A sniff, a snort.]

[primrosella]

Well, you do!

[She will not give it a light pull because she is a proper girl and the implications of that are a little bit questionable, but she definitely considers it.

Instead he may have another fond scratch behind the ears.]

I think it's rather sweet to see you so happy.

[misterblackbird]

[His tail is a traitor, and it sets to wagging again. Or maybe it's just the most truthful part of him--in this shape, at least. Because, truth be told, he's often this happy to be with her. But, without such a tail, it's far more difficult to see. Here then is a sign, a veritable flag, to prove his feelings.]

[primrosella]

There, now.

[Scritch, scritch.]

Come on, let's go find a place where you can have a proper run.

[misterblackbird]

[MOAR TAIL WAGGING!! Yes, please. He is a running sort of dog, very much inclined to that, and dashing up and down the aisles of the opera house theater just aren't cutting it.

He trots off ahead of her with an air almost of pride. Surely they do make a good pair, the two of them.]