[ 007 ]

[defies_reason]

[Isaak's not about on the Network this weekend; the lack of thumbs makes it a bit difficult.

Instead, a large gray wolf is roaming the City. He's on best behaviour-- he's not really a beast, after all-- whether out in the Square, investigating his usual haunts from a four-legged perspective, or out in the woods, exploring areas more fitted to his current form.

Either way, he's obviously a bit unusual. Don't worry, he doesn't bite.

Probably.]


[ooc; OPEN ACTION basically anywhere over the whole weekend <3 replies from sirko]

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[sirko]

[Never let it be said that Isaak thinks himself too good for the simple pleasures in life.

He bounds off, just fast enough to be slightly out of reach.]

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[candothat]

[It will never be said.

Chekov gives chase. He might be speedy for a teacup poodle, but a loping wolf is far, far faster.

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[sirko]

[Story of your life, Chekov.

Isaak stops short, turns, and bounds over him, haring off in the other direction.]

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[candothat]

[Chekov yelps indignantly and alters his heading. He will catch Isaak even if it means running circles around the City (or until he gets bored or tired).]

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[sirko]

[He'll catch Isaak when Isaak feels like it, probably. Like when Isaak stops short and sits down on the spot, an obstacle to run into.]

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[candothat]

[Ay, no fair! Chekov rushes headlong into the wolf--an act that likely doesn't faze Isaak in the least--and flops onto the ground, belly-up. He surrenders.]

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[sirko]

[He's unmistakably laughing now, tongue lolling.]

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[candothat]

[Chekov rolls to his paws and snorts, trying not think about how utterly ridiculous he must look next to Isaak.

That doesn't last long. He yips and runs, inviting the wolf to chase him.]

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[sirko]

[At least they both look ridiculous, behaving like this.

The wolf crouches low, giving Chekov a head start before chasing after.]

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[candothat]

[Who cares? No one will recognize them.

Chekov does what any self-respecting and hopelessly outclassed dog would do: scramble under a bush. What do you think of that low clearance, wolf?]

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[sirko]

[Sure, the big gray вовк and the short curly-haired one wandering around together, there's no resemblance.

Isaak doesn't pause, he just leaps over the bush to see if Chekov's come out the other side.]

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[candothat]

[No resemblance in the least!

No curly-haired dog emerges. Chekov has doubled back, going around the bush to sneak up behind Isaak. And--pounce!]

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[sirko]

[Very sneaky! Your Uncle Isaak is proud, Poodle Andreievich.

Enough so to play along, yelping theatrically and jumping.]

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[candothat]

[That nickname is going to stick, isn't it.

Chekov runs an excited victory lap around Isaak before realizing, rather abruptly, that he's quite tired. He flops bonelessly at his paws.

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[sirko]

[If the shoe fits...

Oh, Chekov. Sirko gives him a friendly nudge with his nose, settling down too.]

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[candothat]

[He huffs and rolls over to curl up against Isaak. Being a tiny dog requires a great deal of effort and is most exhausting.]

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[sirko]

[Well, okay. Just this once.]