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Who: Kain and various and sundry other people who exist, I guess.
When: 7/26, though I like to think of it more as 'ambiguously timed'
Where: The majestic outskirts of Lasker.
What: Gratuitous train adventures.
Rating: I'm still the worst at giving shit a rating. I'll adjust accordingly, but it'll probably have the standard PG13 'not entirely wholesome but still vaguely wholesome' bent to it.
In which they get lost at some point:
[Two hours ago there had been a conversation which led to them marking a tree, in some deliberate and hard to ignore fashion - an X carved into it, paint, whatever - after the subject of them possibly going in circles had been raised. Two hours later, whoever had implied it turned out to be right. They were standing there. Staring at the tree. Probably bleakly given the two hours in which they had gone in a gigantic circle, but who knows. Maybe someone was fucking thrilled by it.
Kain was resigned as he stared at whatever deliberate mark they had made.]
What now?
[Obviously they keep on walking so it's kind of a rhetorical question, kind of not because they just made a giant circle and if they had a map it was lost in some hilarious yet tragic fashion, like the river took it.]
Because I couldn't figure out a way to work this into the train log:
Hold this. [And without further preamble the small and pampered (up until recently, at least, the last few days were harrowing) Pomeranian that was literally dogging Kain's steps and getting in the way of them searching the boxcars was handed to whoever he was talking to.
The dog seemed thrilled by the attention. Woof. (The dog was Saint von Andeloga the Third, owned by a Lasker merchant called who may or may not have nagged the heroes until they promised to go look for the pup. They may or may not know this.)]
Obligatory escort mission:
[And then he asked the most ominous of questions, the sort of question that led to awkward situations typically involving not dying.]
Do you hear that?
[It's either the sniffling of small children or they've got some people they're shepherding and it's the prelude to a bunch of bandits demanding their GP or their HP, so to speak.]
When: 7/26, though I like to think of it more as 'ambiguously timed'
Where: The majestic outskirts of Lasker.
What: Gratuitous train adventures.
Rating: I'm still the worst at giving shit a rating. I'll adjust accordingly, but it'll probably have the standard PG13 'not entirely wholesome but still vaguely wholesome' bent to it.
In which they get lost at some point:
[Two hours ago there had been a conversation which led to them marking a tree, in some deliberate and hard to ignore fashion - an X carved into it, paint, whatever - after the subject of them possibly going in circles had been raised. Two hours later, whoever had implied it turned out to be right. They were standing there. Staring at the tree. Probably bleakly given the two hours in which they had gone in a gigantic circle, but who knows. Maybe someone was fucking thrilled by it.
Kain was resigned as he stared at whatever deliberate mark they had made.]
What now?
[Obviously they keep on walking so it's kind of a rhetorical question, kind of not because they just made a giant circle and if they had a map it was lost in some hilarious yet tragic fashion, like the river took it.]
Because I couldn't figure out a way to work this into the train log:
Hold this. [And without further preamble the small and pampered (up until recently, at least, the last few days were harrowing) Pomeranian that was literally dogging Kain's steps and getting in the way of them searching the boxcars was handed to whoever he was talking to.
The dog seemed thrilled by the attention. Woof. (The dog was Saint von Andeloga the Third, owned by a Lasker merchant called who may or may not have nagged the heroes until they promised to go look for the pup. They may or may not know this.)]
Obligatory escort mission:
[And then he asked the most ominous of questions, the sort of question that led to awkward situations typically involving not dying.]
Do you hear that?
[It's either the sniffling of small children or they've got some people they're shepherding and it's the prelude to a bunch of bandits demanding their GP or their HP, so to speak.]
no subject
And he seems to rather like you. [He said with the confident, relaxed tones of someone who’d just walk away if the dog was offered back to him.]
no subject
[ Gently correcting Kain because he had less of a choice in whether to bother or not. Alchemists care about accuracy and whatnot because even the slightest inaccuracies can lead to disaster. ]
I suppose I'll protect her in my care then. Some consider pets to be like their children, after all. This does leave me preoccupied, however.
[ On his end, P sounds like he's rationalizing this into something that'll endear him to the situation at hand. Kain is right though, the dog can sense a nervous victim that shall soon come to love her like the rest. After a mouthful of pom tail, of course. ]
no subject
[While it’s said with some sincerity (because, after all, it’s difficult to lift doors and move things when there’s a tiny dog in the way) it would likely be more convincing if Kain wasn’t clearly enjoying this. He had enough diplomacy - hard earned diplomacy through moments like hearing stupid orders and not being in a position in which he could directly call them stupid - to not make it too obvious. He had some tact. But there was a slight quirk to his lips that wasn't there previously, and the perceptive could probably tell that he was doing the subdued version of settling in with a tub of popcorn to watch the show.
So to speak. But he clearly was in a better mood than he was fifteen minutes ago.]
We can hardly work with…her shadowing us about. She’s likely to get in our way. It’s better that you mind her. I will only need your eyes. And you do seem to have a way with dogs.
phone browser, y u no tell me i fucked up closing the html
[ [ He wants to say something like "it's karma", but refrains. When Kain tells him it's an important role, he at least can accept the idea calmly- at this rank, he's only useful for supporting, and this is technically support. Dogsitting in a dangerous situation... The other servants would probably find this hilarious. ] ]
She seems more of a breed for companionship rather than hunting or tracking, but I suppose wealthy owners wouldn't mind that. Anyway, do keep us safe in exchange. I'd appreciate it.
*I* could've totally told you but I didn't.
You’ve nothing to fear.
[Although it seems rather peaceful, even if he’s kind of a wary sort who’s suspicious anyway. But no. It’s an okay day. Not a good day, but the weather’s decent. It’s quiet...aside from the dog barking.]
If we can’t find her owner...have you given thought to keeping her?
[Yes he might still be enjoying this.]
oh my god
That the universe with this system, as well as the people in it, are fucking bonkers on a pogo-stick. ]
That's reassuring.
[ Paracelsus smiles at the reassurance, and he even keeps it when Kain ponders at the future of von Andeloga here. That doesn't mean he's actually considered adopting the dog though, and the though actually makes his brain sort of... stall. ]
...Is that allowed? To keep a pet alongside a Carrier, I mean.
"I could tell Pea- nah," I thought.
[But he should get back to work, and thus he turns from Paracelsus and the pomeranian to pick through the pine and branches strewing the forest floor, shifting it with the butt of his spear in the hopes of turning up something that might be relevant to them. So far, not very, aside from that little scrap of leather and metal which implies that there might be a piece of luggage not very far from where they were blown wide open.]
We might have to, you realize, if we cannot find her owner.
（╯°□°）╯︵ (\ .o.)\
Ugh he wouldn't mind examining all the wreckage too, but yeah, pre-occupied here. the doompom barks in the direction of a rubble pile Kain hasn't checked yet. with P moving over to it to see her reaction. It's not clawing his arm, so that's... a good sign? (It's probably food, or what's left of it.)]
I can give her a temporary... home, I suppose. I hope she does not mind a more modest diet and attire.
[ No more ribeye steak and sterling collars for you, poochie. ]
Her survival and lack of injuries after such a perilous event is admirable, at least.
/(.-. \)
P gets a gesture that's the universal one known as 'hold back' as he approaches the rubble. It is likely going to be food, maybe a corpse, and the remains of a bomb.]
She would fit right in with the rest of us. I'd be concerned about a less... [Durable?] ...persistent canine and how she'd fare with our carriers, but something tells me she would be fine.