Major Nathaniel Lilywhite (
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[who let the dogs out?]
WHO: Major Lilywhite
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.
Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.
Only a little less erratic.
He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.
He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.
He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.
He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:
"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.
WHERE: Major/Ravi's cabin, around the village
WHEN: Mid-October
OPEN TO: All, specific starter for Ravi
WARNINGS: PUPPIES.
Major had been lured outside by the sound of whimpering. Every ounce of softness and kindness he'd ever held in his body had been tingling like a small fire, spreading over the expanse of his body from head to toe at the sound. When he had opened the door, two boxes were sitting side-by-side on the porch - one about half the size of the other and, to his surprise, moving around like one of those fake ferret toys for cats, the kind that's glued to a mechanical ball that moves around.
Only a little less erratic.
He took the stationary box in first, setting it off to the side of the living room, before returning to get the one that had now seemed to calm down a little bit. As he lifted it, there was a quiet yelp from the inside, and Major knew in an instant what the mystery box's contents were, without having to remove the lid.
He sets the box down in the middle of the living room, carefully lifting up the cover to reveal the small, Basset Hound puppy gazing up at him inside. At the sight of his face, it lets out another yelp, this one happier but still pleading, and tries to stand on its hind legs to see outside the open top of the box. It doesn't quite have the hang of what it means to be coordinated yet, and so it tumbles backwards, causing a very loud "AWW!!" to come rushing out of Major's mouth.
He reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and, before he can manage to do anything to stop it, runs straight out of the door that Major's foolishly left open by mistake.
He opens his mouth to shout a name, but realizes he doesn't have one at the ready, so he shouts the only thing he can think of:
"HEY! ... HEY YOU! COME BACK!" as he scrambles to his feet and out the door, chasing after the bounding, long-eared puppy.
.for ravi. (or, when major remembers to close the god damned door)
After lifting off the lid and setting it on the ground, Major reaches inside, carefully scooping the puppy up in his arms. Once near enough, it begins to lick his face and squirm around in his grip. As Major's trying to check the box for any other dog-related items, the puppy manages to wiggle its way out of his arms and makes a bee-line for the door.
"HA! It's closed!" Major shouts as he quickly scurries after the pile of fur, securing it in his cradling arms again. The puppy looks up at him as though upset its plans have been foiled, but lets out a quiet groan to show that it's willing to comply. At least for now.
"RAVI!" he exclaims, walking from the living room to the kitchen. "RAVI! THE STORK CAME AND LEFT US A PRESENT. IF WE HAD ANY RESERVATIONS BEFORE, WE NOW HAVE TO BE IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP TO PARENT A SMALL, LIVING CREATURE."
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Face planted against the floorboards, Ravi groans and blinks to try and lure himself back to some sort of state where he actually understands words. Squinting, he runs those words through his mind and manages to get to a sitting position. "If there's a half-Chakrabarti, half-Lilywhite child down there, please tell me he got my amazing hair," Ravi calls back, stumbling into the main area and gaping when he sees what Major has.
It's like a flood coming back to him. "Minor," he says, suddenly, because it looks just like Minor, only much smaller, but that brings back all the history and the heaviness that goes along with that dog. In the pit of his stomach, he knows that they haven't talked much about Major being the Chaos Kidnapper (or Killer, per the papers), but Minor punts them right back to talking about this, doesn't it?
"Please tell me you didn't steal this one," Ravi begs.
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He glances over his shoulder, having set the puppy on the exact spot they always say to keep clean - the table - at the approach of Ravi's footsteps.
"Oh man, if we somehow break all laws of science and have a kid, I hope to hell he has your amazing hair. I mean, mine's okay, but yours! Yours is a gift from the gods!" he says, scratching the puppy behind the ear. But the tone of Ravi's voice pulls Major away from the cute softness of the puppy immediately, and he hesitates at seeing the expression that washes over his friend's face. He knows exactly where his mind's gone, the topic of conversation that he's trying hard to avoid. The corner of his lips twitches into a half-smile before he showers the puppy in affection again. It's a good distraction.
"Oh, ha-ha. No. It seems the Box Gods have heard my attempts at praising Zeus and Poseidon and seen fit to give us this lil' guy."
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God, that dog is outlandishly adorable. Ravi feels himself folding instantly, drifting closer and knowing that all his suspicions are melting away. "If this is some kind of 'stay quiet' dog to try and keep me from investigating things, it's not going to work," he says, out loud, like he's needing to convince any would-be experiments.
"That said," he goes on, "can I hold him?"
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"Hello there," she murmured, kneeling so that she could pet it properly. "What are you doing out here alone?" The sudden cry and appearance of Major was all she needed to put the pieces together. "You should be more careful. He might have run to the woods alone." He was so small, the thought of him getting lost was heartbreaking.
"What's his name?"
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He shouldn't be this winded, right?
"Door was open," he says, in between breaths, "He ran out. Tried catching him. Thank you." Once his breathing returns to a more normal pace, he exhales and tries that again. "He just arrived in one of those boxes. I was trying to check and see if there was anything other than a puppy in the box when he wriggled his way out of my arms and flew out the door. He doesn't .. have a name .. yet."
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Still, she was concerned, even if only a little.
"I think he only wished to say hello." She continued to stroke the puppy's ears, allowing it to lick her hand and jump on her excitedly. "He's very eager for attention. Did he just arrive?" She wasn't even certain it was a boy yet, only assumed. "He's fast as the wind. You will have to train him."
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"I will. I think I have my work cut out for me. I - ugh, sorry that he's - jumping all over you. Lemme just -" he bends over and scoops the furball up, adjusting it in his arms so that it can face Lucrezia and attempt its puppy bark. "There you go. You can pet him, if you want."
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Except now he's seen her, and he knows that she's seen him, and this town is too damn small. So this is what they're doing. They're hunting a puppy.
Natasha slips her backpack off her shoulder, leaving it near the side of the road. She takes the few steps into the middle of the packed dirt, right into the path of the puppy. If she's very lucky, the man will chase the little thing right to her, and if she's very still until it gets even with her, she should be able to grab it.
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So Major continues chasing the small pup, hoping that all will go according to plan.
But, of course, that'd be asking too much. At the last second, the puppy realizes what's going on and suddenly veers to the right, straight into a thicket of trees. Major slows to a jog as he watches the sudden change of direction, exhaling a disappointed sigh.
"Ah, crap," he says, stopping at the spot where the puppy disappeared. His breathing is a bit hard, having chased the thing half the length of the village, but he tries to act as though it isn't. He looks to the stranger. "Thanks for trying. Thing's too smart for its own good."
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Might help if she has a name to call, though.
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There's nothing but leaves and grass, of course.
"Not that the thing knows its name yet."
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Working out and training was a way to channel some of that frustration. Today she was dressed in black yoga pants with one of Isabelle's purple sports bra's. She was showing more skin than she liked but these were Izzy's and it made her feel a little bit closer to her lost friend. She was swinging around a machete and shifting through the forms that Jace had taught her.
It wasn't doing a great job of distracting her. What did distract her was the most adorable puppy running towards her. Clary dropped the sword and ran to meet the basset hound. She dropped to her knees and gathered the puppy into her arms to give him all the affection that he desired. This was exactly what she needed.
Her head turned up when she noticed that Major 'hippie parents' Lilywhite was running after him. "Lost something?" She asked with a grin. Yup, she has commandeered your puppy.
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The little guy is too small, is his conclusion. Able to fit into tiny spaces that human-sized Major cannot. He worries for a second when the sound of his paws hitting the ground is no longer heard, but the fear is soothed at hearing the cooing. He isn't sure if he feels better or worse to know that Clary's scooped the puppy up in her arms. He has a feeling it's going to be a time trying to convince her to let the thing go.
Still, he smiles when he sees her - catching sight of her active clothing, the, uh, machete on the ground behind her. He thinks to ask about it, but first thing's first:
"It seems you've found it already."
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"If it isn't Major Nathan." She was tense and needed the outlet. She'd find a way to thank him later. "This guy yours? He's cute. You guys have the same chin." She said as she scratched under the puppies chin.
"Well. I think this little guy has the chance to grow a beard when he's older." Yeah, Clary will have to find a way to apologize for Major for all the lip. It's been a very rough couple of days.
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"I'm gonna take that as a compliment, I think. People love puppies, right? So if I have a similarly flopping, dangly chin, I'll consider it a win," he says with a twinge more humor in his voice. "Hopefully one like Ravi's, if he's lucky."
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That burden falls on someone else, apparently.
The little hound is all wrinkles and ears, appealing and ugly in the way most actual babies are. Even Kira has to drop to a weary knee and get a hand on surprisingly clean fur, if only to crowd his considerably larger dog away from rolling the thing over eight times in greeting. "Someone must be taking good care of you," he says gently.
Major, when he arrives, is a bombastic spark at the edge of Kira's amplifying powers before he's a person, crashing through weeds, shouting for a puppy. All Kira can do is let it wash over him, swallow any immediate reaction, and call, "He's over here," when there's a lull in the search.
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It's only at hearing Kira's voice cut through the mental fog - he's over here - that Major snaps out of it, realizes that the flash of brown and white he'd been chasing all morning is, in fact, real.
He doesn't attempt to hide the relief on his face as he finally sets eyes on the little thing again. He gets close, thinking to intervene with the older dog, but stops for a second to let them sniff each other out. Socialization, or something. It's supposed to help dogs, from what Major can remember.
"Thanks," he says, finally getting on the ground to lure the puppy away from the dog. It considers Major's hand for a second, glancing back towards the grown dog shoving its nose into its belly, before coming over. Major scoops the bundle up and scratches its head gently. "I left the door open. He wriggled himself out of my arms and out of the door."
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It's a cute dog, as far as Kira can tell: despite having one for most of the last year, he's not much for them. Aurora is the beautiful and talented exception, who spends most of her time herding Bodhi into some semblance of a routine and chasing bees.
Talented: not intelligent.
He keeps his crouch to hold her around her shoulders, enduring her reoriented affections as they lick and nip at his jaw. "It's a little odd, how safe the place seems for them. But I guess they're engineered by whoever's in charge, why waste them in a fight with a badger." It's a little odd that they get dogs and cats, that they get gifts at all--that they're here. But after nearly a year, he's fixated on--the lack of pet injury.
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god i meant seattle, not portland idk
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Early October! --- I HAD TO FIND A PICTURE!
Or someone to play with.
Arado barked at the puppy and went running over, his tail wagging happily at the new addition to the village. No one else looked to be around though Major might recognize the puppy that he had met close to his arrival and the home that it belonged too.
"BARK!"
SO CUTEEEEE
Ugh!
Wait a second! That's -! It's -! ANOTHER DOG!!
It bounds over in its clumsy way, falling over itself, the ground, its ears, and sometimes nothing at all in its enthusiasm to go and greet the older dog that's come over to say hello. His tail wags so hard that it's hard for him to remain standing on his back legs, but he manages to let out a scratchy, high-pitched "bork!" in reply to the larger dog's greeting, completely unaware of the exasperated man who comes up behind it a few moments later, breathing hard and sighing.
XD
It was eager, that was good, and it smelled of dirt and other curious scents that clung to it's paws and nose.
As large as Arado was, he almost ran the basset hound over in his excitement. He needed to fully inspect and smell the new puppy. His nose sniffed the hounds belly and then ears before nipping playfully at the skin on the back of its neck. He was excited to have another puppy to run around with.
Where was Arado's owners? No one could say.
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new journal
okay!
Oh shall we?
Especially not when a fuzzy ball of brown wrinkles and long ears tries to clumsily shoot across his path, causing him to stop suddenly and Arado to stand at attention and bark. The silver-grey dog is almost full grown at eight months old and under all that fur it's hard to see how he's still slightly "unfinished" in the way of a gangly teenager, but the basset hound puppy is still small, slightly uncoordinated, and has short legs. Even as the puppy flops past Clint, he's saying a word and Arado, still barking, is sprinting off to the left to block his path. The puppy tries to veer off to the right but Clint drops the bow and lunges forward, grabbing the puppy by the back of the neck and easily lifting him from the ground in a way that looks a lot more uncomfortable for the dog than it really is. "Where's your owner?"
SORRY FOR THE DELAY
He looks a twinge uncomfortable with the scene, shifting forward with outstretched hands to take the puppy away from the man, clutching both the furball and a weapon.
"He sorta got away from me, ran out of my arms and out of the door when I was trying to see if he'd arrived with anything else." His gaze flicks from the puppy, who seems unharmed and unfazed, to the man, and back again. "I can take him."
MWAHAHAHAHA
"Is he new? You might wanna think about working up some sort of leash for him - it's not that hard to braid some cord out of reed or the inner bark of trees, and then he couldn't take off without you." Arado doesn't have a leash on, but Arado's also obviously a lot older and a working breed of dog, which almost always take training well. Bassets are cute but Clint's not familiar with what their job is supposed to be, and so he's assuming they don't have one. Once Major has the puppy - and has a firm hold on him, so he can't get away again - Clint bends down to pick up the bow, having not dropped the string of rabbits or let them touch the ground through the whole mini-adventure. Another word to Arado and the dog drops his guard position, trotting over to Major to give him a sniff and a happy tail-wag. Major's one of the nice people he's met!
"You've met my dog? Looks like he knows you."
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