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snowblindrpg2017-01-05 05:36 pm
heiresy) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-01-05 05:36 pm
[network] Evening 195 @theblue; Look what the cat dragged in [open]
[The camera seems to be pulled back somewhat so that the viewer can see more of the scene. Aymeric is holding a fluffy white cat up. He is grinning ear to pointy ear about this development.]
Good evening, fellows! I would like all of you to meet my dear cat. [the cat barely tolerates being held up like this. It slips out of his hands and onto his shoulder to glower at Estinien and his sheep.] His name is Lord Byron. I do not recommend trying to pet him, however. He doesn't much care for strangers. I suppose this is a bit of public service announcement as well...
[He holds up his hands. They have clear cat scratches all over them. Even though Aymeric isn't a stranger to his own pet cat.]
[It hisses at Estinien and his karakul]
I wonder how he got here.
Good evening, fellows! I would like all of you to meet my dear cat. [the cat barely tolerates being held up like this. It slips out of his hands and onto his shoulder to glower at Estinien and his sheep.] His name is Lord Byron. I do not recommend trying to pet him, however. He doesn't much care for strangers. I suppose this is a bit of public service announcement as well...
[He holds up his hands. They have clear cat scratches all over them. Even though Aymeric isn't a stranger to his own pet cat.]
[It hisses at Estinien and his karakul]
I wonder how he got here.
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He clears his throat watching this gratuitous display.]
Regardless. I doubt I could ever acquire one of those, lest you've a bitch with you as well.
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Nah, I'm no kennelmaster. Even then, it would be hard enough to find a purebred line to match to his; the pups would be in high demand after the littering. They don't imprint on just anyone.
[ Casually implying Aymeric isn't cool enough for the mabari club OH WELL... ]
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I'm "just anyone", then? What sorts of person would be ideal? We've dozens of residents here, can you think of someone appropriate?
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[ She goes back to scratching behind Dog's ears, who is now happily sprawled on her lap with his tongue comically lolling out. ]
It's quite the process. The kennelmaster hand picks candidates based on strength of character, the sire and dam decide who is safe to let in to the kennel, and the pups decide on who to imprint on from there. If they imprint at all.
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[his cat comes back finally, still looking irate and jumps on his lap.]
I maintain that I am happy with owning my cat.
[And since he just got done talking with the Cat, he acknowledges and speaks to the Dog.]
Not to say that you're a bad companion. I simply prefer a little less personhood...
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[ At least she's up front about her bragging. Any true Fereldan is at their core a Dog Lord, highborn and lowborn both.
Dog studies his feline counterpart for a minute or two, tilts his head, and huffs as haughtily as any lordling. Indignation is tough to convey without facial muscle groups specifically for emotive purposes, but he gets by.
Cousland gives him a big, obnoxious kiss on the nose. ]
Suit yourself. Can't imagine a cat being much help in combat unless you throw one in someone's face.
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My pet isn't for combat. He's for this. He's a pet. I could really do with a cup of tea.
[he lifts his hand and gestures, letting the air out of his lungs.]
Would you so easily toss your companion into the jaws of an anomaly?
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[ Well. Not too much. ]
Anomaly, no. Dragon or ogre, yes, if he needed the boost.
[ Sorry, not sorry. She gives Aymeric an impertinent grin, hooking two fingers in Dog's mouth to draw up the corners in a similar 'smile' of his own. Judging from the tail wagging, he doesn't mind. ]
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I've killed dragons. I've seen things the size of dogs be eaten by dragons. This I'd have to see, if I weren't so sure it was a farce.
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[ Dog's ears perk, giving one sharp bark of agreement. HE IS THE BEST WARDOG OK. ]
I'd be happy to demonstrate, but dragons and dragonlings are both in somewhat short supply.
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[he shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat]
Not that I should boast about such things in the middle of a peace treaty. Even if they can't hear me... [he covers his mouth and turns his head.]
Regardless, I meant that as a measure of ability on the battlefield and nothing more.
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[ No judgement from her end. Don't you worry those pointy lil ears of yours. ]
Are you a bowman, then?