Favoritism

[clockisticking]

I thought I was your favorite, you know? I thought I was the one you've wanted to have a chance to play for years, and then this little mute Martian corgi comes along and you app him instead... What gives?

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[the_storyteller]

Hm, this, I understand! I've always been touted as a favorite, yet I was outdone by a lawyer!

o-oh my gosh charlie sobs

[ex_cherubic461]

W-wha --

[ She has never seen a talking . . . a talking . . . what was this thing ?! ]

W-what are you?

[frizzytail]

Muns will be muns I suppose.

Based on my own personal experience they don't have...have the best attention spans.

[clockisticking]

A lawyer, huh? I can't stand lawyers... Who can, really? I guess I've got it good compared to you!

[the_storyteller]

Yes, I have very little patience for those who see right and wrong with nothing in-between.

[clockisticking]

I'm a dog. German Shepherd of questionable heritage.

What are you?

[Not that he doesn't know, but he's being smart...]

[clockisticking]

Yeah, that's true... Still, I feel kind of left out. She went to all the trouble to get me a full set of icons and then out of the blue makes a new account for Mr. Data Dog or whatever.

[whatsthestory]

Maybe your mun is saving you for another adventure?

[ oh wishbone, always the optimist. ]

[clockisticking]

Yeah, you're right, it's really not so cut-and-dry, is it?

Although I think murder's an exception to that.

[clockisticking]

Another adventure...? Maybe, I don't know. Maybe she's saving me for when she gets bored of Ein.

Wishbone AND Charlie in the same post? I may faint.

[resolvere]

[Don't mind wolves, do you?

And the only Martian corgi the mun can imagine is the one at the dog ending of Silent Hill 2.]

[the_storyteller]

Then again, it might all depend on how you look at the situation, hm?

[clockisticking]

Well I am a little biased... All things considered.

[heh]

[thefastestcouchpotato]

A talking dog!?

Awesome!

[frizzytail]

[Shrugs]

Mine still has as a plot to finish with at the game he has me at...

Not that I'm looking forward to it, but the sooner it gets done the better!

[clockisticking]

[Of course not. You don't mind domestic dogs, after all.]

[resolvere]

[Of course not! But he does have a collar and her last instance with collared dogs left much to be desired...

She'll trot over warily, extending her snout to sniff. Sorry, Charlie, this is one wolf that doesn't speak.]

[clockisticking]

What's the big deal? There are plenty of talking humans...

[the_storyteller]

Care to elaborate on that?

[thefastestcouchpotato]

I've never seen one before!

Can you do other human stuff?

[clockisticking]

What's the plot? If you don't mind my asking.

[clockisticking]

[Not a collar, exactly--more of a stopwatch.]

Hey there. Don't think I've met a wolf before.

[clockisticking]

Sure I can. Plenty.

But doesn't that then make it dog stuff?

[clockisticking]

Well... No. No I don't.

[thefastestcouchpotato]

Oh.

I dunno then.

[resolvere]

[She'll be checking that out, thank you. Had some issues with watches and Time overall just before she, oh, destroyed the ultimate evil ever. Damn steampunk owls, the demons of nightmares.

She draws her head back after obliterating his personal space to see the watch, dark eyes looking at him without giving anything away.

Her head tilts quickly and she lets out a soft sound of confusion. Does he speak animal or just human? Is he an Oina tribe member, capable of shifting forms?]

[clockisticking]

Maybe it's dog AND human stuff. Yeah?

[clockisticking]

Whoa lady, space...

[He backs up and gives her a look]

What? Can't you talk?

[thefastestcouchpotato]

I guess.

But I have to pee now so I think I'm just gonna leave.

[resolvere]

[Amaterasu's seen plenty of talking animals. The Sparrow Clan, after all, was a bunch of talking sparrows. It happens, man, she created everything the way she wanted it to be. But talking dogs have always wanted either food or fights from her, so pardon her for being wary.

She brings a paw up to the top of her snout, patting it a bit before putting it back on the ground. And, as soon as she does, letters appear as though an invisible brush is moving between them.

NOT AS MORTALS DO, NO, I CANNOT]

[the_storyteller]

Oh but it sounds like such a fabulous story.

[clockisticking]

It's nothing, really.

Anyway I didn't say anything about it, how could you know whether it's fabulous?

[clockisticking]

...thanks for sharing. See you, kid.

[clockisticking]

You're not mortal? Interesting...

I guess I could be immortal too, in a sense.

[the_storyteller]

Murder and intrigue, my dear dog! Never un-fabulous, that.

[frizzytail]

Condensed version, me and a little puff ball are guarding this evil cat, and he's planning on using a evil and... ambiguous gendered demon to escape.

[resolvere]

[Talking dog with collar-like thing containing a watch. Yeah, she's being cautious.

I AM THE SUN GOD AMATERASU. WHAT IS YOUR NAME, CANINE?]

[waitingforthecatbus]

[Hai doggy~! Have a smiling...thing waving at you.]

[ex_cherubic461]

A...dog? What's a dog?

[ It's obviously what you're looking at , Lily ! ]

I-I'm... I'm...

[ Well , she 's not human . ]

I'm Lily.

[clockisticking]

I guess... Seems mostly painful to me.

Anyway, moving on, where are you from?

[clockisticking]

Lily, huh? A pleasure to meet you.

[He holds out a paw for her to shake]

Name's Charlie B. Barkin.

[clockisticking]

A... puff ball?

Interesting...

[clockisticking]

Charlie B. Barkin. A pleasure to meet you.

...wait, you're a god?

[clockisticking]

Hey, cat-like creature.

...what are you supposed to be?

[queen_father]

Least you even had a chance t' begin with?

[the_storyteller]

Paris, France--and yourself?

[resolvere]

[There's really nothing she can say, but do? Oh yes, she can do something about it.

A trail of flowers appears out of nowhere, going in a figure eight between and around them, all while she just licks her lips and is completely nonplussed by it.]

[whatsthestory]

[ wishbone cocks his head. ] Well ya never know! I find it's always best to look on the bright side. Or go off on your own adventure, and make her want to follow you!