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 Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 1:13 pm
Get out much Renthi did not, but reasons for which had yet to be learned. His tails wagged a little as she finally answered him, perking up a little more. Was this hound really that excited over finding another? How pathetic. Yeah, she's been doing her own bandaging since she started, or so she tells me. It's been...years. His ears flatten against his head a little, tails curling closer. How long had it been? Since she was a child? Since she was a teenager? They tend to be pretty deep, so trust me, they need it. She's had bullets in her before too, luckily not this time. He pauses for a moment with a sigh, snorting unintentionally. ...Thank you. For not hurting her worse."Must be nice." She murmurs, eyes still on her handiwork, "You've got a beautiful house. And a beautiful hound." It was rare that she'd seen another summoner, and this one in particular seemed talented. "I won't be much longer, just one to go after this one."
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 1:49 pm
Izsi had not so much been trying to reason with Renthi as offering information she had gleaned from her Summoner. The doctor had not been too happy when she'd been asking about the stitching, really. She didn't know why.
If I was going to hurt anyone, it would have been you, the hound replied, not unkindly. You were the one being threatening, your Summoner was simply... demanding. She had noticed the pick up in Renthi's mood, the wagging of his tails. It couldn't be held against the hound what the Summoner did for a living, could it?
"Uh. Thanks?" Adin's house was actually fairly small, but his hound at least didn't take pleasure in hurting people. Then again, maybe she had meant physically. Izsi was a pretty aesthetically pleasing hound, he guessed; soft and smooth and calm. He had no problem watching the assassin sew herself up from an standpoint of disgust, but the whole situation was rather absurd.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:48 pm
There was the slightest bark of laughter in reply to Izsi's comments, Renthi grinning in reply. Oh, was this how it was? I haven't even hurt anyone before! Renthi gasps back to her, surprised. Call it protection, but I know my Summoner can usually handle things herself. Never even hurt a fly!There's a slight hum in acknowledgement, though little more for a while, not until she moved on to her side. After a few brief moments of musing, she smiled a little more, glancing over to him to gauge his reaction. "I never thought I'd end up meeting the handsome man behind the voice. It's really a pleasure, Mr. Elric." Oh she listened to the radio frequently, if he had to guess, given that slight grin, though it was far calmer of one than he may be used to. She'd been going through it in her head frequently whether or not she should call him out on it, but considering it to be fate...Well. How could she not?
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 5:46 pm
Well, one never knows. Izsi's tail swished casually back and forth. I avoid confrontation when I can. My Summoner is quite good at it, though... although not against a hound, I assume.
Humans were a strong, hardy species, but not quite so large or well-armed as a hound. She'd heard that they died from regular dogs occasionally. The dogs she had met didn't seem like such an issue.
Initially, there was confusion spread across Adin's face. 'The man behind the voice' was a fairly common phrase that sat well in his ears, but for some reason it didn't compute. It was as if this woman was sub-human. Why would she ever listen to the radio? His name, though, or more accurately his stage name was cause for shock.
She knew who he was. She knew where he lived. Strange, he'd caught people in conversations about the radio or singing a jingle who had never recognized him.
Of course the murderer would.
"Oh, good," he said, sighing and putting a hand to his forehead. Alright, there were worse things. She at least wouldn't be stabbing him while she was wounded in the tub. When he returned to his usual posture, he only shook his head. "Always a pleasure to meet a fan."
Was she trying to flatter him? He was fairly certain he had no important information to extract.
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