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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:08 pm
Jeanemon [[Can do!]] Ziggy had decided that he did not like Draco. While Eri was away, the dragon boy decided that it would be best to just drop him off at the HQ to 'Play'. Ziggy did not play. Giving a slight grumble he settled down on the ground and stared at the door. At least he would stand guard for intruders.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:08 pm
Donna the Vixen Which struck Carl as odd as the bird approached. There was a dog...infront of the shop. Granted - not a very big dog, but Carl hadn't ever dealt with one in animal form. From a few feet off he eyed the canine, sizing up what breed and mannerism it might be, judging his chances of success with getting into his Velvet Shop retreat and away from the mother he'd managed to peeve off.
Going home was not much of an option right now, at least not for a little while. But at least it wasn't Sid he was having to deal with this time.
He puffed himself up a bit, smoothed himself down, and with a small toss of the head strode up to the dog. "Hello, I'm Carl and you are? I don't believe I've seen you around my shop..." Not that it WAS his, but he liked to think of it that way.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:11 pm
Jeanemon The little Rott jumped up in surprise at Carl's voice. He gave one warning bark at him, the hair raising up on his back. He issued several more barks and a snarl. Carl's fate in Ziggy's mind rested in how he took his barrage of barking.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:13 pm
Donna the Vixen
Carl didn't shrink. He was an eagle and this was his shop! Rather than shrink away like some timid creature, he looked the dog square in the eye and waited, holding his ground.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:18 pm
Jeanemon The barking cut off quickly. Ziggy gave one last low 'Wuf' before cautiously approaching the eagle. He sniffed the air, still seeming wary. But he didn't look particularly capable of violence anymore.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:19 pm
Donna the Vixen Carl smelled fairly good, one might say. Something of a mix between allspice and some other unidentable thing that seemed to compliment it. Now feeling his aggressor was disarmed, for the moment anyways, he reached out warily and very gently gave a pat ontop of his head. "There there...We're both Velvets you know, so there's no reason to fight. I'm a King after all - or will be one day - and Kings don't assault their subjects." Unless they were named Sidney - but he had his reasons for that spat and wasn't keen on starting another fight with anyone, let alone the formidable teen.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:21 pm
Jeanemon Hmm. Ziggy blinked up at him after the pat. He shot the boy a somewhat dubious look. He carefully circled Carl, occasionally giving a low 'wuf' noise. Finally, after three circles, he butted Carl in the knees with his head.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:22 pm
Donna the Vixen He took that as a 'You're ok' since he hadn't been bitten and the dog wasn't growling. Now he could get by! And thus he did so, again patting him on the head before side stepping around him and slipping into the shop. He wasn't sure if he would be followed, but it would make things more interesting. As the door nearly closed behind him, he held it open a bit. "You comming?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:24 pm
Jeanemon Ziggy gave Carl another look before he entered, giving the doorknob a glare. Not like he could open the door by himself. No thumbs. After watching Carl for a moment, Ziggy scouted the room, coming back in a few moments. Apparently there wasn't anything there that he'd consider a threat.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:26 pm
Donna the Vixen Poor dog...Carl only seemed to realize he couldn't get in on his own after he'd gotten in. He also had failed to notice his legs right off, as he'd not been particularly staring at them when he assesed the creature. What was up with his legs? All metalic and wired...save for one...Had the Velvet gotten into some horrible accident? Would he be hurt if asked?
Carl averted his gaze from the legs and focussed on something else. They weren't important anyways - so he ought to have something for them to do, as the dog wasn't going to offer any suggestions. "So...Would you like to play a game?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:26 pm
Jeanemon "Aru?" Ziggy barked, looking up at Carl. Cybernetic bits aside, Ziggy was still a dog. And there wasn't a dog alive who didn't like to play some sort of game. His stub tail gave a very small wag.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:27 pm
Donna the Vixen "Alright than...Let's play Follow the leader. I'll be the leader for a few minutes, and then you be the leader. Simple enough?" That seemed like a fairly good game. It wasn't as though he'd be doing summersaults or backflips, and what else does one play with a dog other than fetch? Carl was pretty sure he'd be offended if he did suggest that - so it was either that, or whatever the Dog decided to do.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:28 pm
Jeanemon "Wuf." Well, then, 'Leader', lead! Ziggy gave him another headbut to the back of the knees to get him going, a slight doggy-grin on his face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:29 pm
Donna the Vixen So Carl began! He fanned out his tail feathers and got up on his talons, making himself just a bit taller before strutting around in a large circle. That would be simply enough followed! But it would get harder there-on, for he then went at a run, pitched his feet forwards, and slid to a stop by one of the shelves. Now Ziggy only had to follow and pull it off to claim leadership for the next turn.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 4:31 pm
Jeanemon The circle was easy enough, of course. Ziggy would scoff if he had the vocal abilities. He gave a yip as Carl sped up and he kicked himself into high gear. All went well until Carl decided to stop. Ziggy tried, he really did, but one flesh and blood leg couldn't stop three that were all too smooth. His two back legs slid out from under him and, with a yelp, he slid on his side into the shelf.
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