1st Bark [Action] because who can read anyways journals are useless etc

[dogboy]

[With the influx of New Feathers, no one's probably noticed this boy rolling on the ground trying to bite his wings. In the snow. With only those bare amount of clothes. And failing. S'hard being a human.

Once he finds out he can't though, he's reduced to being cold and miserable and sticking by the edge of the forest near the school because he sees all these humans and does not want to interact with them, so obviously the best way to go about this is to wait until it's not so light outside and then go look for someplace warm. And to stay away from those people. Yes, perfect.

The journal's pretty much abandoned beside the tree he's pressing against in some effort of being warm there is a reason he has never gone any place cold in his canon and that is because he is 1. under-dressed for it and 2. from a tropical island. Good luck trying to talking to him or anything though, because he's pretty distrustful of anything remotely human.]

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fiiiine. roly-poly.

[dogboy]

[Oh he'll learn to realize once they all join Arca.]

What, too stupid to? [I'm sorry did you want polite conversation.]

[antlioncyclone]

Keep track of it. That one is yours to keep, and if you need someone to send a message to you it'll be through that journal.

[dogboy]

Got it. [He won't keep it on him all the time because a book's an easy thing to forget, but he'll try to remember most of the time! Probably stuck in the front of his jacket or something like that.]

Now is that all? When can we leave? [His mind already assumes the worst that they can't, but...]

except you are

[subsultive]

I haven't. [-- but he'd think that was a lie too, right?] If you really don't believe me, then you can listen to the Guide in the back of your journal over there. Which you shouldn't lose, by the way. It's the only way to get in contact and keep up with Luceti's villagers. And even if you try to lose it, it'll just come back.

[Motioning to the book beside you there, Chien.]

am not!!!

[dogboy]

[That stupid thing? Books are stupid. He won't even pick it up, just eye it.]

You're pretty calm about Lady Mathias having the Manifest. [If it's true, then wouldn't he be more worried or something like that? They were working against them, after all...]

[mythmaker]

[She doesn't mind at all! Kids do that. Right? They do, don't they?]

You lived by yourselves in the jungle? That sounds dangerous. You must be very strong, too. [That's saying the least. She's already wondering what happened.]

[dogboy]

[Yes, of course they do!]

Yeah, I'm really strong. So're my brothers. Nothing can beat us! [... Except if you're a group of Avatars looking for the Manifest.]

I fought him for the first time the other day! he was hard, but I kept using Ange to steal, not heal

[mythmaker]

Hmm...I wonder if your brothers are here...people from your world might be here, too. Is there anyone who might be looking for you?

[Oh, and the smell of food is getting stronger. They're right outside the restaurant, too.]

[ooc; I forgot how close the school and restaurant are, so uh. Azusa probably took him a little out of the way first...sorry!]

haha, if you think he's hard now, just wait until the second time you fight him.

[dogboy]

Just Cer and Ber. Lady Mathias trusts me enough to be on my own, so... [And those tricky kind people, but he doesn't like them. He would if they weren't in Arca's way though.

-- Oh boy oh boy oh boy food.]

[ooc: It's okay! I need to look over distances on the map, too...]

it was more my fault for using steal and letting everyone die all the time sob. I hope.

[mythmaker]

Ah...I see. You do seem capable to me, but...

[...Oops. She forgot something.]

My, my, did you grab a journal, Chien? It looks like this. [She holds out her own.]

haha i main luca because i'm good with two-handed weapons and slow movers, so it wasn't trouble

[dogboy]

The book I woke up next to?

[Nope he didn't think twice about it.]

nothing having to do with round shapes either!

[fideliter]

[ Not gonna happen, dog boy. ]

Certainly not! You know, you would lead a much happier life if you learned to treat those who are trying to help you with respect.

bunbutt

[dogboy]

[Same to you, cow.]

I do. [And it's not you. It's Lady Mathias.]

no use of food words either. or body parts.

[fideliter]

[ :| ]

Well I have yet to see it.

[ Well is Mathias here? Nope. And Ange can probably find some dog treats in the store, so c'mere, boy— ]

luscious lumps

[dogboy]

[8)]

You're just trying to trick me into thinking you're good.

[O h excuse you--]

no talk of lumpy things either.

[fideliter]

And what makes you believe that? Perhaps I am just trying to help out a boy in need.

[ Just let her help you, jeeeez. ]

bodacious bumps

[dogboy]

Yeah, and Lady Mathias is a liar.

[N o p e.]

no bumps!

[fideliter]

[ Hmmnn. ]

You must stop thinking so highly of her. Please, you will not regret it.

heavenly humps

[dogboy]

Go away already.

i think that description is better used for spada

[fideliter]

[ Hrrr, Chien. ]

And leave you out here to freeze to death?

[ Their house is nice and warm, Chien!! ]

i'll say

[dogboy]

[Their house is filled to the brim with lies and deceit .]

I can take care of myself. [Remember, he had to.]

mmmm, spada

[fideliter]

[ No it's filled with warmth and love. Chien can even sleep at the foot of someone's bed. A nice, warm bed. ]

There is nothing wrong with turning to others for help, especially when they are offering it.

i'd bite that bone any day

[dogboy]

[A nice, warm bed fueled by their laughter.]

I don't want your help!

fuck yeah i think anyone would (p.s. dw fucked up the moment i posted this so it may post twice)

[fideliter]

[ Happy laughter! Filled with rainbows!! ]

What would you like for me to do to prove that were are good people?

[ Come on there's got to be something she can win him over with. ]

[antlioncyclone]

...That's something that neither we nor the Malnosso control. It may be the world itself - people come and go at random. Some people stay for only a month or two. I've been here for a year.