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.]

Comments

[immadragon]

[Well he certainly hasn't changed.] What, ya mean all those times we beat ya up count for nothin'?

[dogboy]

Y-You just got lucky! [GOD IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE

STRONG

OR ANYTHING]

[immadragon]

Lucky? Sure, if that'll make ya feel better~

[Thinking about it, all those times they'd fought he'd had his brothers with him, where had they gone to...] Oi, where are those mutts of yers?

[dogboy]

[Hmph. He oughta lie to her and say they're just checking around. But he can't bring himself to, because the truth's kind of crushing. Tryiiiing not to appear as heart-broken as he feels (it's like they abandoned him).]

I don't know. And they're not mutts, they're my brothers!

[immadragon]

Yeah, yeah. Ya ain' seen them since ya got here? [Worrying...] I wonder if them Mallos brought them over here or not... [She probably sounds like she's talking nonsense right now.]

Ya gonna be okay without them?

[dogboy]

What're you talking about? Mallos? Did they take Cer and Ber? Where are they?!

[For the record he will be moderately okay without them, just... Really lonely. Come visit him in the forest Hermana.]

[immadragon]

Ah they're called the Malnosso or somethin' but y'know, Mallos is easier to say. If they ain' here then I'd more be thinkin' that them Mallos didn' take yer mutts...

They're the guys runnin' this joint if ya get what I mean. Man I dunno, I ain' good at plainin' this sorta stuff. [She's probably not making this any easier.]

I jus' don' worry 'bout that sorta stuff much, but I guess someone back at the village could tell ya 'bout it.

[dogboy]

[Yeah she's not. It's like a big knot of nonsense to him.]

Forget it, I can find them by myself. They wouldn't leave me. [They've gotta be here because they'd never been split up before.]

[immadragon]

Yea but what I'm sayin' is I don' think they're here... [She kicks at the snow just a little in frustration.

In fact she's starting to shiver a bit, she did give up her coat after all.

She liked that coat.]

[dogboy]

I bet they are. I just have to look for them.

[He likes it too.

-- Not because she gave it to him or anything but because it's warm. Kind of regretting it though, but it's her loss. Totally her loss. Shouldn't have given it to him. A-And he's not asking because he's concerned.]

... You're not used to the cold? Regnum's pretty chilly.

[immadragon]

Well I've just been cooped up indoors for awhile.

Guess I ain' so used to it no more? [Why be outside in the cold when it's nice and cozy in the house anyway...]

An' ya gotta quit bein' so stubborn. I'm tellin' ya, if they ain' here now, then they ain' here! [Of course the only way to deal with someone so stubborn is to be equally, or more so, stubborn yourself.

Or at least that's how Hermana sees it.]

[dogboy]

[Indoors sounds nice-- NO OUTDOORS IS FINE ENOUGH.

and fine, he's just as stubborn.]

And why should I believe you, huh? I'm telling you, they wouldn't leave me! They'll be looking for me too!

I kind of ignore the guardian style sometimes because the others are so fun ;A;

[mythmaker]

[Ah, it's warm inside! And she quickly requests for something to be made. Hopefully, Chien enjoys hamburg steak, since that's what she's asked for.

Oh, but she'll also sit down with him and pull out her journal.]

It'll be just a moment, then. I ordered some meat for you.

;u; they are but the traits you get from it (immune to crits and all) are so good

[dogboy]

[Let him just bask in this warmth for a minute before replying.]

All right. [Hamburg steak sounds delicious.]

oooh o: also lmao how important are guilds? going back and forth is a pain

[mythmaker]

[She will! She's not going to rush it, and she's plenty happy to sit there in peace and quiet before sliding her journal over, a standard page displayed.]

This is what my journal looks like. See all of these people? Those are messages from people in the village you can talk to.

[fideliter]

[ ... A sigh. She supposes if that's what he wants to do, then she won't stop him. At least she's told him important information that he'd soon find out on his own anyway. ]

Then go ahead.

if you want to keep your stats and all - including awakening level and friendship level - then very

[dogboy]

[... Looks kind of complicated.]

How're they just there?

[dogboy]

[And he will remember it! Still wary around humans, but he'll remember it. (Not that he understood that o word, but something "not" and "Avatar" was good enough.)]

I will.

[isolating]

Unless you intend on cutting yourself off from the rest of the village, you should keep the book with you. You can use it to talk with everyone else.

[dogboy]

I've got better things to do than to talk to other people. [Liiiike gather information from a certain group of individuals. Not that he exactly understands the whole talking to people through a book thing, but he doesn't want to see your face anymore.]

But I'll keep it just in case.

sob well it's a rom on my 3DS so in theory I can change that at any time

[mythmaker]

They're actually at home or at work, Chien. See, if I want to say something to everyone, I use this journal...and the page updates for everyone else, no matter where they are. It's magic.

'or maybe a muzzle'.

[penetrated]

And I'm telling you, that's not possible!

[antlioncyclone]

[shrug.]

What's weirder is that we get used to it.

[sigh...]

[immadragon]

Well sure they'll be lookin' for ya, but they ain' gonna find ya, and yer not gonna find them! [She's getting pretty annoyed now.]

Man why ain' ya gonna believe me anyway! I'm just tryin' to help is all...

'woof woof i'm gonna bite you'.

[dogboy]

And how do you know that?!