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kotaline generated a random number between
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 Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:52 pm
Vesna saw Cesc ascend and she followed suit. "Should I gear up for a flying tackle?" she joked, mocking rolling up her sleeves. On the ground, Lorenzo stumbled behind. He wanted to be done with the dog park. He resurrected dogs, and rehabilitated undead dogs, but living dogs were too much for him. He was more of a cat person, if he was an animal person at all.
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alpha lyrae generated a random number between
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 11:01 pm
Claire watched the two Raevans fly above her head to conference. While they did that, she kept her eyes peeled on the ground, just in case the dog were to stop. She watched it slow for a moment and lurched toward it with a grunt, but the dog was faster, taking off after its momentary breather. Claire huffed and slowed herself, hands on her knees for a moment as she caught her breath - this was incredibly frustrating.
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Atmadja generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2016 7:20 am
Cesc laughed at Vesna's comment, veering off from the dog's pathway and starting to descend. "A good snuggling tackle? The poor dog might feel like we're gonna carry him off to a nest or something. I'm just trying to get in position that maybe we can kind of trap him between the three of us."
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kotaline generated a random number between
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 6:32 am
"Oh!" Vesna exclaimed. "Then I'll fly further off!" She tried to position herself between Cesc and Claire. Lorenzo, whose arms were full of cape, an was already looking red in the face, seemed less likely to be helpful. But as she was floating overhead, she saw an opportunity to strike, and, glancing at Cesc, she decided to dive for it.
"Ooof!"
She scrunched up her face, expecting to hit the dirt, but her gamble was right, and she floated upwards with an armful of dog.
"Hello!" she said exuberantly. "You're a good boy, aren't you??"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 4:13 am
The dog was having so much fun! He was dashing here and there, occasionally peeking back at the people chasing him. His kind of short but amazingly strong legs bringing him to new speeds. However, attacks from the air was unexpected and alien for the creature. He managed to dodge the first one out of pure chance, the second grab was not so lucky. The bull terrier let out a whimper of surprise as he was suddenly lifted off the ground, his little legs still moving as if he's still trying to run. However he soon settled in Vesna's arms, whimpering with his ears flatten a little. He was disappointed that he was caught so quickly.
Still clenched in his jaw was the object that he had dug up earlier. Limp long green leaves dangle from one side as hardy, dry looking light brown roots poking out on the other. It... looks like an onion? Only the leaves were covered in dirt and looked filthy, but the root side was pristine and clean.Fel Essence #75 
Upside Down Onion
Everyone knows that plants are supposed to grow with roots in the ground, drawing nutrients from the earth, and leaves are supposed to grow above the surface, processing light into energy for the plant to grow. However, this onion seemed to had gotten the wrong memo. As it's roots grow upwards towards the sky, and the leaves growing into the ground. Even with the hardness to penetrate dense earth, much like the most stubborn of roots. They seem to work as intended as their position though, the roots absorbing sunlight while the green leaves absorb nutrients from the ground.
Far off in the distance, a young man in his early twenties started to jog over, looking apologetic. A handful of bull terrier puppies followed behind him.
(( Roll a random number between 1 - 3. You need a number 1 for the doggy to let go of the onion. GM will retain the current posting order. ))
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alpha lyrae generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 3:01 pm
"Good catch!" Claire cheered as Vesna scooped up the dog from above. For all of his wriggling, he did not take long to settle down, clearly defeated. She jogged lightly to reach where Vesna was floating; like Lorenzo, she was a little winded from her previous shortcut through the trees, cheeks pink and breath short. "Now let's take a look at what you've got there."
She leaned forward just a touch to get a better look (but not close enough for the dog to lunge at her face, should he change his mind about the company and look to fight instead). Long, green leaves on one side of his mouth with hard brown roots on the other, the bulb held firmly in the dog's mouth. This was the Essence?
"An onion?" Claire said, squinting. Essences really did come in all sorts. She looked to Cesc and Vesna in turn - how to get the dog to drop it? With her hand in front of him where he could see it, she moved it around to gently rest on his head and scratch between his ears. She adopted her sweetest tone, the one she used with her mother's dog. "You gave us quite a chase, little guy. C'mon now, drop it." The dog did nothing. Claire kept scratching and repeated a little more firmly, "Drop it."
The dog did nothing, and Claire sighed. "Too bad we don't have any treats.."
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Atmadja generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 3:24 pm
Cesc let out a victorious laugh as Vesna caught the dog up in her arms, and he floated down after her, ready to take whatever it was from the pup's mouth. As Claire proclaimed the fel essence to be an onion, however, Cesc's brows went up and his mouth opened. "A… what?"
He leaned down, looking at the object in the dog's mouth. It was. It was an onion. A… really, really clean onion with dirty leaves. A buried onion? Self-clean--oh, upside down. Did that make sense? Or had the dog just licked the onion part clean?
Well, there wasn't much use in figuring it out NOW. Cesc hovered uncertainly, unwilling for more than one person to pry something from a dog clearly already uncomfortable and unwilling to do anything but lock its jaws around the precious, uh, onion.
"C'mon, bud," he said soothingly, leaning down and letting some of his calmness envelop the creature. "C'mon."
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kotaline generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 8:19 pm
Vesna caught sight of the essence at the same time Cesc did and laughed. "That's a fel essence??" she asked. "Maybe mine isn't so dumb after all." She adjusted how she was holding the dog to be more comfortable and coaxed, "Come on, puppy! We gotta take your new toy!"
Lorenzo approached the young man who appeared to be the owner, straightening himself out and putting his cape back on. "Hi there," he said, putting on his best Professional Smile. "I'm afraid your dog has our, ah," he glanced back surreptitiously and narrowed his eyebrows in faint disbelief, "...Prize winning onion...?"
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alpha lyrae generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 11:27 pm
Claire took advantage of Vesna re-positioning the dog to scratch part of it's exposed chest. Maybe some more positive reinforcement would coax it into letting go. "C'mon, be a good boy, want some more scratchies?" While the dog seemed happy about the scratches, it did not relinquish its prize. Claire sighed.
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Atmadja generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 11:31 pm
Cesc started to laugh as he watched Claire try to love the puppy into giving up the onion, putting his hand over his eyes as he watched. The entire day had gone so ridiculously up to this point that he wasn't quite sure what else could even be done at this point. If Guy Smiley was any indication, the more they tried, the less likely the puppy would be to actually give up his treat.
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kotaline generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 11:32 pm
Vesna scrunched up her face. "Do dogs even like onions?" she asked, looking up at Claire, who she had arbitrarily deemed Resident Dog Expert on account of her mom owning some.
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alpha lyrae generated a random number between
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 11:35 pm
"As far as I know, onions are very bad for dogs," Claire replied, absently scratching the dog's chest and moving down towards the stomach. "Not good for digestion." She reached the dog's tummy and patted softly, giving it a smile. "C'monnnn, you don't want to eat that, it's not good for you. Who's a good dog?"
The pats seemed to be the right way to go, and the dog loosened its jaws, the onion almost ready to topple out, and Claire gasped at the dog's change in heart. "Aah, a jar -- !"
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 9:08 am
"Bono!! RELEASE!!" The young man, assumed to be the owner since he's being chased by a bunch of bull terrier pups that look suspiciously like the one in Vesna's arms, managed to reach the group and shouted the command.
On command from his owner, Bono whimpered for a short second before opening his jaws, letting the onion fall into Claire's hands. It looked fairly unharmed, with a gentle dent or two - teeth marks, and of course covered in dog saliva. But generally the onion is in good condition. Some of the dirt had been washed away by the dog saliva, but they can still see that more dirt gather on the onion's top part where the leaves are, and not so much on the other side.
"I'm so sorry for all the trouble!" The owner apologized to everyone. "Bono had always been very naughty. It's just a lot of trouble to look after him and his five puppies." The puppies yelped around his ankles as he spoke, one going over to look at Cesc, trying to sniff his ribbon. "BONO! COME!!"
Bono in Vesna's arms looked positively guilty at his owner's angry tone. He got back onto ground without a sound and followed after him and his puppies, only glancing back for a moment at the onion with a wriggle of his nose.
(( Roll for your next destination!
[1] Historical site
[2] City plaza
[3] Park with children's playground ))
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Atmadja generated a random number between
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2016 10:55 am
(Sorry, my phone double posted!)
Cesc began to laugh as the terrier's owner came for him; the look of guilt that the pup had immediately called to mind Guy Smiley when he knew the jig was up. He gently took the onion off the ground and (along with a little soil, just in case), he planted the upside down onion into a jar. Corking it, he set it gently back into his backpack. "No worries at all! He's pretty feisty, huh?"
He smiled at the owner and gave the dog sniffing at his ribbon a good ear-ruffling before the whole group went off.
"I'm actually kind of bummed we have to leave here," said Cesc after a moment, brushing his hands off of the dirt. "Too bad, ah?"
In the car, on the way to the next destination (which took a little bit of time to find parking, considering,) Cesc texted Vesna pictures of Guy Smiley. A video of him diving nose-first into covers, trying to burrow beneath. A picture of a fox derp, with one leg in the air. A picture of him snoozing, curled around his tail. You should definitely play with some catsunes! he wrote. They're the best.
"You tired yet?" asked Cesc to Claire as they parked. "I'm impressed with what we've found."
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