Sam Thompson (steelsoldier) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-02-25 14:18:00 |
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DAISY DOG: Everything looked different from below. Daisy wasn't exactly sure how she'd gotten separated from her friends, but the world was frustrating hard to navigate as a dog. After wandering the hallways of the boys' dorms fruitlessly for a while, she'd decided to out to the quad. There was an added benefit of this decision, which was that as much as Daisy was loathe to admit it to herself, she couldn't exactly relieve herself in a public bathroom. And she hadn't gone since waking up. God, please let nobody see this. She searched out a patch of grass, and... squatted. This was a really low point for Daisy Hughes. Upon finishing, Daisy was eager to vacate the scene of the crime. She decided that she might go see if anyone had gone to the cafeteria. Padding her way across the carefully manicured grass, Daisy's ears perked up. Someone was behind her. She turned, hoping for Hunter or Carter, but getting a massive disappointment instead. Ugh, she might have said, taking in the picture of Sam Thompson, healthy and whole. Why couldn't you have been the one to turn into a dog? But Daisy-the-dog said nothing; she only stood in place, watching him warily. SAM: It had been a trying morning for Sam Thompson, with every bit of technology he came across reacting to his slightest thought. After enough mishaps he'd opted to retreat to the quad, as far away from computers and coffee machines as he could get. He'd been just roaming the grounds, contemplating the combat applications of his new powers when he'd spotted the shaggy golden animal in the grass. "Hey boy!" He called, in that peppy, patronizing tone all dog lovers reserved for such animals. He patted his thighs enthusiastically, as he hurried forward towards the animal. "Where did you come from, huh? C'mere boy!" DAISY DOG: Ughhh. This was so not happening. Daisy felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristle slightly as Sam approached her, using his nauseatingly obnoxious voice to call her --of all things -- a boy. Don't you dare touch me, she tried her best to yell at him, hoping upon hope that maybe he had some kind of telepathic powers for the day, too. It was vocalized by a low growl, and a bit of the golden retriever's teeth could be seen as Daisy's lips drew back. SAM: Sam stopped short as the dog growled at him, knowing well enough not to press his ground when an animal was feeling a bit territorial. "Whoa, hey now, easy boy. I'm a friend, see?" Sam carefully got to one knee, maintaining eye contact, hunched his shoulders slightly, and slowly extended the back of one hand - all appropriate behavior when approaching an angry dog, at least when said dog isn't secretly a Texan who hates your guts. DAISY DOG: The growl turned into a short, angry bark, and Daisy shook her shaggy head, hoping to relay the message that no, he was most certainly not a friend. She backed up slowly, almost challenging Sam to come after her. Where was Carter? His superstrength could come in handy right about now, but of course he wasn't there at the very moment that she needed him. Typical boy. She barked several more times, both in another attempt to ward off soldier boy and in hopes of attracting the attention of at least one of her friends. SAM: Sam frowned at the response he got from his canine friend; he even looked a little bit hurt. Dogs usually love him! "You must have got out of the kennels." He said aloud, because yes, he is the kind of person that talks to animals. "I'm glad you got some exercise in, but I can't just let you run around with that sort of attitude. You could hurt someone, or worse, with all of today's craziness, someone could hurt you. Lets just get a leash on--" The American gestured to a nearby railway to summon a bit of chain, before remembering that metal was no longer obeying his every command. He exhaled an annoyed sigh, and instead set about un-clipping the length of metal links and looping it into a makeshift collar. "C'mon, lets get you home." DAISY DOG: Oh heck no. Her barking turned from angry warnings into a panicked frenzy. Daisy looked from side to side, wondering which way was best to run, looking something like -- well, like a cornered dog trying to escape the local dog catcher. Finally deciding to just go with her instincts, she darted off to the right, hoping that Sam didn't care enough to actually give chase. She didn't want to bite him, if she could avoid it. The thought of having Sam's hand in her mouth was enough to make her want to gag, even as a dog. SAM: Unfortunately for Daisy this 'mission' was a welcome distraction for Sam, and he was giving it the totality of his stubborn attention. His body tensed as the dog moved to run, and he shifted his momentum just in time to lunge forward and intercept. His arms found their way around the animal's shaggy hindquarters, biceps locking into a solid pincer hold. "Hey now, shhh! Easy boy!" He grunted as he tried to hold his struggling quarry, while also trying to get the loop of his makeshift leash around its neck. DAISY DOG: Daisy struggled against Sam's arms and a panicked yelp escaped her throat. This was the absolute worst day ever. When it became clear that she couldn't get away, no matter how hard she struggled, Daisy turned to her very last resort. She bit him. This was a new low point. Ugh, please don't bleed in my mouth. Please don't bleed in my mouth. SAM: "Dammit!" Sam recoiled immediately as he felt teeth sink into his flesh, releasing his captive in the process. He quickly inspected his forearm for puncture marks, but to his relief the bite wasn't hard enough to break skin. Still it hurt, and the warning was begrudgingly received. "Bad dog!" He scolded, even as Daisy embraced her reclaimed freedom. DAISY DOG: She didn't hesitate. As Sam's arms released her, Daisy went flying, forsaking the dorms (where Sam might try to angrily corner her) and deciding to run out toward the lake, where she could at least try to wash the taste of douchebag out of her mouth. I hope it hurt was all Daisy could think as she sped off into the distance. |