The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

There is no voice message here. Better hope you got the right box.

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[cactusy]

They just look like regular dogs.

[Shaw says cautiously, getting fully down on the ground now, kneeling and leaning forward while trying not to loom.]

They might disappear. Flood stuff does sometimes.

[worthallthis]

Flood's over.

[As evidenced by the fact that they're both speaking out loud and nothing's happening.]

If they were going to, they would've been gone this morning, or last night. Temporary flood things don't last after the flood's over.

[B is of two minds about that. If things were simply created, they should be allowed to live. But if they were taken from somewhere else, they should've been allowed to go back home. There might be a mother dog out there somewhere very much missing her pups right now.]

[cactusy]

[She reaches out a hand, hovering near the puppy pile but stopping short of touching any of them.]


So-- you think they're real real? You're reasonably sure?

[worthallthis]

Yes. They've either been created out of whole magic somehow, or they got puppy- and kitten-napped from wherever they came from. But they're real. They eat, and shed, and poop, and slobber.

[He winces as one of the kittens pounces his knee with sharp little claws that pierce right through his jeans.]

And make you bleed, too.

[cactusy]

[Shaw flicks her gaze over to him, a faint smile tugging at her lips.]

Fierce little guy. Or girl.