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realityshifted2015-01-12 07:21 pm
classed) wrote in realityshifted2015-01-12 07:21 pm
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✭ mission oo4;;
( you know what you guys need in addition to your snow? since you've all been going through some pretty hard times, what with those angels and shadows running around a while back and all.
you need.
puppy therapy.
now, those of you that have found yourselves in the fortuitous circumstance of meeting one zack fair before now, you've probably come to realize a few things about him. he's helpful to a fault, cheery, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and all that. a restless ball of energy. what you wouldn't know is that a certain mentor of his happens to refer to him as a puppy, quite literally, and it's something the boy himself wouldn't know if he hadn't just paid a visit to aforementioned mentor's home village. and subsequently, his mother.
are you … zack, the puppy?
jeez, angeal …
when it all comes down to it, when this is all over, that little piece of conversation is going to be the only thing he can attribute his current state to. right now? uh. he's … well.
he's come back to the plane after the snow has already fallen in completion, and once he gets over the initial oh man, snow! it really snows here? never would've thought of that business, it takes him a second to realize that this snow is a lot closer to his face than it should be. like. it's really close. close enough to nip at.
…
wait. what's going on – !?
yep. just now catching up to the fact that he's not in the shape he's supposed to be in.
anyone that happens across him will find a moderately-sized black pup, nothing but legs and too-big paws, a lot like this, actually, save for the fact that his eyes are still bright, brilliant blue and one of his ears is flopped over while the other sticks straight up. he sits in the snow for a moment, looking all around him as though trying to figure out what in the world is going on, and that might be exactly what he's doing – except you'll never know. because for all that his original thought processes and cognitive awareness are both intact, his ability to express himself has been reduced to what you can make of yips and yaps and the biting of ankles.
maybe especially that last part, if he finds himself particularly agitated.
i knew this place was weird, but … but come on! i can't do anything like this!
after a while, he gets up, shakes some of the snow off. and if you catch him bunny-hopping through the deeper parts of snow as he tries to get his bearings, well … you'd better not comment on it. unless you want in on some of that ankle-biting action. )
( ooc; this is an official canon-bump with the added bonus of an experiment tacked on, because i'm the best sort of person. :D zack's experiment will last around two weeks, so have fun with the pup! )
you need.
puppy therapy.
now, those of you that have found yourselves in the fortuitous circumstance of meeting one zack fair before now, you've probably come to realize a few things about him. he's helpful to a fault, cheery, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and all that. a restless ball of energy. what you wouldn't know is that a certain mentor of his happens to refer to him as a puppy, quite literally, and it's something the boy himself wouldn't know if he hadn't just paid a visit to aforementioned mentor's home village. and subsequently, his mother.
are you … zack, the puppy?
jeez, angeal …
when it all comes down to it, when this is all over, that little piece of conversation is going to be the only thing he can attribute his current state to. right now? uh. he's … well.
he's come back to the plane after the snow has already fallen in completion, and once he gets over the initial oh man, snow! it really snows here? never would've thought of that business, it takes him a second to realize that this snow is a lot closer to his face than it should be. like. it's really close. close enough to nip at.
…
wait. what's going on – !?
yep. just now catching up to the fact that he's not in the shape he's supposed to be in.
anyone that happens across him will find a moderately-sized black pup, nothing but legs and too-big paws, a lot like this, actually, save for the fact that his eyes are still bright, brilliant blue and one of his ears is flopped over while the other sticks straight up. he sits in the snow for a moment, looking all around him as though trying to figure out what in the world is going on, and that might be exactly what he's doing – except you'll never know. because for all that his original thought processes and cognitive awareness are both intact, his ability to express himself has been reduced to what you can make of yips and yaps and the biting of ankles.
maybe especially that last part, if he finds himself particularly agitated.
i knew this place was weird, but … but come on! i can't do anything like this!
after a while, he gets up, shakes some of the snow off. and if you catch him bunny-hopping through the deeper parts of snow as he tries to get his bearings, well … you'd better not comment on it. unless you want in on some of that ankle-biting action. )
( ooc; this is an official canon-bump with the added bonus of an experiment tacked on, because i'm the best sort of person. :D zack's experiment will last around two weeks, so have fun with the pup! )