Dumpster World Mingle

[passingthrough]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Always possible one will sneak in
Action: TRASH PLANET! aka The Baruut System
When: October 2018

[When life gives you garbage, make projects of varying scopes and sizes! Site see in the lovely trash-covered vistas. Make a racing pod thing or go gambling. And remember the first rule of arena fighting is... not the face? Actually, I'm not sure if there are rules, but you can talk about it. It's pretty public anyway.

Enjoy your landfill of a system!]

Comments

[sandywolf]

[The wolf - he's a wolf, Prompto! Not a dog! - sniffs once and then...

shakes his head. To, apparently, answer the question. Definitely not domestic.]

[this_loser]

[He's never seen a wolf that ... He's never seen a wolf!

Aw, look at that head shake.]

Got an itch, buddy?

[sandywolf]

[Okay, maybe he wasn't clear enough.

This time, Lyall purposefully moves his head left and right. A human headshake, not a wolf. No, he doesn't have an itch, he's trying to have a conversation here.

Also, 'buddy' is a new one, but really the living have such a knack for giving canines some nicknames.]

[this_loser]

[...

He tilts his head and frowns some. That seems very deliberate.]

Um... no? You're not domestic?

[Everybody is a buddy. Everybuddy.]

[sandywolf]

[Again the wolf shakes his head very purposefully before letting out what definitely looks like a sigh.

Having an actual conversation with people who are not familiar with wolves or werewolves while in this form is hard. Lyall does feel he has flashed quite a few people already, but well, it's night, and there isn't a crowd here.

The wolf suddenly trots to seemingly hide behind a heap of rubbish... and then the sounds of flesh and broken bones comes from behind said heap for about a minute or two... and then someone's voice. With a British accent.]

I am most decidedly not domestic, I regret to inform you.

[this_loser]

[He's sorry to see the wolf go. And very alarmed by what he hears behind the junk pile. Enough that he draws his gun and thinks about approaching (but also kind of hoping he won't have to).

The voice is no less a surprise.]

Uuuuh. Di...um. S-sorry. I think I'm confused.

[sandywolf]

[Lyall's head peeks from behind the heap of trash.]

The question you asked earlier... I am not a pet, nor domesticated.

I apologize for not stepping out ,but when I am in wolf form I rarely carry clothing around.

[In this case, he left said clothing where he first changed, so he doesn't have it now.]

[this_loser]

S'cool. No worries. [Said faintly, and still confused.]

If that was your wolf form, then what form are you now?

[He can't see through a trash pile. And he's glad for that, since dude is apparently naked?]

[sandywolf]

Well, human. I can change between the two. Have you ever heard of a werewolf?

[Most people have in Lyall's experience, even if the stories they know can be quite horrifying at times.

He'll peek his head out from the behind the pile, still. Better for conversation.]

[this_loser]

Like in comic books? Sure.

[Werecoeurls were scarier.

Waaaait wait wait...]

You're not going to try and bite me, are you?

[sandywolf]

[..... And there we go again. Lyall gives a long-suffering sigh.]

Of course not. Really, what kind of barbaric worlds do you all come from where werewolves just attack people willy-nilly? That is so uncivilized!

[this_loser]

Well for one, werewolves don't exist. [A small pause.] Except they apparently do. But unless they're real good at hiding, they don't exist on my world.

[But he could be wrong. Every day he was discovering something new about the world outside the crown city.]

And for second, lots of things attack people willy-nilly! It's why I got these. [He pats the pistol on his hip.]