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Who: All Y'all
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Action: Bloodsport
When: Post-calibration thru March

[It's March mingle madness! Get it while it's hot.]

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[Oh, that's useful. He steps aside to make room, watching to see how this goes. For a moment there is no response, and then there's a quiet scraping, shuffling noise, until a dog-like creature crawls out of the vent hole, almost metallic-looking yet oddly smooth in its movement rather than robotic, with lopsided feathered wings that fold at its back. It shakes itself and stretches, then sits up and looks at them all.

Messer quirks a brow.]

Finally.

[Umbra gives one final sniff before sitting and panting at the...

Prompto leans close to Messer and whispers.] Are you sure that's a dog?

[Daisy bends its head towards Umbra, allowing itself to be sniffed, otherwise very calm and collected. Not the most excitable creature, but well-behaved, at least?

Messer doesn't even blink, watching them.]

No.

Ah.

[Well. At least it's out in the open. That was the goal, right? Umbra seems perfectly content just sitting there and staring at it.]

Where did he (she? it?) come from?

[He doesn't recall anything like it on any of the planets they've visited.]

[Messer hesitates. Oof, awkward.]

I... believe it was the planet with the haunted fog, Drade. Where some people acquired their past belongings.

[And then there's him who went crazy and tried to murder his friends! Good times.]

One of Kaname's crewmates found this creature.

Ah. Right.

[That place. They'd found one of his guns there. And it had chocobos!

And also all that other crappy stuff that happened.]

At least something good came of it.

[Dog or not, it's dog-like, and that's enough to convince him it's a good ... boy and/or girl. He crouches down and holds a hand out, to see if it will approach.]

...Or... something not bad, per se. In this specific instance.

[He's still undecided if having such a strange creature attached to him is actually a good thing, but no real negatives yet. Besides the vent thing. That's weird.

Daisy remains still for a long moment, observing him, then when Messer tilts his head in a vague "come on" gesture, it shuffles forward to sit in front of Prompto. It will let itself be petted if that's what he wants.

It's not... furry... not exactly, but it's smooth to the touch and the feathers of its wings are soft.]

[He hums and feels super happy when it comes close enough to touch. It's not like petting Umbra or Pryna, but that's okay.

Until his hand passes under Daisy's chin. He jerks his hand back on reflex.]

Uh. I think there's ... a growth, or ... ???

[Heh.

Heh heh.

Messer doesn't respond- merely snaps his fingers and points towards the ceiling. As if on cue Daisy tilts its nose up to point its head in much the same way to show off the face.]

[Never has anyone sprung to their feet so fast.]

Your dog has a face on its face!

Don't be absurd.

[Stop smiling, stop smiling.]

It's clearly on the neck.

[Is that ... a smile? Messer is smiling!]

That's not better.

[He huffs and crosses his arms.]

I want to say I've seen stranger things, but I'm sure I have.

Whether you have or not, this is how it is. Try to adjust, as it's probably lived here longer than you.

[Between his stay, that of its previous owner, and the time when it was left alone here... yeah, it's been a while.]

Yeah. Sure. Don't plan on getting on it's bad side.

...I suppose you'll have less to worry about than most. It likes Kaname.

[And you probably smell like her.

Gross.]

Who doesn't?

[He grins. Umbra presses against his leg and he reaches down to pat the dog's head.]

Well, at least it's out of the vents. We'll make a zoo of this place yet.

[He stops short of thumping Messer with his fist - might not go over well - and drops his arm awkwardly.]

[Messer lifts a brow at the uplifted arm, but makes no comment as Prompto pulls back. Okay, whatever that was...]

It's more of a petting zoo, at the moment. Though the creatures are exotic enough for the real thing.

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