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Post by Daniel Schmuckler on Apr 16, 2015 16:37:39 GMT -4
A whistle. Brutus' ears perk up. Already jumping off the bed as second whistle comes, just after the first. Two whistles like that means come. Master only asks for dogs to come to the front stairs if it is time for walkies.
Walkies are Brutus' favorite thing!
Other dogs are bumping shoulders in hurry to get to master. Turn corner too fast, claws scratch at floor to get grip. Fall a little. Judas hesitates, sniffs, but Angelica is ahead of Brutus now. Bad girl. Brutus snarls a little at Angelica, she backs away, drops behind. Brutus is top dog. Angelica should know that. Brutus arrives at master first, the way it should be.
Brutus is top dog, but Master is alpha. Leader of this pack. Not leader of her people-pack but that is okay. She bends down and scratches all over Brutus' neck and shoulders, deep, rough. Perfect scratches because they dig through Brutus' thick fur. Tail is wagging so hard that back paws are slipping on floor. Fall over and turn belly up so master can scratch it. She does and it is ecstacy.
Master is hurt, but not badly. She smells like sweat and blood. And not dried blood like normal-wet blood.
"Angelica, Judus, stay. Not taking you two," Master says. Brutus doesn't understand but Master sounds apologetic. Like when she was walking up stairs and accidentally kicked Brutus in chin because he was following too close behind her.
Master picks up leash. "Brutus, good boy, walkies?" Tail is wagging crazy hard again. Master tells Brutus to sit, Brutus sits. Is good boy. Master puts plastic bags in back pocket, puts on backpack. Backpack unusual. Master doesn't usually bring backpack for walkies.
"We're going on an errand, okay boy?" Master speaks. She puts on shoes, gets the keys that jangle, gets crinkly wrapper things she sometimes eats that Brutus can't because Brutus is a dog. Crinkly wrapper things go in left pocket. She gets treats for dogs to put in right pocket, stops. Gives treats to Judas and Angelica. Treat for Brutus?
"Treats later," Master says. 'Later' is familiar word but meaning unclear.
"Stay," Master says. Master looks around house, looking into each room. She sees scentless man sleeping on couch. She contemplates the scentless man for a second, for he is Alpha of person-pack.
"Fuck it," she says, grabbing Brutus' leash and heading out the door.
Brutus knows Master only says fuck word when she's mad.
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Tattletale got back to base four hours later. She opened the door, found Angelica and Judas sitting near the front
>Two hours past feeding time
>Largest dog missing
>>Bitch only takes one dog when sneaking
>>>Bitch sneaking to something violent
Tattletale looked blankly into space for a few seconds.
Brian, who was just waking up from a long nap on the couch, was staring at her. "What is it?"
"...Shit. Uh, I have to go."
Pulling on a large hat and some conspicuous clothing, she stuffed her domino mask in her pocket and headed out.
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It was not a good day for Miss Militia.
The overly violent ward Shadow Stalker had shot someone with an actual arrow instead of the tranq bolts she was supposed to be using, and now she had to write her up.
Glory Girl had crashed through another house while trying to catch some low-level thief, and now the PRT had to handle the press even though Glory Hole wasn't technically one of their capes.
And Armsmaster had asked her to pull his night shift so he could spend extra time on building some kind of...helicopter?
And now she had to spend her so-called 'free-time' contacting her Empire Eighty-Eight informant. She pulled on a disguise and stuffed her American Flag bandana into her pocket.
She looked at the index card in her hand. On it were notes:
9092 Washington Ct
Password "Honeybee"
Dog Fighting Ring
Brad Meadows
aka Hookwolf
Tattletale? Miss Militia? Your turn. What do you do?
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Post by ian on Apr 16, 2015 18:04:42 GMT -4
Miss Militia reflected on her tip. 'Hookwolf'... she knew of him. There has been an increasing numbers of reports about him terrorizing people. The Protectorate was starting to worry about him becoming a threat.
So when she received word of his next appearance, she thought it would be the perfect opportunity for her to blow off some steam. Not to mention, she didn't think any of the wards available were up for the job.
'It's time to put that dog in his place' she thought to herself with a scowl. If there was one thing Miss Militia couldn't stand, it was someone whose entire being was consumed by their power.
As Miss Militia stepped foot on the street, she pulled her hoodie tighter around her to block out the wind which was rushing down the street. Glancing at the full moon, she turned and hailed down a taxi.
"Take me to Washington Ct." She said to the driver as she tossed her note into the gutter. It wouldn't help to arrive in a Protectorate vehicle. This time, she would be going for something more covert.
(Ideas in apostrophes are thoughts)
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Post by danaorsoyouthink on Apr 16, 2015 18:13:53 GMT -4
"Thank god" Lisa muttered to herself as she hurried down the street in pursuit of Bitch "I was beginning to think today would be nice and relaxing, who needs fucking showers when it's raining anyway."
Lisa made it all the way to out of the headquarters and had locked the door before the realization hit her that her powers hadn't told her anything about Bitch's location, she swore, letting her head thump against the now locked door. "I'm gonna have to get one of the stupid dogs."
Lisa slowly opened the door to the team's "living room" and tentatively stuck her head through, the two mutts were still sitting expectantly by the door.
"you," Lisa ordered pointing to the smaller less threatening looking dog "come," ....the dog was still "umm, here, mush, giddy up?" the dog licked her lips "fucking mutt" Lisa spat.
The dogs seemed to perk up at the word "fuck" as if the recognized the sound, but they showed no sign of actual obedience.
"Fine you little shits, you win!" Lisa began walking toward the kitchen to find one of the 26 bags of special formula kibble Bitch insisted on keeping around the headquarters. However as soon as she approached the cabinet that housed the dog food the dogs began to snarl and bite at this annoying blond girl who was trying to take their food.
"Jesus! I'm trying to help you fucks out!! If you're gonna be so picky about people touching your food than learn to make yourself fucking sandwich!!" But sadly Lisa needed their help, and she knew it. With a sigh she turned her attention to Angelica.
>thinner fur between the shoulder blades
>>favorite place to be pet
>>>Nails on her Right paws are slightly more worn down
>>>>Right paw dominant
>>>>>Currently preferring left leg
>>>>>>Bitch would repair any injuries to her dogs
>>>>>>>Itch?
Steeling herself Lisa bent over Angelica, who growled suspiciously at her. "Oh shut up," Lisa growled back as she rubbed the dog between the shoulder blades.
Angelica seemed to calm down as Lisa rubbed her, atleast the growling subsided....mostly. However once Lisa began scratching behind her right leg all hostility vanished from the disfigured mutt. The dog was putty in her hands "she's almost cute" Lisa thought for a second before she caught herself. This was no time to be distracted by silly things like petting, she had a mission to accomplish.
A few more pets and a bowl of kibble later and Lisa was Angelica's new best friend. Lisa quickly ran to Rachel's room and grabbed one of her two pairs of clothes Rachel owned and brought it back to Angelica.
"Here girl, smell this, find her scent." Angelica looked at her confused for a second. did this human think she didn't know the small of her master? rolling her eyes Angelica pushed past the girl and stood in front of the door, making it clear that she got the message, this human seemed a little bit slow after all.
Lisa headed for the door behind her, and had all but turned the nob when she stopped suddenly and bent down on level with the dog "you wait here a sec girl" she cooed "I've got something to do real quick."
Running to the kitchen, Lisa scooped up one of the dog's water saucers and filled it to the brim with warm water, setting it down next to the couch she took Brian's arm gently in her hand and carefully maneuvered it over the saucer.
She stared across the room at Angelica and whispered "ok, when I say go, we make a run for the door, got it girl?" Angelica cocked her head quizzically "1....2.....3....GO!" Lisa dropped Brian's hand into the saucer and made a mad dash for the door like her life was on the line, which her powers told her it probably would be in about 12 seconds.
The pair had made it four blocks before they Lisa decided it was safe to pull over and catch their breath, she was laughing a little bit demonically and grinning from ear to ear. "Come on girl," she cooed rubbing her newfound friend's head "let's go find that master of yours."
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Post by Daniel Schmuckler on Apr 16, 2015 19:09:12 GMT -4
As the taxi pulled up to the garage, Hannah examined the area. Some idiot in a floppy sunhat and a trenchcoat walked by, struggling with a mutt who was a bit too excited for her.
Trenchcoat was white, and entered the garage. Well, guess there's no doubt as to the location.
Miss Militia tipped the driver and entered the garage. In front of her, Trenchcoat was chatting up the bouncer.
"Ah, sorry. I'm a bit forgetful. Y'know, you probably shouldn't be on your phone while on guard. Someone might sneak past you. The passcode is, of course, Honeybee."
"Come right in." The bouncer turned to Hannah. "Goddamnit, you know you're not supposed to get that close until the person in front of you is in, right?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry. Honeybee?"
The guard turned back to his phone. "Head on in."
20-30 people gathered around the ring. The ring was created by crates. On the upper level were more people, as well as guards, watching over through a carefully carved hole in the ceiling, as big as the ring. In the corner of the room are seven cages with dogs in them.
Step one was done. Now all Hannah had to do was find 'Mr. Meadows' and get him to come outside. Outing his identity was, of course, bad form.
And outside there would be less people around to hurt when he inevitably resisted arrest.
Well, that was the plan. It was quickly derailed as she spotted Rachel Lindt placing a dog in the ring.
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Tattletale eyed the person in the taxi who pulled up next to her. Some judgmental asshole.
She didn't get a chance to examine her, though. Angelica was frantically pulling on the leash.
Tattletale entered the garage and eyed the bouncer.
>Looking at phone
>>Just starting shift
"Password?"
"Ah, sorry, I'm a bit forgetful."
>>>Trying to memorize today's password, typing in keyboard
"Y'know, you probably shouldn't be on your phone while on guard. Someone might sneak past you."
>>>>Password is word randomly selected from dictionary, typing "ey" as I walked in.
"The passcode is, of course, Honeybee."
As Tattletale entered, she spied Bitch in the gate to the ring, calming down Brutus. A larger dog approached. Bitch backed away, leaving Brutus alone in the ring with the larger dog.
>Bitch protective of Brutus
>>Bitch not participating in dog fight
"...What?"
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Is very long walkies before Brutus and Master stop at a place that smells like blood and dog fear and dog rage and pee and poop. Master knocks on door. Man who opens door smells like blood.
Master and man talk for a while, and Brutus waits because Brutus is a good boy.
Master takes Brutus into the place that smells bad. Noisy. Lots of people sitting in the dark. Smell like excitement and sweat. Most lights are in middle of room where blood smell is strongest.
Man from door tells master “Put him right in the gate.” Master puts Brutus in something like kennel that smells of rage and fear.
Man talks in loud voice and all the people in room howl and make more noise. Man says Brutus’ name. He says kill which is a word Brutus knows. But blood smell is so strong here Brutus can’t pay attention to much else.
Then the kennel is open and Brutus has nowhere to go but center of room. Can’t go to Master because boxes are in way and there’s another dog here bigger than Brutus that smells like rage and his own blood and other dog blood and death.
Then Brutus feels it. Master is making Brutus stronger and it hurts but it’s a good hurt, like when Brutus is stiff and stretches and joints snap and pop and Brutus feels better because of it. Only this stretch doesn’t stop and Brutus keeps popping and cracking. Master usually takes longer to make Brutus this strong but Brutus is in room alone with dog that smells like blood and death not with Angelica or Judas so Master can concentrate on Brutus.
Soon Brutus is bigger than Master and as big as car and Brutus is strong. Bad dog is cowering.
Then Master whistles twice which is order to come and Brutus is confused because there is no way to come. Master whistles again and calls Brutus’ name and Brutus lunges for the boxes that are in the way. Boxes break and Brutus can come to Master like a good boy.
“Brutus, Attack!” Master shouts and Brutus obeys. Brutus uses paws and teeth and size to jump into the crowd of people. People run and remind Brutus of how squirrels run, but people are not as fast or clever as squirrels and they don’t play unfair by running up trees. Brutus knows it’s bad to shake people like Brutus shakes toys or shakes squirrels. No shaking. No chewing. Bite arm and leg only. No biting heads. Using paws is okay but claws aren’t which is hard so Brutus mostly bites and slams into people with head and body to knock them over and make them stop. Sometimes uses tail which is new and fun. Brutus doesn’t have tail when small.
Make your move. Tattletale, you need Bitch. Miss Militia, remember your original goal: Find Hookwolf.
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Post by ian on Apr 16, 2015 20:16:55 GMT -4
In shock, Miss Militia watched as she saw Lindt's dog walk into the pit. She knew what was about to happen, but there was nothing she could do. She just watched as the dog began to grow and mutate. The crowd was stone still as all this was taking place, completely petrified by what was happening before them. Then, two whistles. And again. The dog smashed its way through the ring and stood at it's master's side. Then the crowd heard the words "Brutus, Attack!" and everything exploded into chaos.
The crowd began it's mass frenzy in an attempt to escape the rampaging beast. People were shoving one another out of the way in a mad rush to get to the door.
Miss Militia took all of this in. Before she began to make her move, she watched to see where all of the people were running towards. A basic idea of where the exits are can be the difference between life and death. After a few seconds of observing this, she thought she knew where the side exits were.
Miss Militia knew that the chaos on the floor was something she wished to avoid, but her priority here was to take down Hookwolf, not to go head to head with Lindt. So instead, she looked around for the stairs and made her way to the second floor, where the people who were observing the fight would be. The chaos up there was not as intense and she was able to push her way through the crowd. Miss Militia made her way to one of the sides of the room where she could observe everything before her, including a view of the ring and the chaos below.
Trying to blend in with the frantic and screaming people, she did her best to observe the crowd; looking for anything that would stand out. Knowing Brad Meadows' profile, he doesn't seem the kind of person who would run screaming at the first sight of a scary dog Hannah thought to herself. So she proceeded to look for anyone who did not fit the screaming, panicky, frightened bystander description.
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Post by danaorsoyouthink on Apr 16, 2015 21:02:55 GMT -4
Lisa was on the verge of going to stop bitch when a thought crossed her mind, the thought was, verbatim:
"Wait a second.....fuck this shit" bitch wasn't killing nobody, and think of the publicity the Undersiders would get from this
"Wanted criminal busts dog fighting ring with dog" now that'd would move papers, and there was no such thing as bad publicity
So honestly fuck it, she still needed to take a shower, she was pretty groady. Besides Brian didn't keep a change of pants at the hideout so she'd have the whole place to herself, this seemed a good tie to explore her secret yaoi addiction (it was a guilty pleasure ok, shut up.)
Unclipping Angelica's leash Lisa slapped her rear "go get em girl!" she called after the dog as she leapt into the crowd.
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Post by Daniel Schmuckler on Apr 20, 2015 18:45:51 GMT -4
Miss Militia initially thought of the man above the stage, yelling at a couple of skinheads. It would make sense if he were Mr. Meadows.
As she made her way to the stairs, she was tripped by some oversized mutt of a dog. "Oh, it's running towards Hellhound," she noticed, before she fell flat on her face. While stars danced in her head, she took time to think about her situation. Her picture perfect memory helped her think about the crowd she had seen.
At that point it clicked. The announcer. He had been standing by the side, seething with rage, and...examining the dogs. It would be just like Hookwolf to want to be the center of attention. Now, she just had to find him...
It was just at that moment that the crowd cleared enough for her to see two car-sized dogs standing in the center, with Hellhound screaming at the top of her lungs:
"HAH! Yeah, you fuckers! Stick your tails between your legs and fuckin' run! And you'd better leave the dogs, because-
At that point, Hellhound was cut off by a large mass of spinning blades racing towards her. One of the dogs jumped up and tackled it.
The crowd rushed again, and Miss Militia was still stuck on the ground, being trampled.
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Meanwhile, Tattletale walked home with a skip in her step. Before she left, she made sure the truck Bitch had parked out behind the dogfighting garage was full of gas.
So, Miss Militia. What do you do now? Do you get the two dog-themed villains' attention? Do you cap a motherfucker? (don't do that) Do you do something else?
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