dandyofawolf: (He's got this)
Lord Sandalio (Biffy) de Rabiffano ([personal profile] dandyofawolf) wrote in [community profile] recolle2018-01-04 04:20 pm

(Open) Not so dandy a New Year

WHO: Biffy and YOU
WHERE: Various locations
WHEN: Early part of January
WHAT: Biffy got a new power he doesn't know how to control. Guess you're about to run into him!
WARNINGS: Embarrassing moments of nudity!

It had been agonizingly painful when it happened. Bones breaking and muscles tearing. Biffy had been terrified when the change had happened (and maybe a little annoyed through all of it as his clothes became ruined) but he hadn't known how to stop it. Or reverse it. That emotional panic meant that he became stuck in his new form and barely managed to kick his pants off before he was off running.

In the darkness one would find a chocolate brown wolf running around. One with yellow eyes and what seemed to be a reddish colored chest. It seemed scared and trying to avoid getting into trouble anyway? Of course there was something clumsy about it. Like it wasn't used to the shape of its own body yet.

Biffy just wanted to get to the place that he felt safe. This new form was faster but he wasn't at all used to being on all fours...

[ooc: You read that right! Biffy is currently a wolf. He's rather emotionally distressed about this. However, if you can calm him down he'll be able to change back after a bit for an embarrassing moment where you find out he is very naked due to the transformation. Please note that he won't be able to tell you that he's a person until after he changes back unless you say something about it first. Wolves can't talk, after all!
bitemefightme: (what do you mean?)

[personal profile] bitemefightme 2018-01-05 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Orion didn't like this new dark thing going on around town. But then, if this was the worst of it, he'd be fine with it. Inconvenient, and a little daunting, at its worst. Still, he made it a point to carry a flashlight, and his guns, no matter where he was going. He didn't like the opportunities the darker corners might present for other people to get the jump on those less suspicious. And, since work and necessities were still a thing, he of course has to go out as much as he normally would.

He's toting a bag of groceries on his way home this time. But he pauses when he hears a whimpering, and cautiously looks at Biffy's direction, seeing him step into the lamplight. A wolf? No, wait... maybe it's just a dog. He doesn't know how to tell the differences between these things properly. It seems harmless enough, at least. With the whining and the clumsiness, he's wondering if it got separated from its owner, or if it's hurt.

He bends down on one knee, setting the grocery bag on the ground beside him, holding his hand out to the dog.

"It's okay, come here," he tries to coax. Maybe he could get a look at its tags and find out where it belonged. He pulls out his flashlight to help him look through that fur, but then... he sees the torn cloth. A sweater? One of those high-end people that like to dress their animals, he guesses? But wait... that looks like one Biffy wears.

Does Biffy own a dog?

No. No, he's been there already with no dog to be found. Unless he got a new one? But wouldn't he have said something? He would, wouldn't he?

Maybe it's just coincidence? It's one Hell of one, though.

Well, first things first - tags. And he sets to look for them, gently pressing his fingers into Biffy's fur around his neck. And with no results, he just moves to pet the dog.

A sigh. It's still the middle of winter, isn't it? He can put up lost dog posters tomorrow. But for now, he'll take it in. Somebody's got to take care of it. With a sweater, there's no doubt this dog has a home. But how did it get so torn? So many questions, and zero answers.

He picks the grocery bag back up and starts heading toward his apartment, but then pauses briefly. How do you get a dog to follow you? Is this one well trained? Maybe it'll follow him on its own.

This Q and A game has got to stop. He doesn't know what to do with it.

"Uh... come?" He gives it a shot, and moves a couple paces to see if the dog follows.
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[personal profile] bitemefightme 2018-01-05 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Orion just... watches the dog. He's pretty sure he just got a dirty look from it.

No way. Dogs don't give dirty looks. But this one... really has an attitude all its own. Yea, this dog must be from one of those high end people. What's it doing in this part of town?

"Good... dog?"

Oh, well. Orion opens the door, letting the dog in first, and then heading in himself to head to his apartment. He normally take the stairs, but opts to take the elevator today, just in case for a variety of reasons. Overall, he thinks it's better to get the dog in his apartment before it can attract too much attention. He doesn't give another command. He doesn't want to offend the dog any further.

When they reach his apartment, he unlocks the door and pushes it open, looking back at Biffy.

"After you, I guess."

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[personal profile] liberal_arts 2018-01-05 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Time's an illusion, anyways," Kasen shrugged, having set up a makeshift hosting room for the ceremony, having brought in historically accurate mats and shogi panels to complete the whole aesthetic. Part of that aesthetic was Kasen himself, wearing a fashionable kimono, that while not period accurate, a least complimented him.

"Either way, I'm glad you made it. I was worried this darkness would impede our plans."
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[personal profile] liberal_arts 2018-01-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I've taken the opportunity to leave a single colored band of bamboo in the tatami where you are meant to sit. For the most part, as the hostee, you will remain largely still... And I don't particularly care how you're set. You're not Japanese, so I'm not going to hold you to the same standards I was when I was first exposed to this, ha ha!"

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[personal profile] imaginex 2018-01-05 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
Things Sakura is not ready for in this newfound darkness: running into large dogs that could probably eat her.

So yes, there might be a shriek of surprise followed by her quickly backing up, holding her tote bag like it might shield her from danger. She's heard enough boogey man stories from her fellow retrospec users to jump to conclusions, and still keeping some distance between her and the wolf, starts looking around the area, as if she assumes more creatures/monsters will crawl out of the dark.

She's wrong, of course -- nothing jumps out at her, but that only barely keeps her heart from flinging itself out of her ribcage.

"U-um -- stay-- stay! Don't come near me--!"
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[personal profile] imaginex 2018-01-05 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
... For a beast of prey, the dog is seeming a little less beastly the longer she watches. Her tote is slowly lowered once it's clear she won't be attacked (for now), though given the annoying dome still surrounding the city, Sakura has to fumble with a flashlight for a closer look.

She hadn't noticed the sweaer before. That's a huge point in the animal's favor, as it suggests an owner, and that suggests previous training. It's okay to approach then, right? Carefully, of course, but her mouth has thinned into concern at those whining noises.

"Oh poor thing... you're stuck?" She keeps her voice smooth and calm, hoping that might keep the dog from startling now that she's much closer to it. "Here, just a moment."

Even she can handle a nail in the wall. It might take a few beats before her fingers can unhook the fabric, but so long as she isn't startled again, Sakura will get the sweater freed.
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[personal profile] imaginex 2018-01-07 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's giving off all the signs of a well-behaved animal, and that jumps Sakura's smile from tentative to flourishing.

"Oh, you're a sweetheart, aren't you?" Her favorite kind. Given that they're still close, she can't help but give him a light pat on the crown of his head, delighted.

"I bet you got lost in the darkness. Are you looking for your owner?" That's what she's looking for, swinging her glance around their surroundings despite knowing how little good it will do her.

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[personal profile] toobigtohandle 2018-01-09 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
For once, Kenta wasn't driving back from school. He'd had several errands to run after his classes that were easier to do on foot, and while he wasn't carrying the sword, of course, Tanaka-san had insisted that he had least take a knife or a switchblade, so he wasn't completely unarmed.

He was in the middle of texting Jirou to tell him he was going to be home soon when he caught something moving in the dark from the corner of his eye and quickly looked up, trying to make sure it was nothing threatening.

... A dog? That looked a little too large for a dog.
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[personal profile] toobigtohandle 2018-01-09 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that sounded a lot like an animal in trouble.

Kenta lit up the lamp on his cellphone and came closer cautiously, not out of fear from himself but because he was used to spooking animals because of his size. Once he had located what he thought was the source of the noise...

A dog or a wolf caught up in some kind of fabric?

"Oh dear... stay calm, okay? I'll help you out of this."
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[personal profile] toobigtohandle 2018-01-09 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Kenta came closer and knelt next to the animal before it suddenly struck him.

It had nodded at him.

Kenta blinked and looked down at the wolf - definitely a wolf from up close - again. Was it one of those animals some people had been getting from Retrospec? Like those that professor man had? But this one seemed much less graceful and didn't make weird noises like they did. Just normal wolf noises.

He took his knife from his pocket and grabbed a piece of the cloths hanging from the wolf's frame.

"I'm going to cut this off you, alright? Don't move."

It seemed smart enough to understand, at least, and Kenta's blade started tearing through the remnants of what looked like a sweater.

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[personal profile] commandertoolbelt 2018-01-13 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
With the ever-present darkness being a new part of their lives, Leo had taken to using his powers to light the city back up again while he was on the move. Maybe he could be boring and use a flashlight like everyone else, but what was the point when you could make your own light? And it was good practice, too - simply holding out a hand and letting it burn, and maintaining it like that? It might not sound like much, but it actually took a lot out of him. Being a human torch took work.

The other problem was that it had led to a few jump scares. The bad thing about lighting yourself on fire meant that any eyes out there in the darkness reflected it back, and that got downright spooky when you didn’t know if it was a cat or a dog or some kind of monster waiting to jump out and eat you whole. The last one hadn’t happened yet, though, so this time when he noticed a pair of eyes outside of his little circle of light, he just assumed it was another dog wondering if he had some snacks to share.

“Hey, boy,” he said, kneeling to offer his other, non-flaming hand out to it. He kept the other hand higher, hopefully out of reach and far enough away that he wouldn’t scare the dog. “What are you doing out here all alone? You don’t have an owner or anything?”
commandertoolbelt: (shut up I'm working)

[personal profile] commandertoolbelt 2018-01-13 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Leo drew back when the dog actually... shook its head at him? Did that actually just happen? Dogs didn't do that, even the really smart ones, right?

"Ooookay, so you're a stray. No problem. I think there's an animal shelter, like, fifteen minutes away..."

...Wait a second. Squinting, Leo moved his lit hand a little closer to get a better look and - sure enough, it was wearing a sweater. Or at least, whatever remained of one. Quizzically, he raised an eyebrow, as if a dog would understand what that meant.

"Where'd you get a sweater if you're a stray? ...Or did you escape from the shelter? I'm pretty sure they've got sweaters for dogs there." On the second glance, that one did look pretty messed up, too. Just how long has this little guy been out here to tear it up that badly? After a moment's hesitation, Leo sighed. "That thing's all torn up. Come here, I can help you get it off."
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[personal profile] commandertoolbelt 2018-01-16 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, new problem: remove the sweater without setting the dog on fire. After frowning at his hand for a moment, Leo decided to bite the bullet and extinguished the flames and see how hard it would be to remove it in the dark. There was still a bit of light pollution, anyway, surely it would be enough.

It took a minute for his eyes to readjust, but as soon as they did, he got to work. Since he wasn’t really sure how to work with dogs like this, he focused on trying to keep his touch gentle while wrestling the sweater off of him. Before long, he was pulling the last bit over the dog’s head and held it up triumphantly.

“There - that’s better, isn’t it?” And now that they were finished with that, he was just going to light his other hand back on fire so they could see properly again. “Now we just have to get you home, I guess.”

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