3rd Journey [video]

[reginagloriae]

I...um, hi.

[Nervous looking redhead finally makes a video broadcast and she's fidgeting about it. She prefers audio better, but she wants people to know her current predicament as a subtle call for help. Youko's sitting on her bed with something. Something heavy and mostly invisible aside of the back green spots, flaming pink mohawk, matching colored paws and collar.

A hellhound. Loki's.]

Has anyone seen Loki? He's not answering my messages since this afternoon. The prank stopped being funny after Darkness fell. I need... [She freezes while the hellhound snuffling her lap in melancholy.] to know if he's ok.

[She swallows her own insecurity and reaches out apprehensively to pat the invisible pup's head to console her.]

Huh. This was going to be a broadcast to ask for a job. [Funny how her plans are derailed like that.] If he doesn't answer, I need to ask tips to know how to take care of a hellhound.

[She pales slightly when she utters that aloud. She bows her head and mutters softly.]

Sorry about the bother. If anyone has seen him, please send me a message.

Comments

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[reginagloriae]

Loki's, um, hellhound.

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[drinkthebleach]

Kid's got a hell hound?

private;

[reginagloriae]

Yes. He could have bought a normal puppy, but he wanted this one.

private;

[drinkthebleach]

I don't blame him. Why get a golden retriever when you can have a fuckin' hell beast?

[Pickles knew there was a reason he always liked that kid.]

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[reginagloriae]

I'm just worried she'll wreck the apartment in his absence.

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[drinkthebleach]

Hit her on the head with a rolled-up newspaper?

Does that trick not work on hell hounds?

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[reginagloriae]

I think I'll have to grab a heavy book in her case...

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[drinkthebleach]

If that doesn't work, you can always go to the vet an' get her neutered. That usually calms 'em down.

private;

[reginagloriae]

Huh? But she's invisible. Wouldn't that make the surgery complicated?

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[drinkthebleach]

I saw some parts of her. Is she totally invisible, or what the hell happened?

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[reginagloriae]

But her internal organs might still be invisible.

private;

[drinkthebleach]

Well shit. I dunno. I'm not a doctor.

But there's tons of freaky outta-the-norm shit here. Maybe there's a vet that specializes in invisible dogs. I dunno.

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[reginagloriae]

Huh. I never thought about that.

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[drinkthebleach]

Yeah. I should probably be makin' you pay for therapy for makin' me think 'bout it, but whatever.

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[reginagloriae]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you... think about invisible organs surgery complications on exotic pets?

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[drinkthebleach]

Relax, I'm just messing with you.

[She can't see it, but he's giving her a weird look: Pickles wasn't expecting her to actually apologize for something like that.]

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[reginagloriae]

Ah... I thought you were serious.

[She's fussy about politeness and socially anxious.

Don't worry, once she snaps, she will leave this behind.

She swallows a little and tries to dismiss it with light tone.]

I'm still worried about Loki I guess.

private;

[drinkthebleach]

Have a drink.

[The advice doesn't miss a beat. It's clearly the first thing that Pickles would think of for...well, any problem of his.]

private;

[reginagloriae]

A drink? Huh, like alcohol?

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[drinkthebleach]

Yeah.

It'll help you relax an' calm yer nerves, trust me.

private;

[reginagloriae]

But I can't drink alcohol. I'm just sixteen, mister.

private;

[drinkthebleach]

Sure you can.

I mean, you can't buy booze or order it at a bar, but nobody's gonna break into yer house an' throw you in jail just for havin' one beer. Trust me, I know people that got drunk much younger than that.

private;

[reginagloriae]

I...

[Shouldn't do that at all.]

I think there might be some in the fridge downstairs.

private;

[drinkthebleach]

Great. Just have a little drink. Trust me on this one.

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[reginagloriae]

Ok. I will. Thanks.