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Post by Mo on May 7, 2012 20:21:49 GMT -5
"Ohh, yeah, Auntie Annabelle and Uncle Partner," Milo nodded slowly and quietly, legs beginning to unlock. He wasn't scared anymore, not really-- just confused. He cocked his head to one side. "I thought they didn't have any puppies." He never knew the two very well, but he had talked with the dalmatian couple a few times-- and he knew for sure every time he visited they had no puppies. And these two pups were as old as he was. His little face twisted into a confused grimace that almost looked pouty. Jon cocked his head, too, in the opposite direction Milo was, making them look slightly ridiculous if the situation at hand wasn't so troubling. "Yeah, that's the one," he replied to Scout slowly. "...That's... odd... I mean, I only visit there every once in a while, but I've never seen pups like you around-- especially ones that are kin of Annabelle and Partner." Milo's ears were pulled back again, tail drooping down, looking thoroughly confused. "I-I don't get it... were Auntie Annabelle and Uncle Partner just... hiding you guys or something...?"
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Trent was down in a crouch, ready to pounce, the moment he heard Jinx's lilting voice flutter through the air. His claws unsheathed, hackles rising dangerously, and his sharp canines bared in a warning, he wanted the black-and-brown dog-- whom of which he could only catch a few dim glances of in the gloom, her pale blue eyes glittering with bad intentions-- to know he meant business. "What'sa matter, mommy abandon you as well?" Trent stopped snarling, now only leaving a confused look on his face. How did she...? What was this girl talking about? Did that mean... "Wha... n-no... you mean... Angel?" he sputtered uncertainly, his curly tail dropping downwards. "She wouldn't abandon me. She loves me." Then why'd she hook up with Da-- PATCH, instead of your REAL dad? a voice nagged in the corner of his mind. His face twisted in a frown a bit with the sudden thought but he kept his mouth shut. He wasn't going to trust Jinx with too much-- he didn't like how she talked to him, that tone of voice she used. He figured she must of had something against Mom. What her issue was, however, Trent didn't know.
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Post by Angel on May 8, 2012 14:18:45 GMT -5
"Come on, you think anyone could hide her?" Ignoring Nova's predictable response, which had been to rather childishly stick her tongue out at him, Scout rose, beginning to pace slightly as he watched the newcomer. "Nah, we weren't hidden... honestly, I'm amazed that you haven't seen Nova before, at least. She's so..." He struggled for a word to describe the irritating ball of fur that was his adopted sister. "...well, you saw her," he finished lamely.
Nova was squinting at Jon in a most peculiar way. "Whose pups are you supposed to be, anyway?" she challenged, rising to her own paws and stepping towards him suspiciously, as though she suspected him of being in league with Scout or Jinx or some other 'evildoer'. "'Cuz I haven't seen you around either."
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Why did they always go for the 'mom loves me' response? Why else could any of them possibly think she was doing what she did except for that reason? "Of course she does," the dober-mix snapped impatiently. "Yer little perfect mommy who loves you an' cares fer you an' doesn't run out on you like her bloody tail's on fire jus' because of who yer father was." She spat into the dust in front of her, before continuing tracing out her circle.
"Well I got news for you." She stopped in front of Trent, leaning so close that her dark-furred muzzle almost touched his own. "She ain't as perfect as she'd want you to think." And then she was gone, into the shadows again, only a soft growling deep in her throat letting her victim know that she was still in the room. She had intended to break Angel's daughters before her sons, but when one practically walked into her lap like this, the opportunity was too good to pass up.
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Post by Mo on May 10, 2012 20:38:52 GMT -5
Jon frowned, biting his lip a little uncomfortably when Nova asked who his parents were. He knew he was a bastard son, he'd been called that word every day of his life since he was born, but he still didn't like to think about how Annette had dumped Dad after their little affair... "Uh... well..." he started slowly. "...My dad is Patch... and my mom... well..." "He's a bastard son," Milo blurted out suddenly. "Annette was his mom, but Angel raised him because--" "MILO. They did NOT need your input," Jon nearly snarled at the younger dog, causing Milo to again return to his armadillo-like stance in fear. Cocker-dal mix glared down at his cousin with look that clearly said "your entire word will burn". He looked up a bit awkwardly at Nova and Scout. "But... yes... Annette is my birth mother-- Angel is my milk mother, though, she raised me," he added quickly, hoping the young ones did not get the wrong impression. He prodded Milo. "Come on, pull yourself together, I'm not going to bite your head off... not today at least..."
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Trent could only gape stupidly at the she-pup as she circled him ominously. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth with the sudden shock. Her words, however, DID register in his mind. "Yer little perfect mommy who loves you an' cares fer you an' doesn't run out on you like her bloody tail's on fire jus' because of who yer father was." A deep, eerie cavern opened inside Trent's stomach, and his eyes visibly widened with the words. He understood. She was a bastard, sort of like Jon. However, her last few words hit him hard. He never DID know why Mom had left Tripod-- every time he asked Patch or Angel's sisters or Scamp they dodged the question. Maybe... maybe she'd left Tripod... because of him? ...Did Mom really ever love him...? "She ain't as perfect of you think." With that said, Jinx scurried back into the cover of the gloom, her churring growl carrying through the air. Trent still could only stand there, awestruck, with his jaw hanging open like a complete moron and his stomach set aslew by the sudden onslaught of horrible thoughts. How... how could Angel ever...? ...But she could. He did not know, yes... but he knew enough about what his mom was like to know that flight was one of her most effective plans of action. How did he not think of that before? It all made sense to Trent now. A fire ignited in his eyes then. A spark of realization was set aflame and his claws dug into the floor. "...She's not perfect..." he mumbled, agreeing with this stranger. "...She... she left my dad..." The anger he felt turned into guilt in an instant the moment the words left his mouth. How could he ever THINK of such things?! Angel was caring, kind mother-- even if he was not like Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, he was still part of that family. What did this dog know, anyhow? She didn't know what his life was like. "...But I forgive her for that," he concluded in a firm voice, turning to Jinx with a hard, determined look in his eyes. He loved Angel. He wouldn't let himself believe she had left Tripod because of him. ...but what if she DID...? The question nagged incessantly, battering his mind. But he battled it with the hope, the truth, that Angel had kept him for a reason. Little did he know easily Jinx could get inside his mind.
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Post by Angel on May 11, 2012 4:26:48 GMT -5
"Don't be mean to him!" her earlier suspicion of Milo all-but forgotten, Nova leapt between the other two canines, clamping one paw around Milo's shoulder in what she thought was a supportive gesture but would probably just make the other pup freak out even more at the contact. Scout simply introduced a paw to his face. The urge to physically smack some sense into his sister was growing stronger by the minute, and he could only hope someone else would save him the trouble and do it first so that he wouldn't get into trouble with dad. Not only was she being a pain in the tail for all involved, she was also just plain embarassing him.
Removing his paw, the dalmatian turned to Jon. "Don't take any notice of her, she's just..." his gesture indicated that, in his oppinion, Nova had more than a few screws loose in her head. "I swear someone fed her on superhero comics before dad adopted her and Poker. Thinks every wrong of the universe is hers to right." He gave a very long-suffering sigh. The joys of having idiot younger siblings...
"You're Annette's, too? Where's mom been hiding you all these years?" The dark-furred figure had been there for a while, but hadn't been noticed - or even been paying attention until she heard her mother's name mentioned. Shaking her head to rid her fluffy ears of the few cobwebs they'd picked up from the dusty corner she'd been lying in, the doberman/cocker mix approached the small group, giving half a nod in the direction of Scout, who she recognised mainly as her half-brother's friend. "Estelle," she stated, by way of greeting, quickly adding "that's my name" in case it hadn't been clear enough, sticking out a paw as though expecting Jon to shake it. "And here, I thought Leon was my only half-brother..."
(ooc: will reply for Jinx's part later; can't get the muse for her up right now ^^")
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Post by Mo on May 17, 2012 10:07:27 GMT -5
“GGGGGH!!” Milo recoiled at the Nova’s touch—as was expected of him. He swatted the paw away and resumed his curled-up position, giving her a horrible glare as his limbs clattered with the fear of infection. Jon shook his head at this reaction with a sigh that matched Scout’s, one that knew the traumas of a crazy younger sibling... or just, in this case, a younger pup he had to look after for an afternoon. “I understand,” he affirmed these thoughts, with a light-colored paws massaging the bridge of his nose gently as he squeezed his eyes shut with an expression that read pure aggravation. “This little one isn’t exactly the most normal dog you’d ever meet. And neither are my half-sibling… they—“ But before Jon could continue, a dark black-and-tan shape revealed herself to him. Jon just stared with his eyebrows furrowed in a deeply confused expression. So… this dog’s mother was Annette too? Well, not like he couldn’t tell from the head-stripe, bob tail, and tannish fluffy ears, all of which Jon had inherited as well. “I could ask you the same question,” he replied with an uneasy chuckle. He wasn’t sure how exactly to react to this. Just to be polite, though, he did shake her paw (as much as a dog could, at least) like any gentlemen would for a lady. “I-I don’t know of any ‘Leon’,” he piped in, tilting his head to the side a bit, “but I’m sure Anne—Mom—did have other mates after she um… w-well, you know,” he added hastily with a nervous airy giggle, not wanting to press the issue any more than he had previously. “So… who’s your dad, then? It doesn’t look like you’re one of Patch’s…”
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Post by Angel on May 17, 2012 13:31:51 GMT -5
"In a cupboard under some stairs... more or less." Very casual tone the statement was offered in. Okay, so she hadn't exactly lived in the cupboard, but Annette had made sure she stayed in there whenever grandma's pets had visitors, so it had become a sort of second home to the dober-mix for a while - plus, it sounded sort of cool to say it like that. "Mom shut me away in there to keep me away from the outside world because I was specialler than anyone else," the comment wasn't given in a boastful tone, since the girl didn't much care for her supposed 'special-ness'. "Hated it. She only let me out once she married Pooka."
Upon the question of her own dad arising, though, Estelle couldn't do much more than shrug. "I never knew. Mom never liked to talk about it... acted as though she was ashamed of him of something, I didn't really get it." Someone smarter than her might have easily put two-and-two together and realised that the reason Annette had kept her daughter shut indoors was because she was as ashamed of her as she was of the pup's father, but Estelle hadn't managed to reach that conclusion.
Brushing a few more cobwebs out of her ears - along with the spider responsible who'd been caught up when she walked into them in the first place - Estelle glanced at her new companions. "Anything much going on here?" she asked cheerily.
Scout, meanwhile was looking in some form of puzzlement at Jon. He was hardly the expert, but he would swear that 'Uncle' Patch's only pups had been with Angel, even though he didn't know any of them that well. Then again, he hadn't known that 'Uncle' Lucky had mated with 'Aunt' Cadpig until a few days ago either, so he was hardly going to rule out the possibility. "You should meet Leon sometime," was all he said in the end, deciding that the matters of parentage could sort themselves out on their own. "He's a great guy."
"You mean minion..." Nova's voice was low enough to be almost inaudible but Scout's ears still twitched, used to catching his adopted sister murmering behind his back, and he shot her a nasty glare.
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Jinx glowered. "Oh yeah, sure, forgive her. An' when she decides that she wants to forget all about whatever affair she had with yer dad and starts ignoring you on account of that, I bet yeh'll fergive her then, too? When she pretends yeh don't even exist, or at best that yer not hers, jus' because she wants to forget she was ever with yer dad? Pathetic." She stopped both circling and talking, remaining motionless in the shadows behind Trent for a moment.
"She could walk right over yeh and you'd still forgive her, wouldn't you?" she had dropped her voice to low and menacing as she spoke again, waiting to see how he'd respond before making any further move.
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Post by Mo on May 30, 2012 17:48:32 GMT -5
"...huh." That was really the only thing Jon could say. He really couldn't make sense out of what this newcomer was telling him-- so Annette had kept this kid in a cupboard at Grammy & Pa's house... because she was "special" in some way? Well, he barely knew his mother, but from what he'd been told, it certainly sounded like something she would do. Always thinking of her reputation. She was probably ashamed she had another bastard puppy and hid her away so she wouldn't have to deal with it. It still confused him that while this dog, Estelle, apparently stayed with Annette... why would Annette leave him with Patch...? He frowned a bit at the thought, suddenly quite jealous of this pup. "Special", huh? And what made him NOT so "special"? He listened on as she continued. Ah. Of course. Annette was trying to cover her cheating tail because she was ashamed of what she did. Even more anger rose inside him. What a filthy whore. Screwing with every dog she could and then leaving her children behind in the aftermath of what she herself had caused. Jon didn't know there was more to it than that, of course, but still he seethed with hatred at his cocker spaniel blood mother. "Hrmmm... that figures," he muttered through gritted teeth. Milo watched all this with a certain mixture of interest and confusion. He still didn't like to think the adults cheated and lied and made mistakes-- always looking up to his parents as role models despite how paranoid he'd become as a result of their endless worrying-- and he felt bad for Jon and Estelle both. Annette didn't seem like a very good mother, not at all; he could imagine being shut in a cupboard for such a long time (all the dust and vermin and diseases just waiting to get at him the moment he set paw through the threshold!) OR being adopted by another dog who wasn't his mother. He loved Two-Tone very much and couldn't imagine a life without her and her comforting maternal scent. As he watched Jon seethe with rage at this revelation, instinctively he took a few steps back. He hoped he wouldn't snap again. "...Well... who IS Leon?" Milo asked sheepishly. He looked down at his paws. He felt stupid for asking, as apparently he was good friends with Scout. "I-I've never met him. Is his momma Annette too?"
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Again, Jinx's words struck a chord deep in Trent's heart. He cringed with her snarling utterance of "pathetic", and felt himself sway with the veritable storm of confusion that battered his mind. Would Angel abandon him, because he was Tripod's as well as hers? Would she hate him? Would she ignore him? All because of a bad decision she herself had made in the past? "She could walk right over yeh and you'd still forgive her, wouldn't you?" Indignity rose from the pit of his belly, boiling and causing his lips to curl back in a slight scowl, claws curled into the floor. Anger swelled his being, hatred toward his mother-- a feeling he never imagined would ever pass his mind, especially directed at her. He'd known, of course, that mom was never especially proud of his blood, but he'd kept him for a reason. Now he really began to think... what if she was only being forced to by Patch?
When he was younger, he'd remember being woken in the darkest hours of the night, overhearing his parents' conversations. Over him and Jon. Were they to stay, or go? Trent knew he shouldn't have been hearing any of this, but, fascinated, he listened on. Patch always insisted they keep them both, give them a good home until they found a new home. Angel would always argue against him. He remembered clearly her words: "We can't keep them-- our families may not mind them for now, but it feels... impure to keep our bastard children around our family. It doesn't feel right. We should have left them to another home years ago. Our children are ashamed of them. How long are we going to put our reputation in jeopardy for?"
All this came roaring back into his mind, suddenly, painfully, regretfully. His countenance was soured with rage, brows furrowed deep, lips snarling. His limbs shook with the guilt, the indignance... He hated Angel. He hated her more than he'd ever hated anyone before. He hated her very being. He hated that she had ever left Tripod, he hated that she'd ever let him stay with her and Patch... all the love and adoration he'd harbored for her before seemed to dissipate and erode like acid corroding a pill. The milky, warm scent she always carried with her now only sparked a feeling of disgust in his mind. How easily Jinx could twist his mind... "No." He twirled himself around to face her. "Never. She doesn't deserve my love. Not anymore."
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Post by Angel on May 31, 2012 1:25:02 GMT -5
Estelle frowned, looking around at the other pups. This guy seemed to really hate Annette, and while Estelle would hardly go out of her way to defend the mother who'd kept her out of sight of the outside world for most of her early life, she still felt uncomfortable with her being thought of so uncharitably. For all her (many) flaws, Annette had still raised her, after all. "She's been better since she and Pooka got together," the dober/cocker mix spoke up tentatively, scratching at her collar with one paw.
Feeling uncomfortable with the current turn of conversation, Scout welcomed the chance to distract himself from it as he turned to Milo, the little pup who Nova had petrified earlier. "Yeah, Leon's parents are Annette and Pooka," he nodded, his maw twitching into a small smile as he thought about the other pup. "He's my best friend. Not a great conversationalist, but he's still a good guy." When the predictable mutter of 'minion' didn't come from behind him, Scout turned - and swore violently. There was a reason Nova hadn't made her usual snide remark - and that was because she wasn't even in the room anymore. "I'm going to MURDER that girl..." he snarled. Well, maybe not... dad would kill him if he tried anything like that, but that thought didn't lessen Scout's desire to strangle her with her own collar.
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Well. That had certainly been unexpected. Jinx had never dreamed of converting one of Angel's other unwanted pups to her side (for one thing, she hadn't known her mother had even had any others for sure), and she'd expected even this guy to stick up for his momma to the bitter end, from the way he'd been speaking earlier. Now, though... well, having herself an accomplice could hardly be a bad thing. "She doesn't deserve anything 'cept having her whole family crushed beneath her," Jinx returned vehmently, a snarl twitching across her maw as she stepped out of the shadows, reasonably confident that Trent wouldn't try anything against her now. "Which I intend to do," she finished. Having a male sidekick (other than Misten, who was soft enough that he'd probably feel bad about hurting his own fleas) could have its advantages, anyhow.
"Don't you jus' hate the way her perfect little sons with Patch get all the attention? Don't yeh jus' wanna crush them for it?" If all went well - and he wasn't too attatched to his little half-brothers - Trent would be perfect to deal with Ace and Thunder, leaving Jinx free to shatter Topaz, Flash and Aria the way they deserved.
(ooc: Mo, d'you mind if I bring in a couple more of my characters here, ones other than those we agreed on, perhaps?)
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Post by Mo on May 31, 2012 18:54:35 GMT -5
((I don't really see why not, but who did you have in mind? I don't want us having TOO many characters running around )) Jon realized he had let himself become too riled up-- he tried to remedy this by clearing his throat a little sheepishly and muttering a soft "sorry" to try and show Estelle that he hadn't meant to offend her. "I'll take your word for it," he replied to her. "It's just... ugh, how to explain this..." He shuffled his paws and stared up at the ceiling as he collected his thoughts. "She never raised me. She just birthed me, nursed me for less than a minute, and then she decided to dump me on Dad-- Patch. Angel is my milk mother. I guess I got a little... upset is all. I never knew why she never wanted me... I guess she loved you enough to keep you safe though," he added with a bit of a crooked grin, trying to look nice to apologize for his loss of control previously. Milo and Jon both started at Scout's sudden outburst of profanity. "W-w-w-what happened to...?" Milo yelped, noticing the she-pup missing from her brother's side. "Goodness, she's a busy one, isn't she?" Jon rolled his eyes, again feeling a pang of sympathy for the younger dog. Arya and Bran were definitely prone to running off within the blink of an eye, and he'd almost lost them too many times before. "We'll help you look for her," he offered, standing up slowly. --- "Oh, yes. Yes I do," Trent spat venomously, the hair on the back of his neck rising with his thoughts. Angel and Patch's puppies always got more attention than he or Jon did-- he'd always been jealous of them and he'd never liked any of them very much, even when he was younger and foolishly, naively dedicated to Angel. Now remembering all of the extra privileges and treats the "pure" offspring had received that he and Jon, the bastard children, had never gotten... "If you're going to smash Angel and her family to the ground," he said darkly, looking Jinx in her glassy blue eyes, "I want to join you. Just because my mother made a mistake, I shouldn't have to pay for something SHE did." To emphasize this point, he lifted a paw and flexed his outstretched claws like a cat, making a swift, deadly tearing motion in the air. He was ANGRY. And he was so consumed with this rage, this rage that he had harbored deep down for so long that had been sparked to life by this equally bitter dog, he pushed aside all the doubts, the thoughts of turning back. He was Angel's child and if she wouldn't love him... then he wouldn't love her. "The name's Trent. My dad's Tripod, my mom needs no explanation," he snorted and spat on the ground with that being said. "You got a name, amiga?"
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Post by Angel on Jun 1, 2012 2:26:55 GMT -5
(ooc: was mainly thinking of having little Aria stumble across the Angel-haters... weren't you going to bring one or two of your Pangels in at some point, too? (Aria would be instead of Cleo, since I can't think how to bring her in anymore)) Estelle shrugged. Despite her belief that Annette had shut her away because she was too special to come into contact with normal pups, even she had a couple of suspicions to the contrary, although she'd never given them all that much thought. "I dunno... I sometimes think she was just too afraid of approaching whoever my dad was, or she probably would have pushed me off on him." That was more true than Estelle knew; after having tried to make Buster take his own offspring back and just ending up with one of her own instead, Annette hadn't had the guts to risk trying again. The dober-cocker returned Jon's grin, not holding what he'd said before against him. She, too, almost jumped at Scout's outburst, eyebrows raising as she turned to face the other pup. She'd never heard him use that kind of language when he was around her half-brother (and was sure Annette would have had something to say about it if he had), but it was fairly easy to see why the male was so riled up. "You would?" Scout looked incredibly relieved at Jon's offer, sounding as though he hardly believed it. Nova was a ginormous pain in the backend, and the prospect of having someone else to back him up as he tried to drag her back home was a distinct relief - especially when Estelle gave a nod to indicate that she'd help too. "I owe you guys, seriously. "She's probably still in the manor," he continued, glancing around. "She thinks Jinx is in here... and if she's right, we'd better find her before she finds Jinx, or the results won't be pretty and dad'll practically kill me." --- Jinx could sympathise, really sympathise, with what was going through Trent's head right now, more so than she ever had been able to with anyone else. She felt the same way every morning when she woke up and realised that Angel's perfect little family was still in one piece. Misten was a great brother, but he just didn't understand where the need for vengeance came from - he was far too willing to forgive. Not like this guy, this Trent; he was feeling exactly what she'd felt for the last 18 years*. The female stepped forward, clamping her paw around Trent's shoulders for a moment in a comradely guesture. "We can be partners," she announced, feeling strangely glad to have someone who could really understand the bitterness she felt twisting like a living thing inside her gut every single day. "The girls are mine to crush, but things'll work better if yeh deal with the boys." She'd been planning it for too long - the breaking of each of Angel's daughters, purposefully crushing their hopes and dreams, imagined watching each of them, Topaz, Flash and Aria, crumble before her until they were nothing more than incoherent emotional wrecks - to let Trent have his own go at them, but Ace and Thunder, she'd been less sure how to bring down to the same state. For Trent, though, it shouldn't be anywhere near so hard to work out and achieve. "We don't move against mommy herself until we've broken each of her pups in turn." "It's Jinx," she replied at length, letting her mind slide from her pleasant contemplations of how to make Angel's life a living hell back to the present. "My dad was some street mutt Angel used to hang with; don't know or care what happened to him." *canine years, of course
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Post by Mo on Jun 1, 2012 22:33:37 GMT -5
((Oh, that's totally cool with me I'm gonna bring in my Pangels too, so no worries there bro~)) "Absolutely," Jon nodded to Scout, fluffy bobbed tail wagging a bit. "I know what it's like to have siblings that like to run away, and if Nova is anything like Arya is, she's probably finding the most dangerous place possible to play pretend she's some sort of amazon warrior." He emphasized this point with an exaggerated rolling of eyes and waving of a front paw. He glanced down at Milo. "And don't you dare think of running off. We're ALL going to help find her." It was not a question, but a command. He'd let Milo get away once today and he was determined not to let it happen again. Milo could only cower and reply with a whispered, "...'kay..." He didn't have the heart to fight back, nor would he have had much chance against the much bigger and older Jon. So he did as he was told and like a good boy pressed his snout to the ground to see if he could find a trail. "That's the way," Jon nodded approvingly. Milo could be a real pain in the backside to take care of, what with him being so ridiculously neurotic, but he had to admit that he had one of the best and most honed noses of any dog he'd met before. If there was a trail Nova had left behind, Milo could find it. "I-I think she went that way," Milo accounced shakily, stopping and pointing with a paw down a deep, dark hallway, which he could not see the end of. He shuddered. "I don't wanna go down there..." Jon snorted impatiently and scooped up the youngster by the scruff of his neck. "That's too bad," he muttered, padding off right down the hallway, making a quick jerking gesture with his head to signal that Estelle and Scout should follow, Milo squirming and whimpering like a little newborn puppy in protest all the while. --- "I like that plan." Trent smiled his approval to the doberman-pom mix, his own curled tail swishing with anticipation across the floor, kicking up a tiny plume of dust as he did. "It's good to meet you, Jinx. Especially now that we both have a common goal," he chuckled darkly. He hoisted himself to his paws, shaking his fur out a bit. "Why waste any time? We've spent most of our lives biding our time-- now's as good as ever. We can get down to... details... later." --- Speaking of Angel's offspring... "ARYA!! Stop that this instant!" "Aw, let her have a bit of fun, sis, she's not--" "It's improper, unladylike, vile, degenerate... unorthodox!" "...I didn't understand a word of what you said, Sansa." Bran flinched as his black-and-white spotted coat was splashed with muddy water. Arya had bounded ahead of them, jumping into all the mud puddles she could, making a mess of her cream-and-brown spotted fur and her siblings in the process. Not like she cared, though. In fact she quite enjoyed getting Sansa, always uptight and ladylike about every little thing, really upset by getting all dirty. Arya was a tomboy, through-and-through; just the opposite of Sansa, much to her extreme anguish. Bran didn't mind either way how dirty he got, as he didn't really go out of his way to make a mess (he prefered exploring to playing pretend), but he did have to admit Sansa's flustered, indignant face, spotted with little droplets of mud, did amuse him, and much to her dismay, he burst out laughing. " BRAN!" He stopped himself. "S-sorry..." Arya was now out of sight, heading straight for Villa DeVil, and Sansa was at the very end of her rope. Femme, who looked very much like Angel, only with the opposite ear erect and her dad's signature patched eye circling her right eye, stalked off in a huff, occasionally sniffing at the ground to re-trace her unruly sister's trail. Bran followed, still holding back laughter at his sister's now-soaked fur. "Arya, I swear, when I get my paws on you, I am going to beat your tail SO MANY TIMES...! Ooooohhhh, that little brat, where did she run off to?!" Bran approached the door of the manor. Intimidated though he was, he could smell Arya's musky, muddy scent coming from inside... and he had to admit, he was always curious. "I think she went in here, Sansa." Sansa groaned heavily when she saw this. "Oh for the love of... come on, Bran, let's go and get her. I hope she gets the life smacked out of her when Mom and Dad find out..." she muttered under her breath as she nudged her way through. Bran followed, uneasily, but still quite fascinated. He wondered, what exactly could be in here...?
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Post by Angel on Jun 3, 2012 2:26:43 GMT -5
"You guys are lifesavers." Scout hurried after Jon down the hallway, Estelle not far behind, and slipped past the dalmatian-mix to take the lead (this was his sister in question, after all). Not to his great surprise, the corridor, after passing innumerable doorways, ended in a stairway leading upwards, with Nova's scent evident on it. With a prolonged sigh of irritation, Scout scrambled up the stairs, leaving it up to Jon and Estelle - the latter of whom was peering at Milo curiously - to follow.
"Is he alright?" the dober-mix asked Jon, seeming somewhat concerned about the smaller pup's frantic whimpering and squirming.
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"Alright." There were times, Jinx thought, when human hands didn't seem like such a bad idea. If she'd had them, the part-doberman would have undoubtedly cracked her knuckles to show she was ready to get to it... with paws, it didn't really work. Instead, the female just stood, flexing her muscles as best she could, before padding out of the room and into the next one, motioning for her new sidekick to follow. Hopping up onto a pile of dusty of fashion magazines stacked percariously atop a wobby chair next to this room's window, Jinx pressed her muzzle to the filthy glass. Seemingly satisfied with what she'd seen, the dark-furred girl turned back to face Trent.
"Ace and Aria are almost here," she stated. No coincidence - it had been a stroke of luck on Jinx's part to overhear Flash complaining to her friend about her inability to deter Ace from his and Aria's plan to visit this old ruin which had brought her to the abandoned villa in the first place. "You think you can handle Ace?"
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"I dunno about this, Ace?" It would be blatantly unfair to call Aria a timid little thing, but she did have a reasonable sense of caution - moreso than her elder brother -, and staring up at the towering manor-house she had to admit to having second thoughts. The fact that it looked a little spooky wasn't enough to bother her, but... the building looked like it was practically a ruin. What if it fell down while they were inside? No-one but Flash knew where they were, and Ace had made her swear not to tell - if they got trapped there forever...?
Ace turned, fixing his little sister with his most exaggerated look of false patience. "C'mon, Aria, you can't back out now," he replied, his tone sounding - and Aria hated it - distinctly condescending, although the girl had a feeling that wasn't his intent. "Nothing's gonna hurt you in there - you're with me." Circling her, the male began to gently nudge Aria closer to the manor's doorway, and Aria scowled at her brother, her three paws slipping on the muddy ground
"Stop it!" she whined, raising one forepaw to push Ace away. A mistake on her part - the girl's two remaining paws shot out from underneath her, dumping her to her belly in the mud and splattering both herself and Ace with it. Looking incrediby guilty, Ace rushed to help his sister back up. "You know that always makes me fall," the younger pup complained, letting Ace help her back to her paws and guiltily enjoying the look on his face. Frowning at her muddy coat - she wasn't like Aunt Collette, sure, but there were still limits to just how dirty Aria was comfortable with getting, and she'd just shot past them - the pup's head suddenly shot upwards, her ears twitching.
"Did you hear that?" she asked, cutting off Ace's awkward apology, her gaze alighting on the tail vanishing through the manor doorway, whose owner she'd been too preocupied to notice before now. "There's someone else there..."
Ace seemed to instantly forget that he'd been trying to apologise for something. "Hey! You there!" he called out, bounding after Bran and vanishing through the doorway after the other pups, leaving Aria to limp after him.
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Post by Mo on Jun 9, 2012 13:29:40 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah. He's just a wuss," Jon explained tautly to Estelle, voice muffled through fur. Milo gave him a sour glare in response but it wasn't noticed. Jon carried on after Scout, pawsteps overtaken by an ominous creaking as the floorboards sagged under his weight. He hoped nothing caved in underneath him...
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Trent gave Jinx a sideways glance, put off a bit. "Ace...?" He scratched behidn his ear with his front paw a little sheepishly. "Couldn't say, as I don't know him. The other males in my "family" were Jon, Robb, Rickon, and Bran... didn't know she had even MORE somewhere. What a slut." He nodded slowly however, frown now turning into a grin. "But I think I can figure him out."
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"Huh?" Bran turned and saw a strange sight. There were two dogs coming toward him now... the male of the two looked a bit like him, and the female looked the slightest bit like Arya. He could only sit there gawking for a minute at them, but finally he said, "...who are you guys...?" "Bran! Hurry up!" Sansa called from inside. "Um... I-I gotta go," he muttered before standing up. Before he left hwoever he said, "We're trying to find my sister. You wanna help?"
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Post by Angel on Jun 10, 2012 3:46:41 GMT -5
Jinx gave him an odd look, one eyebrow raised in a way that plainly asked what the hell Trent thought he was talking about. "I make it my business to know who all of mommy's kids are," she stated tautly, watching as the pair of pups disappeared from sight into the manor, "an' I know I've never heard of them. Last I knew, Patch was the only other guy she'd got with; whose are those supposed to have been?"
If Trent had an immediate answer, however, it was lost as the room's opposite door was flung wide open, knocking the pile of practically anything and everything that had been stacked behind it onto the floor with an excessively loud clatter. The dark-furred female didn't even have to turn around to know who it was had just made her entrance, especially when Nova's voice bellowed from behind her "Jinx! I'm not going to let you get away with... uh... whatever you're doing!"
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"Bloody f***ing shit!" Scout swore again as the shout reached his ears, and picked up his pace, leaping up the stairs three or four at a time and leaving his companions behind. If Nova got herself mauled by Jinx, he was sure dad would skin him alive for letting that happen, and as much as he'd LOVE to see the dober-mix put his obnoxious little sister in her place, Scout was rather too attatched to his fur to risk it.
Estelle raised an eyebrow at Jon and Milo, far too preoccupied to notice the creaking floor beneath their paws. "Sounds like we found her," she observed dryly.
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"Sure, why not?" Ace was quick to reply, his fluffy tail whipping at the air behind him. Maybe he didn't have the slightest clue who these pups were, but that was hardly going to stop Ace. He glanced back over his shoulder hoping Aria would agree - and saw that his sister was still limping slowly across the muddy yard, at times only barely managing to keep from slipping onto her belly again, and Ace silently winced. He almost always managed to forget that his sister wasn't as steady on her feet as the rest of his siblings due to only having three of them. Turning back to Bran, Ace, too, was struck by the similarities between their appearances.
"Hey, you look kind of familiar," he stated casually, as Aria finally reached them and gave her brother a nasty glare, which he entirely failed to notice. "I mean kinda... like me," he frowned, squinting at the lookalike male, before shrugging it off. "Wow, some coincidence." Now, he turned to Aria, who had sat to her rear and was trying to wipe some of the mud off her coat, with little real success. "We're helping this guy find his sister," he told her, turning to follow Bran without waiting for the younger pup's response. Aria could only sigh, giving up on her coat - it wasn't as though she cared too much if it was muddy or not, anyway - and get back to her paws and follow her brother.
"What's this sister of yours called, anyway?" she asked Bran, trotting awkwardly on her three paws to keep up with the two males.
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Post by Mo on Jun 11, 2012 18:30:47 GMT -5
"Well obviously you must have miscounted," Trent sniffed. "Because I know who is and isn't related to--" Before he could finish his thought, Nova came bursting in through the door. Trent could only stare bemusedly at her, eyes half-closed and an eyebrow lifted as if to say "you're kidding me, right?" However, when he heard Scout's violent cursing, he recoiled a bit. He turned to Jinx. "We need to go-- now."
At this moment, however, Jon had climbed his way up the stairs, Milo still in toll, after Scout. He met Scout at the top of the stairwell and could only gape at the sight that lay before him... dropping Milo right on his backside with a little squeak akin to that of a chew toy in the process. "Trent?! What're you doing?!" Jon cried. "We need to get out of here and go home!" Trent just stared with a sly grin at him. He said nothing, just gave a little nod to Jinx, allowing her to explain exactly what they were doing.
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"Great! Just follow me, my other sister's gonna have a fit if I don't hurry up and get to her." He pondered Ace's statement a bit and just nodded slowly in response. He let Aria catch up and let Ace explain their situation, then proceeded to turn around, flipping his tail to signify that he wanted him to follow them. "Oh right-- her name's Arya," he answered quickly to Aria.
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