9th Fight

[soulless_soldier]

Barton's in the park today. This isn't unusual, generally, except for two things. One, there's a dog with her. A German Shepard to be exact. It looks friendly and playful, and it's also blue. Yep, totally blue. The other odd things is, that to people who know her, Barton is smiling and obviously enjoying playing with her new pet. The dog really seems to like her, too. The usually line-faced, monotone teen is having a good time, it seems. It's a subdued happy, but happy nonetheless.

She's playing fetch with the dog currently, and it's keeping up well. Barton seems to have one hell of a throw, too. The ball sails much further than it seems like it should. Barton is very practical about her telekinesis.

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Later, Barton will be bringing her dog home. Barton finally picking a pet might not be a surprise to them as she had built a doghouse herself awhile ago. But she'll still let them know she brought one home. Barton doesn't have the best manners but she figured it's good for them to know.

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[park]

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

[That is a dog.]

[And it is blue.]

[Lancer has found his spirit animal. 8|]

[So he'll just be watching with a slightly goofy smile on his face.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton will raise an eyebrow at him.] Ya need somethin'?

[riastrad-ridire.livejournal.com]

Nah, not really. Guess I was just interested by your little friend there.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Oh. I just got him the other day. Someone in town made him with magic, if ya can believe that.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[It's...it's a doggeh.

Mika, who is usually immune to canine charms, has to smile at seeing them playing together. While she doesn't know either of them, it's a very refreshing sight. Huffing in amusement, she leans on her cane as she watches them, her tail wagging.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[The ball bounces off a tree, and rolls Mika's way. There's a big blue dog coming your way. WHAT DO.]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[ > Scoop up ball and throw it as hard as she can!

Obviously this is the best answer.

She even tries to send it back Barton's way, the hint of a grin making her fangs glint.]

Well? Go get it!

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

[Hawke is playing fetch with her own doggie! Except she's not doing it with a ball or a stick -- the dog seems to prefer what seems to be the leg of a coffee table instead.

She spots Barton out of the corner of her eye. Hey, cool, another dog lover! She tosses the table leg for her hound to retrieve, then turns to watch the other woman, impressed with her throw.]

Good arm you've got there.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[the dog brings the ball back to Barton, who looks up at Hawke. She smirks a little.]

I can throw pretty good, but I am cheatin' a little today.

[She tosses the ball up a few inches, and it hovers above her hand. Her pooch looks excited, so she grabs it again, and throws it.]

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

A mage? I should have known. Cheaters, the lot of you.

[Her own doggie returns with the table leg, which she takes from him before scratching his ears. As she does so, she watches Barton's dog go off, squinting.]

Your dog is blue.

[demonoaths.livejournal.com]

[Mao, having just finished practicing with his sword, is now watching Barton and her dog with an interested expression on his face.

It's quickly wiped off when the ball hits him. On the head.]

Watch where you're throwing that!

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Erk. Well, it's not heavy, at least.]

Ya oughta pay more attention. Didn't see ya there.

[The big dog bounds over though, picks up the ball and brings it over to Mao. Surely he wants to play too!]

[demonoaths.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Like I wasn't so obvious.

[He wasn't, exactly. He gives the dog a wary glance before leaning against a tree.]

Anyway, what are you doing here?

[buffyspeaks.livejournal.com]

Nice... dog... girl.

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Certainly breaks the monotony of this place. Always a good thing.


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[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Sure stands out in a crowd, don't he. A blue dog ain't what I had in mind, but he's good anyway.

[buffyspeaks.livejournal.com]

Looks like a loyal dog too, so the color is really not important.

Does he have a name?

at the park~

[toomanly.livejournal.com]

[ Watching as the ball lands off course and rolls up to his feet, he glances back up and--

oh. That.. would be a blue dog. ] I think your dog's gotten into the finger paints.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton smirks a little.] Looks like it, huh? He was made with some kinda weird magic, so apparently that makes him become blue. People in this town can do anythin', I swear.

[toomanly.livejournal.com]

He was made with magic? And here I thought enough dogs were made the natural way.

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

[What's this about blue dogs? There just happens to be two of them in the park? Well, isn't that a crazy coincidence!]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Yes. Yes it is. Barton's dog will come over to say hi, while Barton herself blinks in surprise.]

Huh. Wonder if you're another one of Clod's.

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

[After some excited sniffing and tail-wagging, the other dog plops down and looks Barton right in the eye.]

Never heard of him, sorry!

Home

[doofenstrudel]

[While surveying the property for his OWN construction plans, Doof does notice the doghouse. And doesn't think too much of it because many houses seem to have one, dog-containing or not...

Then he notices the blue dog associated with it, and is befuddled.]

What in the...?

I did not drink the milk today, but...

Well hello! Who're you, pup?

[He leans forward, cautiously, to have a better look at it.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[It's a big dog, but he seems friendly enough. He comes out of the dog house to greet Doof, tail wagging. Barton comes out of the house now, carrying a water dish. The dog is very excited to see her again.]

Um. He's friendly, he won't bite or nothin'.

[doofenstrudel]

Oh. He's yours?

[Heinz is still hesitant.]

He's... blue. Where did you get a blue dog? In the mail? They really shouldn't be mailing dogs.

[...eh, he never cared that much for dogs, anyway. He rises from his lean forward, and stuffs his hands into his pockets.]