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[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[On the Plane appears Jolyne running at a rather fast pace, clutching a small, somewhat disgruntled dog by the scruff of its neck. Along with this unusual sight is a large mess of sand beneath Jolyne's feet - apparently she's just been in a desert?

At the sudden change of scenery, however, she slows to a walk, then a stop, and lifts the dog to eye level.]

Alright, you. You're going to cooperate with me, or you're never seeing another piece of gum again.



(experiment start!)

Comments

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've ever heard that threat before, and I've heard and uttered a great number of threats in my millennium or so of experience.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Glances up] That's the only thing that seems to work with this guy.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

...Training issues? [Notes the sand.] In the desert?

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Dogs like gum? [This is news to him]

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Raises an eyebrow] Training? I wish. This little guy [She shakes the dog a bit for emphasis] can sense stuff we can't, and considering there's some sort of weird thing after us, he'd better damn well start helping out.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[The dog seems to grin.] This one does, anyway.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, a bit like truffle hunting. What sort of 'thing' exactly is he trying to help you find?

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Well he's seen stranger things] First time I've heard of something like that.

What's with all the sand?

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Some sort of water-based stand. This guy can tell where it is - and considering the thing practically blinded Kakyoin, I'm running out of patience.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'd never have thought it before I met this little guy. [She glances behind her at the trail of sand and shrugs.] Considering we've been in the desert for a while, it's not that weird for there to be sand, sand and more sand.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's a dog, and you're threatening it with bubblegum.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Snorts] I'm threatening not to give it any.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The subject of the threat is still what it is.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Oh, I already tried plenty of other threats. They didn't work.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

That does sound like it's dangerous. Do these 'stands' need a source to pull from? If it's water-based in a desert, you might be able to use that.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the user. But finding a stand user that doesn't want to be found isn't the easiest thing in the world. Not to mention the stand isn't about to let up so we can look, either.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I've come to believe your universe is completely mad.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

I'd go more with "fucked up," but hey. That works too.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

So it's acting independently, like a sort of familiar. But the user is in one location?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I try to avoid vulgarisms... sometimes--but the meaning is essentially accurate.

May I ask why you're threatening this dog?

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

That's what I figure, anyway. The user has to be close by, or they wouldn't be able to keep attacking us with their stand.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

He can tell where our current enemy is. Well, the stand anyway.

[The dog wriggles a bit] You're not getting anywhere near my hair, so don't even think about it. [And now the dog seems to be grinning]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Why would it want your hair?

May I see it?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I suppose given the way you're talking to that dog, it isn't going very well at the moment.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Glares at the dog] Because he chewed on Polnareff's hair almost as soon as he was off the helicopter.

[Shrug] Sure. Just be careful. He's really crude.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Yeaaaah, we're down a helicopter, two guys from the Speedwagon Foundation, a jeep, and I'm not even sure Kakyoin will keep his eyesight.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, rather strong. I hope your friend will keep his eyesight, though. I'd offer to help but I wouldn't know how to trace a Stand even if I could come there.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Thanks anyway.

[She glares at the dog, who grins back... and farts. Loudly.] AUGH! You stupid mutt!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Unless he starts making jokes about my Loom-tender, I think I'll be fine.

[takes the dog, then pulls]

You realise that I'm entirely capable of dissecting it and extracting whatever capacities it may possess? I could translate them into a simple code and voila! No need for a dog. And I've always loved vivisection sans anaesthetic.

Of course, I could go with the good old Dalek method of putting a brain-drain over its head and drawing the information out. Remarkably useful. I remember back in the days of the mind probe, we used to do that all the time. Then Romana had to ban it because she has principles. I don't, and I've heard enough shouts of, 'No, not the mind probe!' to know that it hurts a very great deal.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Er. [Okay, she may not like the dog all *that* much, but none of those things sound overly pleasant.] Gramps probably wants to keep this guy alive and, y'know, not vegetating. Well, that and he'd probably attack with his stand if you tried anything.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's hard to scare a thing into obedience when you say its life is invaluable out loud.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Trust me. Iggy wouldn't be obedient if his life depended on it. ...which it kinda does, so you get my point.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[sighs]

Then take it back.