(no subject)

[realitymods]

[Sitting on the plane is what appears to be a very large animal, something similar to a wolf, but not quite - after all, wolves don't have golden fur in the shape of an ankh (and on the chest, for those wondering), nor do they have large Anubis-like ears. That's just silly. Its fur, other than the gold, is mostly brown, black on the back, with white ears, and a grime-y sort of green belly. A single silver triangle is under each eye.

Spread out in front of it are 78 face down cards, and next to it is a sign that simply reads 'CHOOSE A CARD'.]

Comments

[realitymods]

[He totally wags his tail.] I am a fine lookin' guy, aren't I? The ladies oughta be lining up to get a piece of this.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[he's startled for a moment, and then he laughs] You can talk! Fantastic. What's your name?

[realitymods]

Indeed I can! And the name is Derogative.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you Derogative, I'm the Doctor! [pets him more] What's the story with these cards here?

[realitymods]

No idea, Doctor. I was just told that I needed to do it, and who am I to say no?

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[frowns] Who told you, if you don't mind me asking?

[realitymods]

It was a note. Unsigned. I'm not too good at identifying handwriting. [He rolls his eyes the best way he can.] I can spot a fly from over a mile away, but can't figure out who's handwriting belongs to who. Amazing.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[chuckles] Maybe you're a bit farsighted?

[realitymods]

No, no, I just never really ever have had use for writing.

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Makes sense. Might as well choose a card, then - suppose it couldn't hurt. [and with that, he crouches down and picks a card]