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Distinctive VoiceShe wasn't willing to order food at a place she's never heard about, especially since she had found about this site called Yelp. Though given the line and the fact that the hobdog allegedly appreciated the food, it couldn't be bad. Wait, didn't Americans serve hot-dogs? Hot dogs. Suddenly the mood shifted, and she decided that the place needed more scrutiny. Alas, she couldn't put her finger on it.
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Dreaming, Cloak of the ElementsSonnie tapped a finger against her lips in thought, musing over what the cafe clerk had said. The possibility that Boy had bitten someone only added to the urgency of their quest. Hobs didn't play by human rules, especially hedgebeasts.
"Well, that sucks. Hope the kid is gonna be okay. Usually..." then a thought struck her, and Sonnie was worried.
"Um, thanks. We'll be sure to keep an eye out for these hounds." She smiled and paid for the muffin she ordered, and once she had it, the Beast went back outside. There, she waited for the other changelings to join her.
Once everyone else was outside with her, and away from prying ears, Sonnie related her concern.
"Dog bites a human, it's usually policy to capture the dog for rabies testing. And that involved killing the dog. If Boy bit that kid, he's looking at death row. We gotta find him fast!"
She focused inwardly, closing her eyes a second, channeling Glamour through her body and into her eyes, ears, and nose, sharpening them tenfold. Suffusing it across her skin to make it more sensitive. When her eyes opened, the Steepscrambler quickly began scanning for signs of the hob dog.
However, the increased sensory input was a bit overwhelming at first, and she didn't notice anything in the cacophony of noise, smells and images that assaulted her.
Sonnie gains +4 dice to all Wits-based perception rolls for the next full scene. Monkeys aren't known for any one particularly keen sense.
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Distinctive VoiceShe nods. Although, unlike Sonnie's, the object of her worry is entirely human. Just like them, if faced with dangers the hobs could enter the hedge, besides, not enough time had passed for the hob to forget its nature. It was the poor poor chap who'd gotten himself tangled with this mess, the one who was risking the most.
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Money exchanges hands and baked goods are pushed forward, nice packaging and napkins. All the napkins are set into the paper take away bags.
"For a few months...longer? I dunno. We're used to some strays, normally they don't come to close. Unless they're not long term strays y'know? Now it's like, I dunno. They're smarter? They hit up the cafe's and other shops in a circuit. I know, weird right, but after The Bite, when we made sure to get animal control involved, 'cause fuckin' yeah, right, they're like. Patrolling. The dogs, they're goin' to place to place in a different pattern. Got used to the old one, coulda told you down to the minute they'd hit up this place a few weeks ago. Now, not so much.
"There's some protesters not wantin' to let the dogs get put down, but...that kid lost like....most of her ear." the clerk whispers, eyes sweeping the place and leaning close. Though with the nature of rumour, this could be an exaggeration, or, considering the nature of the denizens of the Hedge, it could not be.
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New IdentityThe whispers about the cafe don't go unnoticed by the Wizened. Even despite his disappointment at the lack of booze.
Still, he keeps his attention focused on the teen behind the register. The pimply barista is offering some interesting information.
The garden gnome leans in a little closer after the money and baked goods change hands, "That's rough. Did the animal control folks ever find the culprit?
He pauses to think for a minute. "And protestors, huh?" he asks. "They leave a flyer or anything for their protest?"
Because maybe, if green peace is trying to save these hell hounds, they'll have some idea where these mutts are.
Sorry for the delay in posting! Things have kind of split here with Sonnie going outside, but Reed had a couple more questions. He'll head out to meet the others after the cafe worker replies.
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"They say the have." says the clerk, with a shrug. "But we still got the sign up. We're still hearing about more dogs. So." a shrug. Turning to the next in line and taking their order. After a moment, "Nah, don't have a flyer, but they wanna get signatures, and protest the animal control building. Apparently the dog didn't do nothing bad, kid's at fault." there's an eye roll. Moving onto another customer, then another.
The Lost, with their sugary confections find a table in the sun, a umbrella angled wrong to block out the oppressive Summer rays. Though the breeze coming through reminds all that Autumn was swiftly closing in.
They find the previous occupants trash on the table, and wary others watching the street as they eat and drink. Talking, in a dull murmur.
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Mantle Dreaming, Cloak of the ElementsAfter shaking her head to clear it, Sonnie retrained her senses and tried again to find out if she could see, hear or smell some sort of clues in the local area. Would she maintain focus this time, or would the fates make a headache of themselves again? "Where is you, lil' doggie?" she said softly.
It would seem she was lucky enough not to blind herself by looking into the sun this time around.
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New IdentityReed gets back to the table, looking distinctly grumpy. Its the lack of booze. He grumbles a bit unintelligibly, squinting in the sun.
Well, way I see it, we got three options. He holds up three long, gnarled and brown fingers. One: Keep looking for these mutts on our lonesome. Something Sonnie is already on top of it seems. Two: talk to animal control. Kid at the counter says theyve already taken some dogs in. He swats at a fly lazily, looking annoyed. Or three: we look up these protestors. See if they have any idea where we can find junior.
With that, the garden gnome shuts up. Eyes settling on Sonnie as she talks softly to herself.
A beer. Just a beer. Is that too much to ask?
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Sonnie sees what she expects to see, wary eyes and forced cheer. Beyond that, each trash can had a heavy lid. Besides the trash left on their table, no one else seems to have left anything for nature to claim. In fact someone one table over, was in the motions of standing eyes fixed on the wax paper and the leftover half of bagel. Frozen in that half way point of standing and sitting, the man coughs and returns to his seat.
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