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Who: Anyone
When: Day 109, evening
Where: Shrine room
What: a very very angry puppy

*there is a lot of screaming. Angry screaming. And what sounds like someone punching walls with his fists. If you come in, there is in fact a very very angry boy hitting walls. And screaming*

Fuck fuck fuck shit damn damn damn damn DAMMIT!! This wasn't how it was supposed to be! Damn you!!

*this might go on for a while*

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[leading the way up to the fourth floor balcony on the eastern side of the area, and unlocks the door of the first apartment: Alpha. There's not much inside: A couch, some basics for hunting and cooking, a pile of bones and hides in the corner, and the bedroom is just as spartan if you look through to where it is.]

(...it's like a pile of dog toys right there. Also that is more furniture than I've had my entire life, wow)

...doesn't seem too bad. What's the bones'n shit for?

It's from hunting. Probably end up tradin'em to the gods or other folks when I get sick of walkin' around'em.

Gods want bones?

[shrugs]

They take different things. Bones, hides, teeth, spines, ribs, intestines, poison sacs -- pretty much anything you can hunt's got a god that'll take some part of it.

...are the animals poison too?

Anything out there's poisonous to eat. The dragons and the snakes hunt with poison too though.

...fuck that shit. I gotta hunt for my food and I can't even bite it?

Yeah. Talk to the lady god. She might be able to help... [thinks, glancing over at him] If she bitches, let me know and I'll talk to her.

*grins*

Kay.

You got any skills besides bitin' and bein' loud?

[heading to the kitchen and getting the grill going -- yes there is a grill set up in the kitchen and it looks like that's where he does most of his cooking]

I can fight.

*answer? Nope*

Huh. [shrugs] Well, you might be useful hunting then if you don't poison yourself too fast.

*glares*

...I'm not that stupid.

[shrugs -- gets meat out of the fridge... starts putting some spices and stuff on it]

So tell me about your fightin'.

What do you mean? I punch shit and it gets hurt.

You just said bitin' earlier. [more attention on the food prep] How good are you?

Kick, hit, bite, whatever the fuck it takes.

*pauses, pats his waist, and then grins* Got my soul weapon too. Spear thing.

Haven't been beat yet. ...Not really. It doesn't count if I went back and kicked the guy's ass later.

Soul weapon?

Ah...

*steps away from anything that might be in the way and pulls out what looks like a cylinder with claws on either side*

This thing. *mutters a spell and two glowy rods spring from either side, transforming the cylinder nearly instantly into a black and silver double-headed spear with blood-red accents on the blades*

Huh. Useful, and better'n bitin' things out there. Oh... right. Whatever strength you had back home's probably cut in half.

...shit. How the hell is that fair?

[shrugs]

Didn't say it was. Some bullshit about gettin' us here and back in a body. Limits our ability to do stuff.

[tosses meat onto the grill]

...wait. Wait, so they block my strength and they still can't take off the damn collar?

Don't fuckin' ask me. Does it look like I sit down and have philosophical chats with them over tea or some shit?

	
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