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New Dog on the Block [Erin/Open]
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Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 18, 2019 8:58:05 GMT
Things had gone dark after she had fallen off her bike- It only made sense, given the fall. For awhile all she could feel was a throbbing pain in her head, but though she was supposed to be unconscious she was still strangely aware. When the pain went away, she was understandably panicked. And when she woke up in an unknown place, the feeling was amplified. Arakan tried to spring to her feet, but something was very different from before. Making the motion to spring to two feet while she had four.. technical feet, she just sort of caused herself to flop down on her stomach.
Keeping calm was a little bit hard when you were suddenly a whole lot shorter and had four legs. So she did the only thing she could really think to do in this moment of panic and that was make really loud noises and run around. It probably didn't make her or anyone else's situation better by doing this, though maybe others could get a kick out of this oddly colored Plotmon running around the woods barking and swearing. This had to be just a really weird fever dream, but it felt too real. Yeah, she passed out but there was just blackness. How does it go from blackness to this, without Arakan losing awareness at some point between? It just made no sense. She didn't like it, so she did the typical dog thing and just kept on yowling.
Eventually she would just tucker herself out and flop down again, heaving and panting. Why was she panicking so much? Normally she would be rational enough to stop and think, it wasn't as if the first time she had been lost. The reaction she had just felt like instinct. She was acting like a puppy might, calling out for help in the one way it knew how. "You gotta be kidding me." She thought outloud, breathlessly. This confirmed she could still talk, which was really odd. What kind of weird dog needed to talk?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2019 9:30:17 GMT
After concluding the conclusion of conclusions that this, was in fact, not Japan. Erin's crazy brain came to the sanest idea yet; he'd gone bloody insane. Because this clearly wasn't japan - hell this didn't remind him of anywhere on earth and it sure as hell didn't seem like someone had kidnapped him in his sleep and posted him somewhere - that like complete and utter nonsense - this entire situation seemed like clear nonsense. And that meant a lot, coming from him, all of things.
And the worst of it? He had no idea how or why he was here! Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was doing before this! It all is just a complete, blank slate in his mind! Not that this was the end of the world - oh no! No! No! Erin was very excited to be dropped into a place he'd never seen before - very much so! But he was just rather unsure what to do with himself and uh, where to go really. He was very lost, not something he'd ever admit thought. Now all he had to do was find out what was going on - yeah? Easy enough - should be something around this plane of grass and trees.
Erin had been sitting and thinking in a rather, unique, position, sitting upside down, head on the dirt while he's legged endlessly whirled away like he was on an invisible upside down bicycle or something. This, was his thinking position, clearly - duh!
He'd been chewing on one of his many stolen pens, trying to figure what the heck was happening as he draw a map (rather) poorly on a notebook in front of him, while upside own. Easy, yeah? Then he heard something - oh? - a bark! He'd grin, placing his pen in his hair and legs down and bending himself into a weird, handstand, spider-like position almost. The feral little boy would horror-movie style move towards the noise and soon find himself with uh... Well... It was just a dog??? Like he expected??
He'd roll himself back into a more, usual shape, and soon stand up, not caring to dust himself off as he pulled his pen back out of his mess of hair. He'd kneel down at Arakan and tilt his head at her. Geez, well, while this may be a dog, it sure as hell one weird dog. He'd kinda just prod her with his pen. "Well, and here I was thinkin' something cool would happen in this weird fantasy lookin' world."
"If I am going crazy, this type of crazy sucks!"
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Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 18, 2019 10:24:36 GMT
Thankfully, Arakan didn't have to witness Erin creeping through the woods like something out of the Grudge. Whatever movement she had heard, she attributed to it being the fact she was in the woods. Movement just happened, and whatever new instincts she had didn't feel like alerting her to danger so she just laid there. Trying to think clearly of a way to approach this whole situation. Zipping around and barking her head off obviously wasn't a way to go, but what else she could do? Finding people came to mind but then what? She was a dog, a weird talking dog. Who knows how how someone might react to that- she could be taken off to a lab, or worse.
Her thinking would be interrupted, as while she was distracted going through every possible scenario she could conjure up, she had been poked. The simple poke was enough to startle her harshly, making her co medically launch off the ground and then land back down this time on her back. Looking upside down at the boy who had decided it was a good idea to just poke random forest creatures. Granted she wasn't actually a forest creature, but still. It was a little rude.
"You would have to be crazy to go poking animals like that! What if I were a bear? Would you fricking poke a bear with your pen?" Arakan barked, rolling back upright and planting herself firmly. Her little tail sticking up while she continued to bark and scold Erin for a good while before she sort of paused, as a realization came to her. Firstly, she had forgotten why she was so angry and defensive over something admittedly minor. Second, this crazy kid was talking to themselves- but what they said had caught her interest.
"What are you going on about?" She narrowed her eyes at Erin, speaking more calmly but it was hard to really fight against these new defensive instincts. Honestly she felt like she was going crazy, if she weren't there already.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2019 2:40:36 GMT
Erin's eyes would widen with excitement, his face full of curiosity and maybe a little bit of a more sinister intent behind it. He'd kneel down again as he crawled around the dog, his head tilting at an almost inhumane 180 as he did. "Well, tell me, do most dogs you know talk? Do most bears you know talk? Do most animal you see randomly around the woods bloody talk? Would you want to investigate an animal you never could talk if it could in fact actually talk?!" He'd questioned with a Cheshire Cat grin.
"Though." He'd pause, laying down on the ground. "Where I come from animals don't actually talk - but hey? Oh who knows! Maybe animals do talk?! Hell maybe wherever the hell this is animals talk and humans are the pets!"[/font] Erin would ramble to, Arakan? Himself? Anybody? "Cause this place sure as hell isn't Japan!"
"Or! Or!" He'd jump up, tapping his half chewed pen on the side of his face. "I've eaten something, and I'm just like, tripping balls right now, which would be just as wild yo..." He'd pause again, before attempting to swat at nothing. "Am I high? This is a whackass fever dream? Am I dead? Can dogs actually talk??? We will never now..."
...Okay who is he actually talking to?
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Post by Arakan Himura on Jun 19, 2019 3:17:09 GMT
"If an animal were to talk, I would check my own sanity before checking the animal out.." Arakan growled, mainly out of defensive instincts alerting her to potential danger. Though without that influencing her, this situation was still quite annoying. Normally she might handle it better, but in this form she felt ready to snap at Erin for his odd behavior. Though when Japan was mentioned, her stance changed. "Then you're from Japan too!" She stated, as if a matter of fact with her eyes wide.
Though when Erin continued to speak she quickly lost her patience, again. The Plotmon made an irritated and impatient expression at the boy before letting out an indignant huff. "Earth to weirdo? Maybe you wouldn't be seeing things if you stopped eating strange plants and chewing on your pen.." She tried to get his attention, though at this point it seemed like Erin had gone off to his own little world.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2019 12:09:44 GMT
"Yeah well, right now you are an animal, and your talking, which, can I say is wild when you put that and your statement together." He laughed, sticking his pen back in his mess of hair. He cared very little for her threats, or maybe he couldn't really tell that they weren't meant to be threats, either way he wasn't leaving her personal space alone anytime soon. This was a goddamn talking dog right in front of him, and he was taking every advantage of that alright. He couldn't help but tilt his head as she mentioned she was from Japan as well?! - What in the name???
"You..." He paused for a second, tapping the side of his head. "..From Japan?! Well shit! I never knew they had talking dogs in Japan!" You'd think he'd been saying that sarcastically, but he honest seemed to genuine here. "This is so amazing!" He'd exclaim.
"Well how will I learn from my results if I never try anything?" He'd question her. "You can only come to know what things do but trying them! Duh!" He said it to her like well, it something normal people would do. Or least in Erin's eyes, and his option didn't tend to mesh well with everyone. "Besides, if you are nothing more then a figure of my imagination, then your opinion matters like, jackshit to me, hahaha!"
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Post by Arakan Himura on Jul 2, 2019 20:57:52 GMT
"But I'm not a figment of your imagination! Ugghh.." The Plotmon groaned and then just sort of flopped onto the grass. The situation seemed more than a little hopeless. "Okay so.. Suppose I am an actual animal, I wasn't before. Even someone as crazy as you might find it hard to believe I was a human, but what would I have to gain from lying about that?" Arakan sort of barked, though being a Plotmon it would be better described as a yap.
"I'm pretty sure there are no actual talking dogs from Japan, except for me I guess. It really sucks, I want my two legs and opposable thumbs back." She grumbled, furrowing her brow. They might not get much help out of Erin, but they could at least take this opportunity to groan and complain about the ridiculousness and unfairness of this entire situation.
"Even if I did still have my phone, I don't have service.. Is there even a signal out here? Where is this place? Nothing makes sense."
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