A Soldier and a smol pup

[heavenlyhonour]

Angeal landed in a fountain and fortunately found an odd change of clothes in his new 'apartment' while his dried. And he did try his best to keep up with that gnome guy or whoever handed him the blue satchel and took off. But it scurried under some fallen tree trunks and even with his heightened senses and enhanced physical abilities, the First Class couldn't seem to keep up and it frustratingly disappeared out of sight.

Where this place was and why he was here wasn't answered. Why he was back from the Lifestream had gone unanswered. Everything about this place made absolute zero sense. He could remember picking Zack up from the battlefield, and bringing him to the Lifestream. And he even touched his own back. No Buster sword there, he'd given that to Zack who gave it to Cloud.

And then he wandered with his thoughts tumbling over each other eventually he came to the park and found a small wooden bench. So he sat down and tried to figure this new place out. He's not quite sure what is going on or why he's back from the Lifestream. Nothing looks familiar and as he continued to sit there, his ears picked up the sound of a small whine.

Standing up, the First Class started to look around and finally located the sound coming from a very small ball of fur.

Turning to someone nearby, he shook his head. "Does he belong to you?"

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[soulsword]

With how long she'd been stuck in this place Illyana had gotten pretty good at recognizing new arrivals. Not that Recently she'd even made steps towards something really miraculous: trying to be helpful to them. Granted the 'steps' were just her telling herself she'd try to help the next newcomer she came across. That was about as generous as Illyana usually got towards non-teammates.

Today was different though! Today, she'd come across someone who clearly looked new and confused who had also seemingly found some sort of strange furball.

"That depends," she said with a tilt of her head. "Does it have horns?" Well, so much for trying to be helpful to a new arrival. "No, it doesn't. Looks like you've already made a new friend."

[blindpuppet]

Enis was sitting below a nearby tree, her eyes closed and her chin angled up towards the fading afternoon light. The days were getting longer and the bone-deep exhaustion was getting worse but she could at least make it out here to rest and wait for night.

The deep melodic voice caught her attention and she slowly opened her eyes to stare at the man sitting a few yards away. She didn't recognize him but she was sure that she'd remember a man with such prominent muscles. It was a stark contrast to her own slender lethal frame. Her vibrant blue eyes then lowered to the small ball of fluff that was somehow positioned perfectly between them.

Enis exhaled a slow sigh and leaned forward. "No. He isn't mine." She shifted and stood, grabbing the umbrella at her side and opening it above her head. "Perhaps he has a collar?" Safety protected from the waning sun, Enis knelt down and checked the puppy for any identification. She then looked up at the handsome stranger with a thoughtful glance.

She then scooped up the pup with one hand and walked over to Angeal. "How about it? Looks like he needs someone and you're handsome enough to be a father." Enis gently placed the puppy in his lap, happy to get the frail fluttering heartbeat away from her palm. It was eerie how well her senses picked these things up.

[monochromatically]

Mono was on his way between stops, his letter bag slung over one shoulder and the brim of his postman hat pulled low over his dark eyes. Not for shade or anything. It was simply a habit to keep his eyes obscured when there were a lot of people around. Yes, he’d come a long way from wearing a bag on his head, but he still did default to hats to hide behind when around the city. The question from the adult gets a small start. Was the man talking to him? This was not someone he recognized among the people of this city, and so he was even more of a stranger than most. Someone he hadn’t had a chance to follow around yet, to get a better idea of.

That meant the kid’s caution would be a little higher until he got to know the man better, unfortunately.

But… Well, he also wasn’t going to ignore a question. “Nope. I don’t got a dog, the people I live with got cats though.” He chirped back, tilting his head at the little fluffy creature. It kinda reminded him of the oversized moths in the Pale City you saw sometimes, fluffy and round. Just… This was a dog and so it was wingless. “Lots of people got dogs, though, but I think those people put name tags on their collars and stuff, so you know where you gotta take them when they’re lost.”

[kree_soldieress]

A person speaks up as Lauri-Ell, carrying a massive wooden crate propped on a single shoulder, was walking back toward the forge. She wasn't expecting it, but with the voice calling, she pauses. What she found was someone who was clearly a warrior, and with him a fluff ball.

"I have not seen this scentbeast before," she said, before pausing to correct herself. "Dog. They are called dogs."