As the bathtub slowly fills with water set to a satisfactory temperature, Lucas finally comes to terms with the fact that he has to actually stop holding the dog. He slowly crouches down, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the large white tub.
"All right buddy, down you go." As Lucas lowers the pup onto the bathroom's white tile floor, the dog's scrappy tail is happily wagging away while he looks up at Lucas.
Once all four of his little paws are firmly on the ground, Lucas finally releases him and leans back a bit. With the clean white tiles serving as his background in the well-lit bathroom, the dog's filthy state is even clearer than ever.
"Sheesh, you're all limbs. You've gotta have more than just a little Greyhound in ya. Eh, good, you and Jon should have fun zooming around together." As Lucas continues speaking to the pup in front of him, the dog tilts his head a bit, still firmly biting onto the toy that is larger than his head.
[Not that you've said anything to be worried about, but do keep in mind that you are planning on bringing him to a supervillain that can speak with him.]
'Mmm, and I can ask Dan to ask him about the bastard that ditched him in an alley. I'll happily go punch the jerk in the face for him.'
[...I'm fairly certain that vigilante justice on behalf of a stray dog would cause a GDV penalty.]
'Yeah, yeah, yeah.'
While Lucas is occupied with talking to 427, the dog has walked over to the edge of the tub next to Lucas. He stands up on his hind legs to get a good look into the tub that is about one-third of the way full of water. With a burst of high-energy tail-wagging, he goes back over to stand directly in front of Lucas. Rearing up on his hind legs again, he headbutts Lucas in the stomach and drops the toy on his lap. After backing up again, he sits down on his butt a small distance in front of Lucas. Between how rapidly his scrawny tail is wagging and the small prancing steps of his front paws, it's pretty clear he's excited for bath time.
As Lucas snaps back to reality from the pup's actions, he can't help grinning at the dog, reaching forward to rub his ears a bit.
"Well, seems I don't have to worry about you not likin' water, eh?" While Lucas is saying this as he stands up, Jonathan has entered the bathroom. He's carrying a stack of towels in his recently washed hands as well as the dog shampoo bottle and an empty large plastic cup.
"Huh? Oh, good. Geeze, he really is filthy." Once Jonathan also gets a good look at the pupper in the bright environment, he does a bit of a double-take. After setting what he's carrying on the vanity counter, Jonathan does his best to step to the side to give Lucas room to move past. He is effectively silently declaring that Lucas should hurry up and get out of the way, he's got work to do.
The mutt looks at Jonathan for a moment, then turns his attention back to Lucas, prancing in place a few more times. Both humans present can't help laughing at the cute display.
Lucas gets the hints from the two others and finally goes to leave the bathroom, with the Black Ash Snow chew toy of questionable legality in hand. After just a few steps past Jonathan, he stops and looks back at the almost-patiently waiting dog.
"Go on buddy, get in. Jon'll take care of ya." While Lucas can't resist talking to the dog, even though he doesn't expect him to understand, it turns out he does. Barely a second after Lucas finishes saying this, the pupper is up and over the edge of the tub, starting to splash around.
Now Lucas and Jonathan are both frozen in place, shocked.
"Um, did he just... Understand what you said?" Jonathan keeps looking alternately between Lucas and the playful dog that is rolling around in the water. Once he has finished asking his question, the pup stops for a moment and barks once, his narrow snoot sticking out over the edge of the tub pointing directly at him.
'!!??'
[Oh... Boss System never bothered working out configurations for getting a reliable read on animals, thanks to such variable standard physical conditions and whatnot. While I'm not aware of any confirmed cases of animals with superpowers, it's theoretically possible. Of course, a normal dog can understand an extent of human language but... That seemed fairly clear. There aren't any intelligence supervillains nearby, so if he's an abandoned experiment or escapee, he has traveled quite far.]
'Oh... My... GOD!!!'
Lucas dashes back over next to the tub, nearly bowling Jonathan over in the process and kneeling down while holding the edge of the tub.
"Hey, hey, how many fingers am I holding up?" With an immense amount of excitement in his voice, Lucas holds 2 fingers up over the edge of the tub. The dog stops his playful splashing and sits down while facing Lucas, his happily wagging tail noisily sloshing the water in the tub back and forth. Looking up at Lucas's hand while tilting his head, the dog barks twice at him.
Jonathan sucks in a sharp gasp, Lucas outright squeals like a schoolgirl.
"You're not just a good boy, you're a smart boy too!!!" Lucas is positively beside himself with sheer joy at this discovery. He excitedly smacks the edge of the tub a few times, quickly making a few alarming spiderweb cracks on its surface before realizing he should calm down.
He loudly clears his throat as he tries to compose himself, and he is even somewhat successful.
"Would you like to stay with us for a little while? I think you've been doing one bark for yes so far?" Lucas tentatively continues questioning the pup, Jonathan is just standing a few steps back and quietly watching, too stunned to give much of a reaction.
The mutt gives a single bark, waits a few moments, and then gives another single bark to indicate two separate answers.
Lucas makes an excited high-pitched noise in his throat, resisting the urge to smack the edge of the tub some more.
Jonathan's curiosity has completely surpassed his other emotions so he has come over, closed the lid on the toilet, and sat down on it while also facing the dog in the tub.
"Do you, um, do you know who Black Ash Snow is?" As Jonathan falteringly asks his own question, he points at the chew toy that is still being held by Lucas. Getting a single bark in reply, he continues. "Have, have you met him before?"
This time, he gets two barks in response. Strangely enough, this makes Lucas and Jonathan even more excited.
"Would you like to? Then we could talk for a bit?" When Lucas asks this, the pup stands up, his high-speed tail-wagging spraying water around as he gives the loudest bark yet.
"Alright, great, we totally can! Me and Jon have a few things we need to do first, but we can go visit him tomorrow... Like lunchtime? Oh, we should think about what to talk about, we can't expect him to just translate everything for us. We're probably pushing it by just asking him to do it in the first place… Heheh." While Lucas has a huge grin while planning out the adjusted itinerary, the dog spins in a small circle, hops, and then paws at the still-running water spout.
In their excitement, the tub is now a bit more filled up than they probably should have gone for.
"Oh shit, sorry." Lucas reaches over and turns off the spout, then hesitates a bit. "All right, you probably want to actually get that bath, huh? Eh, it still makes more sense for Jon to do it instead of me… Bah, I'll go start that laundry. We'll have plenty of time to talk later, yeah?" As Lucas regretfully makes the logical choice, he gets up to leave again.
The dog barks up at him, once he has Lucas's attention he sticks his nose in the water briefly and then lifts his head, licking the air.
"Oh, something to drink? Yeah, I wouldn't want to drink what you're standing in either. Gimme a minute, I'll get you some." Now that Lucas has a dog-related mission, he stops dragging his feet so much as he finally leaves the bathroom.
Jonathan watches Lucas's retreating back and sighs softly, shaking his head. Chuckling a bit, he brings out Mr. Quacks to keep them company through bathtime.
Once he's all ready to go, he grabs the dog shampoo bottle and cup he had prepared and gets to work.
"And here I thought he was spoiling me too much…" Jonathan mutters to himself as he starts lathering up some shampoo, the dog quietly barks at him in response, twice.
Greatly amused, Jonathan's smile grows even brighter as begins providing a deep-cleaning service for the cooperative doggo before him.
Before very long, Lucas has come back with a chilled water bottle, a room temperature water bottle, and a wide, shallow bowl. He sets the two bottles on the edge of the tub, pointing at them in order.
"This one was in the fridge, this one is just room temperature, which would you like?" As Lucas asks, the dog sits quietly for a few moments, clearly debating its preference. When he finally comes to a decision, he pokes the chilled bottle with his nose.
Lucas chuckles a bit as he opens it up and pours some in a bowl, holding it so that the mutt can drink his fill without getting any soap or bath water in it.
"Oh yeah, you want anything to drink Jon?" When Lucas absentmindedly asks this, Jonathan bursts out laughing.
"I'll, heh, I'll just take the other bottle, thanks. Could you um, could you put it on the counter, for now though?" As Jonathan responds, Lucas simply nods, still watching to see if the doggo is satisfied yet.
Once the pupper has had his fill of water, Lucas begrudgingly goes about being a responsible adult, constantly checking in on them to see if the dog needs anything, oh, or Jonathan.
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Lucas kills this chapter: 0
Lucas total kills: 6
Lucas deaths this chapter: 0
Lucas total deaths: 10
Lucas current GDV: 5.75 (+.01 +.01 = +.02 net change)
Jonathan kills this chapter: 0
Jonathan total kills: 4
Jonathan deaths this chapter: 0
Jonathan total deaths: 2
Jonathan current GDV: 1.55 (+.01 net change)
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Little character theater:
Jonathan, managing to get shampoo bubbles all over himself even though the pup was 100% cooperative: Eheh, oops.
Lucas, after putting one (1) single de-tagged shirt into the washer: Hey, you guys good?
Soapy pupper, happy as can be: Bark!
427 continues to be rendered silent by Lucas's behavior.
Author, quietly, so Lucas can't actually hear: You know, the dog is actually smarter than you are Lucas...
Mr. Quacks, happy to have screen time again: Quack!
Very slowly, Lucas has finished painstakingly removing each and every tag from everything they brought home and putting all of the relevant things into the washer, as well as prepping it to run but leaving its door open.As Lucas plops down onto the patched-up sofa and starts channel surfing in order to distract himself, a clean and mostly dried-off dog darts out of the bathroom to roll around on the wall-to-wall carpeting of the living room, kicking his legs happily into the air. Jonathan's laughing can be heard from the bathroom for a few seconds before he shuts the door.Lucas is so delighted by the sight, he drops the TV remote he was previously holding right on the floor and gets up to run over and play with the dog. Unfortunately for 427, he has yet again released the mental pterodactyl-screech assault of happiness.
"Bah, whatever. It shouldn't be enough for anyone to be wary of us, yeah? No point worrying about it, I guess... Ugh, I really am creeped out knowing she was watching me like that though... Oh, er, thanks for cleaning up!" As Lucas looks at the TV one last time, he acknowledges Jonathan before running off to grab some towels and a change of clothes for himself. Once he has all of his selections, he goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.A slightly stunned Jonathan stands in place for a moment, staring at the recently shut bathroom door.[I'd say that while it isn't a good thing to get this kind of publicity right away, it shouldn't be too much of a threat. We're going to have to work on some villain-appropriate PR moves sooner than initially planned though.] "Okay fine, we'll clean the place up soon! Ugh, most of the stuff in the front room is probably junk anyway, we should be able to clear it out enough that you can have your own bedroom... Don't look at me like that! I'm not some hoarder or anything like that!" As Lucas caves under Jonathan's judgmental stare, he even feels like the dog is judging him too. Which he is."If that's not a hoarder, then what else do you call someone that keeps a room full of junk for no good reason?!" As Jonathan subconsciously channels the wrath of his mother that disowned him, Lucas can't help but sputter a bit."I'm just a... Lazy... Pack-rat... That really doesn't sound much better, does it..." As Lucas achieves enlightenment with this rare bout of introspection, he exhales a deep sigh.I'd Like to Change My Reincarnation Subscription, Please Ch42 - Top Dog
"All right, enough of that. Seriously though, we need to at least come up with a name, if nothing else. I was lookin' at some existing ones, seems the bar for naming is uh... Pretty low." After speaking just a few words, Lucas has already turned and started walking away from the bathroom. He doesn't even remotely bother to check if Jonathan is actually following or not.Once he makes it to the coffee table, Lucas grabs his laptop and goes over to plop down onto the patched-up sofa. As he settles in, he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table and pats the sofa cushion next to him a few times, encouraging the pup to come up and join him. Instead, he suddenly gains a Jonathan, who ends up picking up the pup to hold on his lap. Once the pupper is in place, he leans over to look at the laptop screen.'Yeah, one day is definite
With everyone turning their attention back on track, they don't make it very far into the list before Jonathan speaks up with a confused voice."Wait... Alliance of Salvation? What... What kind of supervillain team name is that?" While he does a double-take and asks this out loud, he furrows his brows to the point they're practically touching. On the other hand, Lucas bursts out laughing."Right!? I had the same thought when I first saw 'em, so I looked 'em up. Turns out they're mainly a drug cartel, specializin' in some seriously heavy stuff. Like, whatever that dude that was harassing you this morning was on type shit. So yeah, the name weirdly makes sense in context. I'm pretty sure that if their HQ burned down, they'd probably get the entire country high. ...And give everyone cancer or some shit too." As Lucas gives this
Continuing on with laughing their way through the exceedingly long list of supervillain organizations, another F name catches Lucas's eye.'Oh? Floralanche? Heh, sounds like they should be neighbors with Dan.'[They practically are. They're three buildings down the block from Faunahorde. As far as I am aware, the florist shop's owner Nightshade personally tends to the growth of all of the seeds, fruit, and various other vegetation that the miscellaneous inhabitants of Faunahorde consume.]'Oh, hey. They related or something?'[Not as far as I am aware.]'Huh.'"Um... Luca
While Jonathan is still having fun role-playing as a beam of happy sunlight, Lucas resumes scrolling through the absurdly long listing of supervillain organizations.Only a little further into the S section, Lucas bursts out laughing, bringing an abrupt end to Jonathan's LARPing session.As Jonathan's curiosity takes over, he looks at the inciting name, thinking for a brief moment before promptly joining in the laughter."How fuckin' petty do you have to be to name your organization 'Slaying Doom Flock'!? What did the boss of 'Doom Flock' do to you, bro!?" As Lucas manages to say this between bouts of laughter, he slaps his thigh as he leans forward for a moment.[It's a good thing you just got that endurance en
After a blissfully peaceful night of rest, Lucas is annoyed awake by a beam of sunshine sneaking through the gaps in his curtains. Trying to escape the offending daylight, he rolls over to his other side, keeping his eyes tightly shut.As he's trying to fall back asleep, after a few seconds he notices an odd smell. Not particularly strong or offensive, but uniquely different from anything he's woken up to before.Once curiosity overwhelms his desire to attempt catching additional zzz's, he slowly opens his eyes, freezing in place for a moment while his brain catches up to current events.He's instantly reminded that he no longer lives alone perforce of the sight before him. This view being that of a surprisingly large pair of fuzzy dark brown balls about 2 inches away
Lucas and Jonathan—dressed decently but nowhere near as fancy as yesterday—are most of the way to Cat’s Paw Cafe, pointedly not utilizing the stinky subway station to get there.‘Ya know, it’s been surprisingly peaceful, yeah? Though, not havin’ people gawk as much as yesterday is kinda nice. All that attention was gettin’ old fast.’[Ahem, well, fortunately, Boss System approved my long-term task priority filtering proposal.]‘Oh? Whassat?’[Compared to before, now it requires an opt-in before being bombarded with every single task in range. Before receiving alerts—and therefore penalties for ignoring them—we’ll run the calculations of the tasks’ estimated impact vs. potential unwanted attention. This effectively weeds out a majority of minor tasks—plus some moderate ones—by accounting for how suspicious it would be for you to know the event was taking place, let alone be believably compelled to interfere. I knew there was no need to ask if you were interested in activating it immedi
Once the allotted thirty minutes have passed—precisely down to the second—427 tentatively undeafens Lucas. At first, all he can hear is a booklet’s pages being flipped through, followed by Lucas grumbling.Hesitantly removing the remaining sensory suppressions one at a time, 427 nearly sighs with relief upon discovering that Lucas is standing in the kitchenette by the new automatic drip coffee maker—thankfully dressed—in the midst of poorly attempting to demystify its instruction manual.‘How the hell is this so complicated?’[Ah, making good on your promise to Jonathan?]‘Oh, thank fuck; yer back. Took ya long enough.’[…Hello, again, to you, too.]‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome back. So, anywho, can ya scan through this or somethin’ and tell me how to use it?’[…I already looked up the instructions from everything’s model numbers earlier. First, measure out—]427 guides Lucas through measuring and grinding a serving’s worth of coffee beans and setting it up in the machine with such in-d
For a few peaceful minutes, Lucas delights in demolishing the delicious delicatessen delivery. As Jonathan reaches for his coffee cup to gauge if it’s cool enough for a sane person to drink, he ends up cutting himself off with a yawn, earning a side-eye from Lucas.“Hey, ya barely got any sleep, yeah? Instead of havin’ caffeine, shouldn’t ya go take a nap?” Upon Lucas’s question, Jonathan pauses, looking at the contents of his mug with an obvious longing. “I’ll make ya a fresh one in like half an hour; I’m sure 427 can figure out howta use whatever newfangled machine ya got,” Lucas continues, his eyes also fixed on the beverage.[…I suppose I appreciate your vote of confidence.]Jonathan’s gaze lingers on the coveted coffee for a moment before he sets it back on the table. As soon as he lets go of it, Lucas lays his claim upon it.“Um, o-okay, yeah. I just, um, sh-should take a shower first,” Jonathan stammers as he stands.Lucas hums an agreement around a mouthful of coffee.[Did y
Thankfully, there are no further interruptions during the rest of this round of deliveries. Or even during the next one, either.Once Jonathan finally has the fourth and final load of freight, he makes a detour to a delicatessen. More specifically, the one where he previously purchased yesterday’s breakfast.After equally uneventfully acquiring milk, third breakfast for himself, and first breakfast for Lucas—since he’d totally only eat sugary baked goods if real food wasn’t conveniently available—he makes his way home.With his back to the recently re-locked front door, Jonathan reclaims the last armload of supplies as he looks at Lucas’s still-shut bedroom door.‘…Our food will still be too hot to eat for a little while; I’ll make some coffee first.’Jonathan may or may not be making up excuses to keep putting off waking up Lucas in the hopes that he’ll do so on his own, knowing full well that he probably won’t.While taking longer than necessary to decide which appliance to christen
“Ah! Um…” Jonathan’s face scrunches up a bit as he looks over his pending purchases.‘Can we at least turn off tasks while my hands are full? I really don’t want to drop everything and have it get broken or stolen by the time I get back to it… It will be annoying enough having to run back and forth a bunch.’[Requesting temporary task suppression… Permission granted; disregarding minor tasks for one hour at no penalty, effective immediately.]Jonathan barely represses his urge to sigh with relief.Before Ji Soo works up the nerve to express concern over Jonathan’s vacant stare at the wall behind the service bot, Jonathan’s attention returns to reality and redirects to said bot.“Um, c-could you hold some of it for a few minutes once I’m done paying? I-I won’t take long… Like, five minutes?” Before fidgety Jonathan even finishes asking his question, the bot is already nodding.“Certainly. Do you wish to use a private scanning kiosk to complete your order?”‘I’m surprised it’s even an
Jonathan, however, doesn’t hear the utterance of recognition. Unaware, he continues his quest for a coffee maker.A short time later, Jonathan stands--while quietly grumbling--before a row of two-in-one coffee/espresso machines.Behind him is a sea of drip coffee machines, with cold press equipment further off to the side. Alongside the arrangement of two-in-ones sits a selection of espresso machines, both automatic and semi-automatic.‘How are there so many!? What even are the differences? Wait, no, don’t answer that. The technical details will probably just be even more confusing.’[Understood.]Although Jonathan notices movement in his peripheral vision, he doesn’t outwardly react to the recent arrival at the end of the aisle. Instead, he pulls out one of the two-in-one machines set at eye level, rotating it so he can read the back of the box.“Ah! Don’t get one of those! That entire line is overpriced trash,” the newcomer blurts out, muffled by the layers of carbon-filter fabric f
After the harrowing--see also; totally normal--experience of getting his hair professionally cut, Jonathan blinks a few times as he looks himself over in the mirror. ‘Oh, wow. That’s way better.’ He’s now sporting a long-top, backswept, tapered hairstyle with a rounded back. Given how clearly tense he was throughout the entire cutting process, a trendy skin fade would have fairly obviously been too much for his liking. After giving Jonathan a few moments to make his mental evaluations, one of the hairdresser’s dreadlocks uses a soft-bristle brush to clear away the loose hair clippings around the collar of the barber cape. A few other coils of his hair organize the various tools he used, setting them aside for cleaning. Meanwhile, he quickly sweeps aside the bulk of the rogue tufts of hair on the ground in a much more conventional hands-on-broom method as he uses the mirror to make eye contact with Jonathan again. “Lookin’ good, mon. Well? Whaddya tink?” His question pulls Jonath
Once Jonathan is finally en route to the hairdresser...[Safe distance from Mikah’s power detected. Alert; you have exceeded 10 GDV. You have one enhancement available.]‘Oh! Um, you said before that rank three vision should be good enough to see through Maria’s powers, right?’[Correct, rank three should be sufficient as long as her target is in motion. Rank four would be necessary to see anything stationary, given the current strength of her powers. Please be aware that going beyond rank three for any individual enhancement has additional requirements.]‘Three should be good enough to avoid most of her pranks... Use my upgrade on vision.’[Please confirm that you would like rank two vision.]‘Yeah.’[Understood. Please close your eyes during calibrations to avoid nausea.]Jonathan slows from running at enhanced speed into a normal-paced jog for a few steps, then stops and shuts his eyes.[Bzzt... Calibrations complete.]He opens his eyes and looks around, blinking several times.‘Wo
The duo’s fiery funnel further forces the growing multi-car pile-up towards the middle of the street for a few seconds longer. Finally, the flames falter and fade. After a short delay, the wind wanes as well.‘Oh, I shouldn’t give them any extra reasons to think I’m a threat.’Jonathan swiftly shuts and pockets his switchblade as he follows the sidewalk. While doing so, his attention flicks between the ongoing chaos in the street and the front door of Howling Cartographer’s HQ lobby.Ashley steps through the door with Jason right behind her. They both take a moment to appreciate their destructive handiwork with smug expressions. Considering that Jonathan is conspicuously the only person still in the immediate vicinity, they quickly focus on him.Before either of them manage anything beyond a glare, Jonathan raises both hands in a submissive gesture, showing that he isn't wielding a weapon. "I-I just wanted his gun!"Ashley's exposed eye squints with amusement, the not hair-hidden cor