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[ascarylady]

Please tell me there's a pet store or anything like that in this stupid place.

I need a cage.

Or at least a muzzle for something with way too many damn teeth.

[ Surprise! Sevika did manage to hatch the egg she was handed. Less surprise, what hatched has a mean streak. ]

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[brat]

What is it?

[ascarylady]

A poro.

[brat]

A what?

[ascarylady]

A poro. About the size of a small dog. Round, white-furred, little horns and, apparently, sharper teeth than I've ever given the stupid things credit for.

[ Or maybe it's just this one that's particularly vicious. Forever a mystery. ]

[brat]

Are they trainable?

[ascarylady]

Provided Vander isn't pulling made-up facts from his ass, the things are ~made of love~, so I presume, yes, they're trainable.

[brat]

I have a crate that may be the correct size. But you'll want to train it.

[ascarylady]

Since I'm not chucking it, yeah. I'm aware. A crate would be a good start. What's it made of?

If it's wood, I get the feeling it can chew its way through that.

[brat]

Wire, metal, fabric, and plastic.
It was for a young Great Dane who has since outgrown it.

[ascarylady]

Then it should do the trick. What do you want for it?

[brat]

I would rather discuss that in person.

Choose a meeting location. I'll bring the crate.

[ascarylady]

Fine. Harry's Hideaway Pub. I spend most of my time there, anyway.

[brat]

I'll be there shortly.

( one of the advantages of having a massive dragon bat is also being able to quickly make his way across etraya.

not that he's planning on advertising his beast of a best friend. goliath may fly robin and the crate to the pub, but he's also quickly told to remain quiet, waiting on the rooftop while robin leaps down, carrying the crate that's roughly half his size in through the pub doors. as if this is a completely normal activity for him, visiting this place.

he remembers ororo munroe used to claim it as hers, before she disappeared. another unfortunate loss. )

[ascarylady]

[ Sevika doesn't have the same luck. While the apartments aren't too far, she still has to stroll from point A to point B, the latter being the pub. If there's an extra lump bat-dragon to the pub's roof tonight, she doesn't note it as she arrives and walks through the door.

A quick look around immediately brings her to the kid with the crate. Easy enough to spot, considering this place isn't exactly bustling with how far-flung places in Etraya seem to be. ]

Robin?

[ A kid. Huh. Well, it's not like that makes a difference. ]

[brat]

Tt.

( an affirmative as much as anything else. damian drops the crate down, turning it over so it's right-side up, and sits on top of it. the cloak he wears is pulled up, hood over the top of his head with small slivers of the yellow lining showing as damian leans forward, putting his elbow on his thigh and his chin atop his palm. )

You want a crate for your porg. ( he knows the word is incorrect. it's used intentionally wrong. ) I want to know who the new arrivals are that keep bickering over the network. You know, don't you? "piltoversfinest", "hound", Jayce Talis, "EyeOfZaun". I don't need specifics, just basics.

[ascarylady]

[ Sevika doesn't even blink at him getting poro wrong. The kid was free to call the thing whatever he wanted. She'd likely be going with "menace to society" herself. ]

You know...

[ She begins, not bothering to pull out a chair but leaning a hip against a pub table instead and planting a hand — her only one — on the other hip. There's no movement from the left side to follow suit, only the cloth of her poncho hanging still where the other arm should be. ]

I knew those idiots were going to attract attention real quick the way they go on, but I hadn't expected it to come from a six-year-old.

[ Incorrect guess at his age. You know, intentionally. ]

[brat]

( the typical response for a fourteen-year-old may be to take offense to being called significantly younger than they are, and in most situations, damian would be one of them. it's insulting, demeaning, but - she says it in a way that's meant to get a rise out of him, rather than a naive statement.

and damian's grinning in response. at the challenge she imposes. at the whole, those idiots bit, because he gets that all too well. )

Are you going to share, or do I need to carry this back with me? ( with a kick of his boot against the door of the crate. not enough to hurt it any, just enough to direct her attention to it. )

[ascarylady]

[ There might be the hint of a smirk at the edge of Sevika's lips, but she isn't going to commit to it. So, the kid's a little shit. That suits her just fine. It also makes her absolutely sure he was, in fact, picking on Talis, which is even better. ]

May as well. With how chatty they're being, they're bound to reveal it all without my help sooner or later.

[ Plus, she does want that crate. Save the vicious poro from its current in-the-stove home, Damian. ]

In the same order you listed them? Kiramman, Vander, Talis, and Silco. As I'm sure you already know, we're familiar with each other.

[brat]

( animal cruelty is up there on his list of unforgivable crimes, and had he other options, he would have handed over the crate without exchanging information to ensure it at least had a proper safe place to return to when it needed its space.

luckily for all three of them, she is giving him what he wants, so he sees no reason to withhold the crate. robin pulls himself up and off of the crate, taking a step to the side and away from it with a gesture down to it — all hers.

but also: )

Vander and Silco appear to have an antagonistic at best relationship. Are they likely to turn it into a larger issue that requires more than your intervention?

[ascarylady]

[ Look, she's not exactly happy with the stove situation, but stop-gaps exist for a reason. It's just a relief to know she won't have to trek out to the junkyard to find something suitable or, worse, rely on Talis to make a cage that may or may not contain fifty surprise lasers.

That said, she won't move to take the crate just yet, but she does give him a faint nod when he steps away from it, acknowledging that, yeah, cool, she gets it.

Regarding Vander and Silco, though... ]

Doubtful. Vander's gone soft. I wouldn't underestimate him, but he isn't in the business of causing problems anymore. If he targets anyone, it'll only be me or Silco.

[ What that implies, she won't say. Damian seems sharp. He can figure it out. ]

Which leaves Silco, who I can manage. That's essentially been my job for the past seven years, so no real change there.

[brat]

( so, vander is who damian should approach to learn about the recent additions making a significant amount of noise. him, or the talis idiot. going soft doesn't necessarily mean anything substantial, but if this woman is being truthful (and she has no real reason to lie, does she?) then a man who has required a babysitter for the last seven years isn't one damian feels like quarreling with. he already does that frequently with his own father, who also requires a babysitter. he doubts it's for the same or even similar reasons: bruce wayne requires being watched after because if he isn't, he buries himself in the shadows he's been working so hard to defeat. he's a special case. )

Understood.

( the names get categorized, shoved together in a neat little box of "same worlders" - or close enough to recognize one another. they're not the only group here who are familiar with one another - just among the noisier ones. given her managing both vander and silco when they started bickering with each other like toddlers on a public forum - damian will remember that this "SV" is likely who he should call upon if they start getting too rowdy. )

Thank you for the information. I'll keep it in mind.

[ascarylady]

Sure.

[ And that's the end of that. Sevika steps away from the table and then over to the crate, snagging it by the handle and picking it up with no real trouble. ]

Thanks for the crate, kid. Now if you'll excuse me, I have something really stupid to go do.

[ Which, surprisingly, doesn't involve the poro. She'll drop the crate off on the way to the aforementioned stupid thing, but it will, inevitably, be real damn stupid. On that note, she turns to head out. ]