[That's...a bit of a relief, but not by much. Sure, he doesn't have to go full "battle stations" mode, but Sparkling can possibly hear the haste in his steps as he hurries for the stairs anyway. His friend may not be dying, but he still finds it hard to believe an urgent message in the middle of the night isn't some sort of emergency.
Having mastered the stairs by now, Caviar is sure to take Sparkling's warning seriously, but a part of him really hopes he isn't just making fun of how he used to struggle-]
Well, I'm here.
[He doesn't hear any serious cries of distress, or smell any large amount of blood that would make him worry. Sparkling's kitchen smells of blood more than here, so hopefully that means the vampire's still in one piece.]
[He’s here! And he is correct, there doesn’t seem to be anything noticeably immediately off about the bar. All of the chairs are up on the tables and everything is closed up for the night, even if Sparkling wouldn’t yet be sleeping until the sun rose. Speaking of the Vampire, Caviar will be able to spot him huddled just behind the bar, peering over the edge of it looking…tense.]
Captain!
[He hisses, trying to gesture for him to hurry over.]
Quickly, this way before-
[Sparkling nearly jumps out of his skin as something interrupts him. The sound of frantic pitter-pattering against hardwood floor. Little nails tugging at the cracks as they scramble.
And then…]
Arf arf arf!!!
[Out from where she had been exploring underneath one of the couches in the lounge, a little dog appears. She’s full of energy and seems fit to vibrate right out the window when she sees ANOTHER person appear, spinning in a fast, excited circle with her white tail wagging so fast it’s become a blur.
Except…this is no normal dog. It’s a cake.
A Cake Hound, to be precise. She seems a little different than your garden variety strawberry shortcake, with light yellow icing and toppings befitting a cheesecake. And Sparkling is definitely not hiding behind his bar from her, all while she’d been sadly trying to find him. Now that Caviar is here though, she has someone else to get attention from, her little cake butt wiggling as she hops up on her hind paws to try and jump up onto Caviar’s legs.]
[Ah, it's good to see Sparkling is indeed not dead, but he can't help but look confused when he sees his friend apparently hiding...? What's he got to hide from, he's a giant bat-
Then it happens, the next thing the captain knows, there's suddenly something at his legs. A pet? Did Sparkling get a pet, of all times? It seems kind of silly, keeping an animal inside a bar, especially with how nice The Grapevine is. An untrained animal could chew up furniture or scare away customers, especially since it's a monster and already terrifying Sparkling.
Wait, what?]
How in the world did this get here?!
[Caviar instinctively goes to reach for a gun he doesn't even have, lip curling when he realizes he's still unarmed in this world. Maybe it was a miracle that he didn't have a way to instantly shoot it, however, because this waste of time has made him realize the little hound isn't doing much to hurt him. Just being...annoying.
Perhaps by a new instinct now, Caviar's ears fold back and his already snarling maw lets out a growl. Without even really thinking about it, he barks only once, his canine way of telling the little cake hound to behave before he shows him the business.]
[Sparkling doesn't really have much opportunity to immediately explain, not when Caviar is facing down this wild animal. Needless to say he's not sure what he's expecting as the hound pants excitedly, tongue lolling from her jaws and dripping sticky sugar onto the floor.
But when Caviar barks at her, her ears perk upright. Her tail hasn't stopped wagging, but she suddenly seems a lot more alert and focused than she had been a moment before. The snarling is also not unnoticed as she steps in one more circle before plonking down into a sit on the floor.
Then she's back to panting again, looking up at Caviar with a goofy, open-mouthed dog smile.]
[Ah, there's nothing the captain loves more than those who respect his authority, regardless of who or what they are. The little sugary puppy's sit is all Caviar needs to see before he unwrinkles his face and even starts to wag his own tail.
Bending down to his knees, he gives the monster a good pat on...wherever he assumes her "head" is before just scooping her up in his massive paws. Haha, to think he was just about to shoot this thing. Good...good thing animals can't understand something like that...haha...]
[Sparkling catches sight of Caviar stooping to pick her up, but it's already too late. He's done it, and it's all Sparkling can do not to lift his wings to shield his eyes as the Cake Hound surely plans on taking a bite out of his face-
But...that doesn't happen. Now that she's being held, she seems perfectly content to wiggle happily in Caviar's arms, immediately leaning back so she can try to lick his face.]
[Caviar carries the pup over to Sparkling's hiding spot, already discovering his mistake on his way over there. One look at his hand shows him that frosting's already getting smashed into his fur, and he can only imagine how his chest is gonna get with the way she leans against him for kisses.
Despite all this, he'll still refuse to wear a shirt.]
Y'see? She's as harmless as a halibut AND she seems to understand what behave means! Ha!
[Either that, or Caviar just knows how to convey that in dogspeak, but he doesn't want to think about that too hard.]
Now the question is, where the hell did she even come from? ...And how do we find it, 'cuz that could be our ticket back to Earthbread...
[He grabs the cake hound in both his big paws and holds her in front of him, cooing at her like she's some sort of baby. Never mind that this has suddenly become an interrogation.]
Alright, ya little goofy goldfish~ Where'd ya come from? Was it some kinda portal into another dimension? Was it? Who's a good dog?? Go find the portal, mate!
[Cheesecake's entire body is wagging practically at this point as Caviar holds her aloft, her body straining as she tries to reach his face to lick it. She seems more preoccupied with giving kisses than information, but fortunately the only other person in the room who can speak English has the answer. It's just...likely not going to be a very good one.
This seems to be a pattern for Sparkling he realizes, being a bearer of bad news...]
W-well ah...actually...
[He rubs at the back of his neck with his claws, looking down.]
I think I may have...asked Mana for her. While I was drinking. I recall mentioning something about being homesick and, well...
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Date: 2022-11-08 07:19 pm (UTC)Having mastered the stairs by now, Caviar is sure to take Sparkling's warning seriously, but a part of him really hopes he isn't just making fun of how he used to struggle-]
Well, I'm here.
[He doesn't hear any serious cries of distress, or smell any large amount of blood that would make him worry. Sparkling's kitchen smells of blood more than here, so hopefully that means the vampire's still in one piece.]
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Date: 2022-11-08 08:34 pm (UTC)Captain!
[He hisses, trying to gesture for him to hurry over.]
Quickly, this way before-
[Sparkling nearly jumps out of his skin as something interrupts him. The sound of frantic pitter-pattering against hardwood floor. Little nails tugging at the cracks as they scramble.
And then…]
Arf arf arf!!!
[Out from where she had been exploring underneath one of the couches in the lounge, a little dog appears. She’s full of energy and seems fit to vibrate right out the window when she sees ANOTHER person appear, spinning in a fast, excited circle with her white tail wagging so fast it’s become a blur.
Except…this is no normal dog. It’s a cake.
A Cake Hound, to be precise. She seems a little different than your garden variety strawberry shortcake, with light yellow icing and toppings befitting a cheesecake. And Sparkling is definitely not hiding behind his bar from her, all while she’d been sadly trying to find him. Now that Caviar is here though, she has someone else to get attention from, her little cake butt wiggling as she hops up on her hind paws to try and jump up onto Caviar’s legs.]
Careful-! Don’t- don’t let it bite you!
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Date: 2022-11-08 11:41 pm (UTC)Then it happens, the next thing the captain knows, there's suddenly something at his legs. A pet? Did Sparkling get a pet, of all times? It seems kind of silly, keeping an animal inside a bar, especially with how nice The Grapevine is. An untrained animal could chew up furniture or scare away customers, especially since it's a monster and already terrifying Sparkling.
Wait, what?]
How in the world did this get here?!
[Caviar instinctively goes to reach for a gun he doesn't even have, lip curling when he realizes he's still unarmed in this world. Maybe it was a miracle that he didn't have a way to instantly shoot it, however, because this waste of time has made him realize the little hound isn't doing much to hurt him. Just being...annoying.
Perhaps by a new instinct now, Caviar's ears fold back and his already snarling maw lets out a growl. Without even really thinking about it, he barks only once, his canine way of telling the little cake hound to behave before he shows him the business.]
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Date: 2022-11-09 12:01 am (UTC)But when Caviar barks at her, her ears perk upright. Her tail hasn't stopped wagging, but she suddenly seems a lot more alert and focused than she had been a moment before. The snarling is also not unnoticed as she steps in one more circle before plonking down into a sit on the floor.
Then she's back to panting again, looking up at Caviar with a goofy, open-mouthed dog smile.]
W...what's happening? I can't see from here...
[She is too small to see from the bar.]
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Date: 2022-11-09 12:20 am (UTC)Bending down to his knees, he gives the monster a good pat on...wherever he assumes her "head" is before just scooping her up in his massive paws. Haha, to think he was just about to shoot this thing. Good...good thing animals can't understand something like that...haha...]
You can come out, she ain't gonna hurt nobody.
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Date: 2022-11-09 04:26 am (UTC)[Sparkling catches sight of Caviar stooping to pick her up, but it's already too late. He's done it, and it's all Sparkling can do not to lift his wings to shield his eyes as the Cake Hound surely plans on taking a bite out of his face-
But...that doesn't happen. Now that she's being held, she seems perfectly content to wiggle happily in Caviar's arms, immediately leaning back so she can try to lick his face.]
...what...what do you mean, she isn't...?
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Date: 2022-11-09 03:23 pm (UTC)Despite all this, he'll still refuse to wear a shirt.]
Y'see? She's as harmless as a halibut AND she seems to understand what behave means! Ha!
[Either that, or Caviar just knows how to convey that in dogspeak, but he doesn't want to think about that too hard.]
Now the question is, where the hell did she even come from? ...And how do we find it, 'cuz that could be our ticket back to Earthbread...
[He grabs the cake hound in both his big paws and holds her in front of him, cooing at her like she's some sort of baby. Never mind that this has suddenly become an interrogation.]
Alright, ya little goofy goldfish~ Where'd ya come from? Was it some kinda portal into another dimension? Was it? Who's a good dog?? Go find the portal, mate!
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Date: 2022-11-09 09:06 pm (UTC)This seems to be a pattern for Sparkling he realizes, being a bearer of bad news...]
W-well ah...actually...
[He rubs at the back of his neck with his claws, looking down.]
I think I may have...asked Mana for her. While I was drinking. I recall mentioning something about being homesick and, well...