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  1. Mutt relaxes and settles in, burying his face on the table a little more. "I miss flying. Riding along.. It's not the same. It's not the same at all. It was pretty much all I had before... this. So the definition of 'me' has kind of had to change. Also... Uhh. No, not really. I can't control my brain. My thoughts and behaviors are different now. The form dictates more than I would have liked, or did you think I normally wiggle around on the floor arfing and wagging when someone rubs my belly? Or bury my face in things to smell them? Or bury myself facefirst in food that's in front of me when I'm sufficiently hungry whether it's mine or not? It's not me. It's like I have a whole different brain. Because I do." Mutt chuffs a little bit and stares at the table... "And body. Everything's weird! The smell in here has been driving me crazy. I want it. I mean I reallllly want it. Even though I know what it is. My insides are pleading with me 'please for the love of god eat that'. Ever since the change I've been struggling to balance out entirely new sets of behaviors and desires that just came with the body, and fighting them has a tendency to make me a little miserable."
  2. Mutt coughs quietly and flats his ears, biting his lip as Mauser does the weird Seer... thing. Wow that's weird. He stares and scrunches his snoot a little bit, that looks like it tingles and it's making him a little dizzy. His heart bottoms out into his stomach like an especially dense rock as Mauser starts prophesying. Well that doesn't sound g... Oh mother of mercy Mauser did not just say that with these two sitting right next to him. Mutt is about to bury his face in his paws and groan when Mauser starts... giggling. Then laughing. Is he being punked? "What? Oh." no apparently it's to do with Bahamut and Rosetta. Weird, well it's probably not relevant to him... Aaand then Rosetta drags him off and is very shushy and angry. Mutt is now curious but doesn't really have the sense to focus his senses to the conversation over there. The dog focuses his attention to Bahamut and then coughs awkwardly. "Yeah I don't know WHAT he's on about. Prophecies. Weird huh? Sounds like a lot of work for me in the future. I dunno what I'm... Stop looking at me like that." Mutt uuuughs and flops chin first on the table, staring at the opposing booth. He sighs. "I've only been a diamond dog for about two and a half months.. Or three. I lost track of time. I was gonna say something but... Wheee, look at me I have an outrageous claim but no proof! even with all the weird stuff that goes on it's really a bit of a stretch to ask anyone to believe that with no evidence... also it's kind of humiliating." the dog just groans a bit and buries his head in his hands. "I'm gonna be honest, I hated this when it first happened. I.. did not like these creatures at the time. I met the wrong ones. I don't wanna go into it."
  3. Mutt hums and listens quietly and respectfully as Mauser talks to him about Mauser. He starts forming a mental image of the dog's father that is likely wholly inaccurate. His ears swivel this way and that, mostly keeping track of his surroundings as he walks and watches Mauser. He does not quite appreciate how effective his ears are at keeping track of his surroundings when he has forward vision. It's a bit difficult to split his attention between Bahamut and Rosetta, and Mauser, and the City so they kind of get a little drowned out of his focus while they walk... to the point they could probably wave a hand at him and he wouldn't notice for a few seconds. Upon arriving in the restaurant he smells... something he's never really smelled before upon entering the establishment, it briefly distracts him and makes his stomach roll over eagerly... The pup shudders and slinks his way over to a seat and sits down, he has not ordered anything. Partly because he's never been here and hasn't looked at a menu but mostly because he is still unemployed and feels awkward about ordering on someone's tab. Even Bahamut and Rosetta. Mutt stretches a bit.. but not much, because he would take up ALL the space if he stretched to any satisfying degree. His ears twitch as the conversation switches to him and what Rosetta can do for him. This is a slightly more interesting topic to him if only because it's relevant to the reason he's been told (repeatedly) that they were going to be here today. The dog rubs the back of his head and frowns, thinking.. "Uhhhm. Yeah.. I mean. I guess. I don't .. MIND? looking back.. as long as it's, uhm.. no more than two months.. I do have... some things to hide that I'm not, explicitly proud of..." his tail tucks a bit. "Well, if.. doing this thing is at all helpful to whatever we're going to be doing then I guess it would be prudent to say go for it." Mutt grins sheepishly and finally looks weakly over to Bahamut and Rosetta to acknowledge them and grins awkwardly. He's well aware that they're aware that he's keeping things to himself and not sharing them but it feels awkward to explicitly state that he's hiding things, like that.
  4. Mutt wags vigorously. "It is so great to have breakfast like, every day. It feels like a luxury." even before he didn't always get to have breakfast.. there was just too much to do, to the point he resented it. The dog follows along eagerly, having never really BEEN to Fillydelphia before he's just kind of going to follow Mauser until they get wherever they need to go. Mutt perks and looks to Mauser, head cocked to one side. "Training wheels huh? ... Yeah that's fair. I have no idea what's going to be happening with this. Appreciate it." he resists the urge to grin at the wagging... because, well, Mauser's a lot better at suppressing it than he is and it would just be inviting trouble to giggle at the doggo trying to be sooo serious. He watches mouser intently, and it takes several more seconds for his brain to catch up to the events. "... Whoa! You're really a dog!" he exclaims, stating the exceedingly obvious. The dog was just a dragon! Or is the dragon now a dog? He scrunches his nose and is then immediately embarrassed at how long it took him to have that reaction and also that he had it at all. "I'll.. just.. be quiet now." he fiddles his pawfingers together and looks mortified.
  5. Mutt turns to reply to Rosetta that someone probably wouldn't need to see everything to form a rather steady opinion of him, when another dragon shows up! He thinks. The guy is so loaded down with knick-knacks and bric-a-brac he might be more object than man. Literally. He's heard of bodies surrendering to the consciousness of some objects before. Well, read about. And then the dragon starts a brief and intimidating lecture. The dog hrumphs, tilting his head for a moment, then claps his paws together. Sounds like a lot of work for not a whole lot of progress, which is pretty much exactly how his life has gone up to this point so that's fine with him. "I absolutely am not! But I am nothing if not experienced in dealing with lasting consequences of poor decisions. So let's do it anyway!" the dog grins and wags. He is perfectly ready to hate this particular date for the rest of his life. Just throw it on the pile with the others. "I will do my best to stay out of your business unless my involvement becomes strictly necessary." Mutt is... well, probably not grasping just how unpleasant this could get, but he's fine with that. He knows he's not smart, and he knows it's even worse with this brain. But he's had time to, at the very least, steel himself for the leap.
  6. Mutt has had a very confusing and eventful two weeks. It has been more than difficult to acclimate to living with these two. Sometimes it seems like anything that can go wrong, does go wrong. They were acting really weird around him for a while but things seem to have mostly settled down. The one thing that bothers him about this arrangement is the travel. He's now been in three different cities in the past month. He haaaates walking everywhere. He counts riding trains, carts, and even chariots as walking. Just.. faster walking. Okay maybe not chariots, they fly. But, whoo! Today is the 'day' the he ends up spending what are apparently going to be a repeated series of two hour periods involving himself in consequence free shenanigans. For a given value of 'consequence free'. What happens to a loop when it starts over? Where does that timeline go? Mutt stumbles a bit as Rosetta decides to take this opportunity to coach him. He stops dead, turns to look at her, and stares blankly. "I will already have humiliated myself as much as possible by roughly around the time I meet him and things cannot possibly go any more wrong than they are already going to. Or will have gone. Or have gone already. I guess it's entirely possible that I've already done the worst thing I will ever do in front of him and anything I do today is a step up. There is no way of knowing so there is absolutely no point to any apprehension regarding meeting him." he shrugs and plods forward again. That is the most eloquent sequence of thoughts Mutt has expressed in the entire time these two have known him. Weird.
  7. It has been an exceptionally busy few days in Manehattan. At least, for Mutt. Doubtless Bahamut and Rosetta are more used to greater levels of activity and urgency in their days. The first day was mostly restful, obviously... Although Mutt did not get as much sleep as he would have liked. He ended up waking up in the middle of the night and staying up while Rosetta played exposition fairy for him. Conversation and shenanigans were had, and Mutt sort of began to understand the two as something other than imposing figures currently cuffing him to their person. Which is great, because the very next day a hearing was heard on the events of the day prior and his time in the city and the dog was found guilty of more than a few misdemeanors. Following this ruling, Mutt was levied with an unreasonable number of fines he could not possibly be expected to pay seeing as he is homeless and unemployed, also sentenced to three months of probation... In the custody of the two individuals who have actually been remarkably understanding, and (hopefully unintentionally), awakening Mutt's pack instincts and encouraging his loyalty. After the court date there was time out on the town where the group attempted to relax in a park and learn about the limits and uses of Mutt's powers. They learned many things. Mutt can extend to seven times in a dimension. That he currently has very little control over how far he stretches and how sharply he recoils. On a related note, they all learned that he is incredibly resistant to blunt force trauma. They learned that, for some reason, he can't get dizzy. They also learned that Bahamut is never allowed to spin Mutt like a top within city limits again because apparently a deforming shape can cause a continuous sonic boom if it is moving fast enough. It can also apparently fly, and after the shenanigans which could have resulted in significant property damage, it was decided it would be best to check up on the investigations at the dock. The investigations went rather well, and Rosetta determined (Mostly on her own and with some minor input from Mutt), that the events at the docks were definitely not an accident. Cables generally don't fail catastrophically. Weather ponies don't generally make mistakes with fog thickness. Fire brigades for the same district don't generally have trouble mobilizing on the same day a giant fire breaks out, nor do well maintained equipment often suddenly fail and create a mess to begin with. The shipment that happened to be unloaded at the time of the accident was probably the most valuable of the day, containing not just food and general sundries but also valuable trade materials like gems, silks, and metals; as well as important documents from neighboring locales and possibly places overseas bound for Canterlot. Rosetta acquired a manifest so she could go over the contents of the shipments for that day and attempt to isolate motive from studying the lost items. The day ended with a race from the docks between Mutt and Bahamut, one which, in fairness, mutt had no chance of winning. The entire incident was wholly irresponsible on the part of both of them as it is entirely possible Mutt could have caused yet another incident barreling through the city at springy speeds, but thankfully for all involved, and the city, no harm was done and there probably WON'T be another hearing as long as they leave the city today. Which, it seems, Bahamut and Rosetta have every intention of doing.
  8. Mutt lays back. "M'not sassy... if anything I'm snarky... If I get charged this is my second offense. The first thing they did when I got here is put me in a cell overnight cuz I was 'scaring people'. Also I ate a melon. Well, y'know, sorry for having clawed my way out of a filthy hole and not having eaten for..." he yawns, "days. Still don't have any money to pay that vendor... Help what? This looks pretty cut and dry to me. Is stretchy." the dog huffs gently and rests a paw over his front, and then is out like a light. He has had a very long day and now that he has achieved some relative peace he has completely lost his ability to remain conscious. Passed out on his back, with his legs and one hand dangling over the edge of the bed. He's not waking up for a while.
  9. I have resolved to do everything in my power to maintain active roleplay in these shenanigans. I'm bugging Dubby near constantly to that effect.
  10. Mutt huffs. "Well it's not like it's the weirdest thing that has happened to me! Sorrrry for being just a little desensitized to my body being weird." he blows a raspberry at the energy dawg and drums his fingers together. "B'sides, there's no way of telling how positive a thing this will be right now, right? Worst case, I end up in a special, high-security jail for people with special abilities instead of a normal, less restrictive one..." the dog grabs his tail, which is actually a bit longer than it is on most dogs and may or may not be considered kind of cute. He fiddles with it in his paws. "S'not like I even know how to do anything with it or what it's good for, other than not being murdered by extreme force apparently. So, like, uhm. Right now I'm a living punching bag. Yay me?" yeah he's really thinking about this. Downer pup! He settles in and stares at Bahamut as he wanders off to the shower. It's a hotel! there's probably still hot water for the dragon.. but, even so it's probably not hot enough for a creature that swims in magma.
  11. Mutt peeks out from under the towel and looks back and forth between the two in confusion in response to the laughter. He is very confused! "All there to who what now? Mystery of me?" the confusion shows. He's not very articulate. He doesn't seem to really notice just how different he is than when he went into the shower. The dog takes a step back from the floating energy doggit and notices that he moves much further than his stride has been allowing for the past few months, prompting him to look down. This results in a brief yelp! and a bit of a flail, throwing his towel into the air and a stare... "Wut?" then, after a few seconds, a shrug, and he calms down real quick. There's a few seconds of the dog kicking and shaking his limbs, before his body recoils back into it's proper shape, kind of like a tape measure retracting. "Well... okay then. That's a thing." is his response, succinct. The dog immediately focuses on his body and tries to figure out how it works, but finds himself concentrating very hard, brow furrowed, and getting nowhere. Then he huffs, wanders over and flops on the bed, still dripping but relaxed because at least this explains how he didn't squish. He did! The dog doesn't really seem to be terribly disturbed by this turn of events.
  12. Mutt is extremely grateful that he's not being crated again, it feels so much better in all respects. He does however find himself growing increasingly self-conscious as socialization occurs and he continues to meet people while shackled to Rosetta. Many of whom seem to be quite happy to see those two. By the time they finally arrive at the hotel his ears are pinned and his tail is tucked. He feels like a bad dog and it's not a good feeling... But the feeling starts to fade once the shackle is removed, and he is glad of it, for his mind was starting to wander back to bad times. The pup rubs his wrist and pauses for a little bit to look about the room and listening intently.. A bath huh? Yeah it's been a long time since he's had one. He briefly stares at the blue, presumably doggy person but it's kind of hard to make out the details in a mass of energy. Especially when you're dealing with a reduced range of color perception. Which is something that's depressing him. It would make it very difficult to fly. Blue helps though. At least it's blue. "Yeah.. uhm... bath... probably. It's been a long time. Thanks. It's nice to have a roof. this place is nice." he's torn, on the one hand, this is way nicer than how he's been living for the past.. oh, a while. On the other, he still remembers what it's like to live in Canterlot, so it's hard to get really excited about it. Mutt is quick to make his way to facilities and get a shower going, a hot one, because it's pretty obvious to him that a bath is just not going to cut it. Honestly, it'd just end up being kind of a grunge-water. Mutt hops his way into the shower and shudders violently under the pouring heat. It feels like the tension he's been keeping in his muscles is just bleeding away. This is probably the most luxurious feeling he's felt in ages and he decides to take his time makes the shower a long one. Not that he really has a choice, he's filthy. An hour in the shower, using up probably the entirety of provided soaps, and finally starting to look, well, fluffy instead of a mangy, deranged mess. Even his collar is clean! and new.. well, except for the tag, which is very definitely tarnished and actually slightly scratched and a tad bent as well from the incident on the dock. Mutt is still bothered that he still can't get the blasted thing off no matter how hard he tries.. and he drifts off into his own head again, consumed by thought. He's so distracted that as he turns off the water and gets out, he doesn't shake himself free of water like his instincts encourage him to do, nor does he notice that his paw snakes its way all the way across the room to pluck the towel from the rack. The dog stretches his back a bit, working the kinks out and opens the door, plodding back into the hotel room and waving, about one and a quarter times his previous height while the drippy mutt dries himself off and scrubs his headfluff with arms devoid of defined knuckles, elbows, or even shoulders. His arms and fingers have turned into fluffy curves that seem to adjust their length upon demand, and the dog does not really seem to have noticed. Wearing a stupid, satisfied grin. "Cleaannnn."
  13. Mutt is taken aback at the idea of suddenly having access to hot water. Wow, yeah. He hasn't had a bath in months. "... Yes. Very much yes." Mutt scratches at an ear gently. Just itchy. He's pretty much free of parasites in perpetuity. No fleas for this dog. "Would very much like to be able to relax. It is hard to relax in the streets. Mostly at night. Lots of not nice things. Manehattan is different at night. Let's definitely go soon." he's honestly a bit taken aback at how different the individuals are at night here in the city. Very little crime seems to happen in the day, comparatively. There's also WAY more of it than there is in Canterlot. Maybe that's why everyone is so much less... accomodating. "That food was good." and there goes his train of thought. He stretches a bit and prepares to follow or possibly be carted off again.
  14. Mutt pretty much eats anything that's put in front him, though by the third bowl he finally has the presence of mind to not bury his face in it.. and lift the bowl to drain it instead, which makes it go even faster. Drinking chowder. What a weirdo. there's a pause when he's asked a question, and he eyes Rosetta,.. but finishes the bowl before putting it down, like someone's gonna take it from him. "Uhhhhm. Yes? Never had this kind of soup..." he replies, one ear swiveling. He's a bit oblivious to the fact that these plans being discussed are definitely related to him. After several seconds of looking back and forth between the two, the cogs in his head sync up. "Thankyou." therrrre it is. They bought him food so he should be grateful.
  15. Mutt finishes his chowder at an unreasonably fast pace, then then buries his snout halfway into the accompanying drink. Chowder.. so.. salty... Once he's finished with the meal he forces himself to flat his chin against the table and maintain. It takes every bit of effort he can muster to not go shoving his nose into Bahamut's space and steal his food. He instead forces himself to try to pay attention to details in the restaurant, and, eventually, the conversation. By the time he actually starts listening the dog has no idea what or who the discussion is about or what it pertains to. He's not even sure if it's the same thing they were talking about before. Mutt does gnaw on the bowl a little bit while listening. It's seriously like he's a puppy. He has no self-control.