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  1. Mutt whoos! Validation! Though it's not his own he's still happy to see it, he finds things like that very important. The young dog stares a bit blankly as the upcoming training is explained to him. He doesn't get it. He absolutely doesn't get it.Okay, well, the dog sort of gets it. The sprint test is easy, it's not measuring his top speed or anything it's measuring impulse. His acceleration. How quickly he can get from one point to another, which is something super important in this line of work. Back in the day, he'd have aced it, but the others, well, he doesn't understand their difficulties or benefits yet. He... well, honestly he's unfamiliar with hoofball, and when they arrive he's a little awestruck and the expense and engineering that was put into the place. The air of the place, the well manicured lawn, grass INSIDE, how novel. The way the very space itself has a different feel and smell and sound than the place around it enamors him. To be honest he's never really had this kind of room to practice, at least since, he got, well, his power, so this is probably going to be good for him. the pup smiles, stands up straight, and prepares to give it everything he's got! After the first round of tests, it turns out that what he's got is not a whole lot. Except for the speed test, he doesn't do... great. His sprint speed seems to be WORSE than a normal diamond dog on a terrain like this. His rubbery body makes it difficult for him to get a grip on the ground on soft terrain and it makes it difficult to generate impulse. He's not slow, but he's not fast enough to be considered a sprinter. The second test hast trouble for a similar reason, it takes him a significant amount of effort to adjust his speed and direction. He made it the whole period, but was clearly taxing on him. The third test, strength, went equally poorly. He seemed to be weaker than a dog of his size should be too. The smaller weights he could lift with relative ease, but when it reached things that would be considered challenging his effectiveness dropped of sharply. When he got to a weight he should be all rights have been able to lift if he put enough effort into, his body and limbs stretched instead. The last test, the sharpness test doesn't go all that well either, despite Bahamut throwing a ball that definitely hits a squirrel three miles away so hard that his parents forget about him and all of the nuts he ever collected vanish. Mutt starts out trying to deal with it just like.. well. One would expect a diamond dog to, ie, chasing after them and trying to catch them without particularly clear direction. The worst part is that at a certain point after about ten minutes, when he finally manages to snag one of the long balls from Smolder, he flips over end and almost plows into the ground, then forgets what he's doing and brings it back like a game of fetch, wagging and grinning like a fool... but in the last five minutes of the rotation, there's a marked change in his behavior and efficacy. Rather than run around the stadium like a goof he takes a post and starts ignoring certain throws, watching, grabbing, getting a rhythm going, and then quickly, finally starting to get a handle on his powers. He gets much better, rather than chasing, he fires his paws like whips, at first, both at once to snag balls to make it easier, and his range and accuracy increase quickly.. then, moving on to throwing each paw individually. He's finally starting to make progress and regularly catch with his stretchy limbs when the round ends. He's finally starting to get a handle on his powers. The second round continues this pattern. The sprint test goes... better, he stretches his arms and legs in tandem to increase his stride at first, which gives him a better speed, still not, you know, super though, over time, he learns the with enough effort in stretching his limbs, he can produce enough force to get his fingers to dig in despite their sort of softness and his speed increases to levels that are probably pretty top tier for a digdoggy that isn't digging. Stamina goes better as well, rather than trying to skid and corner to turn like he did in the first test, he lets himself actively bump into the boundaries of the field and use that counter force to turn him, and his breathing is deeper and slower, his chest swelling just a little. By the time the test is over, he doesn't look terribly tired and he's not short of breath, though control is still an issue. Strength goes, well, okay. With some focus, he manages to lift some of the heavier weights and meet appropriate standards for a dog of his size by focusing on maintaining the with of his limbs as he lifts. There's still some compression of his body with heavy weights, and his arms stretch a little, but by the end he finally meets a good standard for a dog of his fitness, and notably it doesn't seem to strain him like you'd expect a lifter to be. The sharpness test goes better as well, and Mutt continues his pattern from the first round, only now that he's got a better grasp on movement he's actively trying to catch as many as possible. Including anything dropping from the sky, so... not great in that respect, still, he does remarkably well for a junior, especially after only forty minutes total he's catching a significant number. He's still having trouble with Bahamut's throws because they're, well, fast. The third series of tests.... Blow expectations out of the water, honestly, for probably everyone but Mauser, but it's still probably the best it could have gone. He's looking pensive, and in the sprint test, Mutt experiments repeatedly with ways to increase his speed, and, taking everything he's learned and been through, ends the test on a high note. Just a few attempts before the test ends, Mutt whips his paws up and out, then down as hard and as far as he can, getting his fingers dug into the dirt and forcibly stretching them further to slide himself back, while digging his feet into the ground to counter that force, causing his legs to tense and collapse, such as they are... With a little hop, the stored energy in the legs expands, propelling him, at which point the arms take over and snap him forward like a bow as his grip on the ground is weakened. The dog turns into an arrow, or, well, honestly more like a Javelin, He tucks himself in as tight as he can and deforms to the point that he's not really recognizable as a dog.. and THUNKS into the ground near the far end of the stadium before the ten seconds are up. His body immediately snaps back and the rest of the attempt, is, unfortunately, him prying his head out of the ground with a pop. He can move much faster by going the wrong way first. The stamina test goes incredibly well, as mutt slowly transitions from normal running to what could only be described as... bouncing. It almost looks like he's skipping, but, he started with a little hop forward... each time he lands, he lets a limb collapse and bounce him back upward. He quickly finds this to be effectively effortless and he soon learns it's also an effective way to turn as all he has to do is angle his body mass and he just goes in whatever direction he wants to go. By the end of the test he's been 'running' around the arena nonstop at what would be considered sprinting speeds with no effort or strain for nearly twenty minutes, and he's a bit disappointed when it stops. Most of the strength test is just Mutt practicing with the shape of his body and for a while it looks like he isn't going to get much better results, then with a deep breath, a slow exhale, and a tense, his right arm expands to three times its normal size, as does his left, and he hefts the heaviest weight he's been able to lift so far like child's play in one hand, though it's awkward and he has to dig his other paw in for balance. His body deforms under the weight still, and, by the end, he's been lifting things well more than ten times the weight he'd been managing in the second test, but the biggest surprise is the roller. He doesn't lift it of course, but no-one ever said it was a lifting test. The dog decides he just needs to get it to move, and he fires himself at it like a missile, and of course bounces off it harmlessly, but he uses that recoil to spring again, and again, and again, and then, once he's almost a blur, he flings his arms forward, making them as big and as hard a he can, plows his palms into one of the rollers, denting it slightly and getting the heavy beast to pop up and back back a few inches with a THUNK... at which point he himself doesn't recoil and sort of topples face first into the dirt. By the final sharpness test, Mutt... well he's really kinda just great. Combining everything he's learned about his body he skips about the field like a spring, lashing his limbs out and snagging almost everything he can conceivably reach nearly off the bat, which in some instances has him wiping out because of one of Bahamut's throws sending him into the dirt... but by the end, he's countering that by firing his stretchy limbs out to counter that force, and because he's gotten used to moving and changing directions at high speeds, he's able to much better adjust and perceive his surroundings, meaning he stops grabbing the fake balls and no longer gets blindsided by one of Bahamut's throws. He can't get them all, it's easily possible to make the challenge unwinnable, he just doesn't have that kind of ability. He's not a powerful kinetic or anything, but he does manage to efficiently capture as many objectives as he can. There's room for improvement, but it's clear that he's grasped how to use his body in as advantageous a manner as he can, and in only a little over four hours. The diner test doesn't go quite as well. The dog is not quite as in tune with his senses as he is with his body, and he doesn't have the lifetime of experience necessary to make fine distinctions between species very well, let alone individuals. He gets some of them right, and the rest wrong. He's only sure about one of them and that's only because they're a different species. He seems to be about reaching his limits in this testing, he just doesn't have the skill necessary, but he will slowly get better over time. He's a little bit disappointed in the difficulty he's having with the diner tests... it's not a matter of being in tune with his senses, he's getting quite good at picking out individual details, but he doesn't have the experience necessary to apply them or filter them, attach them to individuals.
  2. Mutt furrows his brow and pins his ears as he gets more lecture. He rubs the back of his head and frowns a little bit, not liking the implication that somebody he just met knows him better than he does. The train of thought is derailed, and he perks his ears again, and gets a little offended at the idea that he'd ever end up like that! flatting down his ears back down yet again almost immediately and thumping his tail aggressively. "Never ever!" he is very certain about that, nothing could ever possibly drive him to be that devious and awful... He's a good boy, he may not be a super big fan of his life the past... years... and years, but he's still a good person. Still, he's not going to pretend that he has more practical experience with this sort of thing than others. Mutt perks up again at the conversation between the three that does not, thankfully, involve him and making him a good hero and knowing what he's going to do. He says something very unexpected, at least to Bahamut and Rosetta... he likely has yet to exhibit behaviors that will surprise Mauser. "You shouuuuuld have hit it harder." he replies, prodding his fingers together and tilting his head to one side. "General Training and Practice equipment for supers is designed to handle a standardized code of stresses. If you can hit it hard enough to rip the machine off its mounting brace and send it flying, you can hit it hard enough overcome the equipment's structural integrity and put your hand THROUGH the machine instead. Hitting it hard would have been the best option, you punched it too slow." he rattles this off like he knows the forces at play off the top of his head, despite having shown no prior indication of any kind of real education to them prior to this point, although, to be fair, up until recently he's been pretending to have been a dog all along. "Also, presuming you didn't go flying, that means you're probably always hitting things twice as hard as you intend to, as energy equivalent to what you produced isn't being acted back into you, which means you either cancel it out or you redirect it back into your target. You hit so hard you break physics, or you break physics so you hit so hard, which might explain why your equipment still breaks some times. Secondary powers!" the dog wags a little bit, proud of himself, talking like he's had a hero academy level education.
  3. Mutt continues to pout a little bit aggressively as Mauser lectures him, stubbornly avoiding eye contact and trying to look like he's not listening at all, although his twitching ears betray him despite being pinned. He gets why Mauser did it, and all of that seems to make sense. The training, the not being fast enough, the life experiences. But it doesn't make him feel better. The dog eventually reaches up and rubs the back of his head with his left hand as he's told that he's going to be in a position where he might have to hurt Mauser, and that honestly makes him pout a little bit more. Mutt finally looks back at the honestly probably unreasonably older doggo, and comments briefly. "I always hated my name..." it's unclear if he means this name or... whatever name he had before, but considering he's going by Mutt, it's probably the latter. He then huffs a little bit and can't hold it in anymore. The rubbery doggo doesn't really want to continue conversing like this, and looks toward Rosetta, who has wandered off and isn't around to talk to, then over at Bahamut, who looks like he might be... pitying the pup, and that frustrates him a little bit more. The thing making him so upset bubbles its way to the surface. "I... I wanted to jump off Liberty Building!" he exclaims, as though he's been robbed, and gives Mauser the most betrayed puppydog eyes he can muster. That's what has him the most upset. Not Mauser's well being. Not that he got subjected to an arguably traumatizing experience. No, he's upset because he didn't get to jump off the tower first. It is completely ridiculous. There's an odd look from a pony wayyy down the way, as that comment really carried. As it's a kettle of fish that has unpleasant connotations, the pony whistles inconspicuously and trots the other way, full of nope.
  4. When the world becomes steady again, Mutt is not a happy dog. Not happy at all. He is pouting harder than any pupper had ever pouted before, he's certain of it. The dog had made a valiant attempt to follow Mauser, reflexively, before the loop ended, springing toward the edge, up and over, wind whistling around him, but the stupid other dog was better at falling than him, by a lot... He didn't need to see what he saw or hear what he heard. It actually made him a little ill. There was a feeling of abject, consuming helplessness that he was subjected to right before the loop reset, and it's not a good feeling, it stays with him even now. That's not the worst part, though, the worst part is what makes him cross his arms, turn around, and flop on his butt while Rosetta proceeds to (rightfully, from his perspective) harangue Mauser over his shenanigans! Mutt has no intention of being friendly this loop, he's far too grumpy, his tail is stiff and his ears are flattened back, he's clearly very irritated, and stays out of the conversation to the best of his ability.
  5. Mutt wags furiously and smirks at Bahamut as he says that, then looks away. "Someday I'll be tough enough to be a match for you and we won't NEED equipment." the doggo is quite certain about that, though he doesn't know why. That's not what he wanted to say, but it's close enough... his ears perk, then droop as Rosetta gets all... sad. He huffs a bit, then wags furiously at the petpatting. "No. You get all the first hugs. Mandatory." he sticks his tongue out a little bit and then pauses. He really kinda wants to go to the library, but he's supposed to go with Bahamut. If he's needed he's sure Rosetta won't hesitate to tell him, especially if she finds something. All of them actually. He doesn't expect it to happen any time soon, that place is pretty big... but maybe she will! There's no telling with luck. The dog honestly wonders what the lesson is going to be, but he's very much looking forward to sightseeing.... Mutt also wonders how many years old Mauser actually is, probably way older than he looks.
  6. Mutt rubs the back of his head sheepishly as Mauser explains. Oh yeah... that guy. He nods and listens as though all of this is new to him... even though it isn't entirely. His family... or, what was his family, has its own private training facility and they're... while they're connected, the connections are classy. He knows about the guy, but he didn't know about the business. He must have passed that flower shop well over a hundred times, but he can't just go 'Oh, I know where that Florist is!'. They may know he's not a dog but, he doesn't want them to know who he actually is. Not yet. He feels like that can only lead to unpleasantness. His family's view on itself and its place in society... leaves a lot to be desired. Heh. He has the most secure secret identity one could possibly have... one he more than likely can't even convince people about. "Thanks for the history lesson Mauser, I bet they have one of those waivers you have to sign indemnifying them in case of injury too." he looks to Rosetta and tilts his head, thinking. "It could go either way, but you know, you might get a chance to ask if they're here... Personally, I'm just looking forward to seeing what I can do when I really cut loose, I seem to so far be pretty much indestructible and think of all the good I could do if I only have to worry about the safety of others." the dog wags furiously at this idea, that he could be some kind of indomitable shield for the people. He's not so much looking forward to getting into fights as he is actually having some kind of value to society. Take that mom, he's totally not a disappointment. He's got a great super power. "Oh hey, it's the library! I really hope we find whatever it is you're looking for, Rosetta. It's been too long since you've had a real hug and I haven't even known you that long!" he's still not the best conversationalist.
  7. Mutt wags gently when it turns out he is in fact correct! then he flops and mrrrngs as more lessons happen. Studying is so harrrd. But he does his best to pay attention even if he isn't as interested in learning about doggo biology as he should be. The dog is super happy to get out of the restaurant, and into the city however, and on the way to getting through to the day, especially because it means they're closer to Mauser finding somewhere fancy to eat. He bounces a little bit as the schedule for the day is laid out for them like an overly eager puppy... or, well, just a regularly eager puppy. There's no loud yapping accompanying it. He's actually really looking forward to today. Chances for actual training start now and to be honest there's a whole lot of things he wants to try, learn to do while he's in these loops. He has so, so many ideas regarding things he might be able to do and he doesn't have to worry about people getting hurt or stuff getting broke... Even though he feels that, morally he should, he also knows that nothing that happens in here actually matters for anything but them. He stares blankly. "I have no idea what a Danger Zone is, but okay! also I am not a musclehead!" the diamond dog flails his arms aimlessly in Rosetta's general direction, a little grumpily even though he knows it was in jest. It's not like he can really even build muscle on this weird rubbery body, can he? There is so much stuff he doesn't know about himself. Eager to get going, Mutt starts heading toward the library of his own accord. "Talk and walk!" he exclaims, wagging more furiously than he has any right to. "Gotta make everyone one of these infinite minutes count!" he teases, going out of his way to put a string in his step until he's practically effortlessly bouncing along... or, literally doing so. It soon looks like it takes him zero effort to move forward, even if he looks ridiculous every time a leg squishes down a bit and stretches back out.
  8. Mutt himself wags at the idea of going to eat somewhere nice. It's been a really long time since he's had something like that, something he's used to, but he can't tell them that. They barely know he's.. was a pony and he doesn't feel like telling them who he is. Not least because being this is... at severe odds with who he's supposed to be. The dog frowns as he's told he has to go do the thing. He cringes a little bit because he has no idea how he's gonna do this. He does, at least, like being given a lowdown on the layout of the place. The dog flomps himself on the table a bit, ears swiveling as he does his best not to look into the back. There's so much noise in there, and in the front! and on the street! and it's all random! This is so hard! He huffs. then perks, and huffs again... Mutt swivels his ears to the kitchen and holds them there. Of course, everybody breathes... Well, probably most everybody, he's sure there's... some, outlying cases. But he takes his time and is able to pick out several different people in the back. They breathe.. differently. The person working at the grill is taking much shorter breaths because it's hot and taxing work... and since they're on the grill it's probably a gryphon but he's just assuming that... One... two... "Uhh... Five. Five, Mutt thinks." He's pretty sure, not counting the griffon up front. Did he just refer to himself in the third person? Man that's weird. Like, he's supposed to get used to doing that as a hero, it's part of his family's code of conduct, creating an inspiring presence or some such nonsense, but it still feels weird.
  9. Mutt furrows his brow. Both of the ways the timeline will snap seem to be reasonable, which means the third and fourth are probably unpleasant and/or bad. Mutt can tell by looking at Bahamut and Rosetta that he definitely did something embarrassing in the interim. His whole body tingles, and he feels like his brain is wobbling. The dog crosses his arms and hrrrfs, listening carefully to the advice and being a bit miffed at the headpats. His wagging slows a little bit but does not stop. "Yes, well. I should hope it gets easier, because... reasons..." he is not particularly articulate at the moment. He is, however, very much looking forward to the new loop's agenda. Also he now has an idea. "Hey if... you get everything back when you reset... We should go eat at the nicest place in town." this idea causes him to wag fervently again, the idea of being able to eat wherever you want without consequence amazes him.
  10. Mutt turns to Mauser and wags attentively as lessons begin. Okay, and then? what happens 'Then'... The diamond dog goes cross-eyed and stands perfectly still as everything goes weird. His brain is a little bit, well, overloaded by the experience. His senses are strong than he's used to, to begin with and now they are rebelling against him. He is not equipped to handle this in the slightest and when it's finally over... He's sort of staring blankly into space, brain on the fritz. The second he's addressed by Bahamut, the diamond dog bursts into a fit of aggressive barking at nothing at his soft, rubbery brain tries very hard to process and catch up. It is... more than a few seconds before he stops making a scene and blinks a few times. "Well that was very, very weird." he comments before he realizes that there are actually other people here, then he fidgets and looks more than a little embarrassed, because he sees Mauser in the process of doing things and realizes there's some time he can't account for and he's sure he did something stupid during that period. "Uhh... so uhh... New day huh?" he wags pitifully, hoping people will just pretend that whatever happened didn't happen.
  11. Mutt is not as excited by visiting museums as everyone else is. By the time they hit the third wing of the second one the dog has given up on anything interesting happening and realizes it's going to be a boring trip about *learning* things that more than likely won't be at all relevant in his future. He pays attention anyway. Also he cheats, and pretty much springs up the stairs and barely has to put any effort into walking up them at all. Mauser's behavior of suddenly taking sharp detours during the trip doesn't occur to him as strange at all. He knows the dog is looking for something and it's not like he needs to be careful if he's doing this all over again later. The gardens... The gardens he seems to like. He actually takes the time to stop and enjoy it... and smell the roses.. and the other plants. He can actually smell everything here and it's pretty gosh darn great... even non flowering plants have their own scents. He quite likes the place.. even if he doesn't like it when he realizes exploring the garden results in having small bugs like ants in his fur. Which is extremely frustrating and he can't stand it... He's gonna weirdly tickly and itchy until the loop ends regardless of if he gets them all or not. When the group finally nears the end of the first loop the dog perks his ears and wags gratefully, having been suffering in relative silence. "Library is a good idea! Quiet and nice... could be a wind down spot..." the doggo thinks.. He really wants to to get a nicer view of the city... "Liberty building!" of course he picks the tallest building in the city, he loves heights. Yay, stairs. It has the best view of the region, though he doubts even Mauser will want to go up like 50 stories of stairs to get to the observation deck.
  12. Mutt scratches his right ear and listens intently as Mauser tells him about plans for his training, which seem wholly reasonable if... harder. Then suggests sightseeing of all things. He keeps his mouth shut and does not suggest that tourism could be an excuse to run preliminary observations on high profile targets and that Mauser is already multitasking. Besides, he likes sightseeing.. He prods his forefingers together and looks between Bahamut, Rosetta and Mauser as they all generally agree that sightseeing is a good idea. "If it includes more local food, then I am more than in." is the dog's reply. Food is one of his favorite reasons to travel and no trip is complete without various trips. "If we're going to be here for as long as we are I guess we'd better get used to passing the time. I'm sure you're already a master at that though."
  13. Mutt can't help but laugh a bit at Bahamut's embarrassment in response to Mauser shelling out dirty secrets. It wasn't all that funny up until Bahamut's reaction to it, then it was hilarious.The doggo yawns a little bit because he ate too fast, and continues to clickclack on the bone idly with his jaws."I'mma 'member that foreva." Mutt comments through a partially full mouth, and settles in, obsessively nibbling on the bone and trying to have conversation with his companions at the same time. Sure, he has a little bit more chicken.. and he has to watch Bahamut eat.. but it doesn't take more than a minute or two of thinking for him to realize this is a really easy test and if he failed it he'd be pretty hopeless. Mutt is of course a little bit distracted, but he's had swivel ears his whole life. They're just, stronger now. It's not terribly hard for him to focus one ear outside to listen for the one specific sound he knows he's waiting for. It does make him a little slow to respond to conversation, because he's not really used to picking out sounds other than, well, wind and he needs to keep half his focus on the other noise... but he raises his paw at the appropriate time. Of course he did, it's not like he needed to react to a sound he wasn't expecting and had no idea when or where it was coming from. Simple test. Even for someone who's a little.. dumb.
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  15. Mutt stares at the plate, then at Mauser. It takes the boy several seconds to realize what's going on when Mauser begins speaking, then he groans and hides his face half behind his paws. He is so mortified, he's forgotten that ears like this can hear things from across a room if you point them right. Mauser was listening in the whole time. There is a bevy of internal cursing as Mauser offers to be super helpful and take him around and teach him all the things he needs to know to dog properly! Except it's less an offer and more a polite ultimatum that he would never-the-less have to be stupid, crazy, rude, or some combination of the three to refuse. Teach him how to be a good dog. Yayyyyy. Mutt mrrfles and grumbles a bit as Mauser explains meat to him. He knows from meat. "I know meat. I know about the teeth. It... I just There isn't a lot of it just hanging around in most of these cities you know? And stuff..." he doesn't have a whole lot that's productive to say in response to Mauser, who is currently making him feel like he's five and daddy is explaining basic facts of life to misbehaving or inept pupper. Even though it's probably not anywhere near as condescending as his flustered brain is perceiving it. It gets even worse when he realizes that as a diamond dog he's by technicality only like... Three months old, and it would probably be wholly justified to try to teach him like he was a child. Mutt peers weakly and apologetically at Rosetta, then at Bahamut, then realizes he's been salivating all over the table ever since the food got here and snaps up a piece of chicken to gnaw on in a darting motion, because it's a time loop and he really doesn't care about manners right now, NOM. Oh gosh he's eating some kind of animal but it's so stupid good. He gnaws at the chicken for several seconds and has all the meat of his chosen piece removed from bone without ever touching it with his hands... and clicks his teeth on it a few times for good measure.