No touching

“Hi Miss Otherkin!” Calls the pink fairy as she sits atop the watchdogs helmet. What are ya’ doing?” She asks peaking over kiara’s head.

@kilianthewatchdog

Kiara stops in her tracks when she hears a small voice. For a second, she wonders if she’s going insane. But a glance up, without tilting her head, reveals a figure on her helmet. Though she is startled, Kiara keeps her composer as she responds.

“Hello, Miss Fairy.” She greets her in a similar manner. “I’m just heading to take care of Kian. He’s probably waiting for me right now.”

The minuscule fairy loses her balance and falls onto her stomach when Kiara stops. Not bothering to sit back up, she propped her head up with her arm.

“Oh yeah… Ya have a pet. Al’most forgot about dat.” Cringing, she remembers when that cat picked her up with it’s mouth. Freya was not much of an animal person, especially when animals thought she was lunch. “How is your cat anyway? I have not seen him for a while.” She asks poking Kiara’s cat ear with her free hand.

As the pixie pokes Kiara’s ear, it twitches with annoyance. However, Kiara knows better than to offend a fairy, so she keeps her anger in check. “Kian isn’t a pet.” She says somewhat curtly. “He’s an animal helper. There’s a difference. Kian has responsibilities, like helping me with spellcasting. He’s not some common house cat.”

Kiara had always been a little protective of Kian, but since her uncle’s death she’d taken it up a notch. Kian is one of the last ties she has to him.

“But, since you asked, he’s doing quite well. You can come with me to see him if you’d like. I promise he won’t try to eat you.” Kiara isn’t sure she should make that promise, but she can certainly stop Kian from actually eating her.

Freya shrugs, “So, he is like your maid?” She asks, continuing to jab Kiara’s ear. Nudging the watchdogs ear gives her a slight satisfaction every time it twitches. The fairy knew she was being a pest, and she was happy to be one.

“Hmmmmmmmm.” Squinting, she debates going to see the cat. She has nothing better to do… But, that cat is not a creature she trusts. Finally, she makes up her mind. “Sure, I’ll go. But if you pull anything funny–or your cat nearly kills me–I will snatch your first born child when you are not looking.” She says half jokingly.

“I would never! He would never!” Kiara says defensively. Loosing her first born to a fairy is absolutely one of Kiara’s top five fears. Having her child replaced by a changeling is also up there. As much as Kiara loves magic, she’s equally terrified of the consequences that go with using it.

“Kian will be on his best behavior. Don’t hurt my future child.” She instinctively places a hand on her stomach as if to protect an unborn child, despite not being pregnant. She drops her hand from her stomach then clasps them both behind her back.

“Kian isn’t a maid. He’s like an apprentice.” It feels strange calling the cat an apprentice considering he is older and has more experience than she does. That’s because ‘apprentice’ isn’t the word she wants to use. What is it? This child-snatching thing has her not thinking clearly. “He helps me with my spells and such. He’s really good at- assistant!” She remembers the word she wants. “Kian is my assistant.”

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

Opening his eye wide, Kilian pops the enchanted contact on once more. He blinks a few times then looks around. Everything is in focus again. Which is soo much better. He focuses on the target for a couple of seconds, letting the magic lens do its work. He can see everything even better than other watchdogs.

Addressing Nicole, Kilian answers her questions. “I’ve never tried enchanting a target. And I don’t think it’d be very practical for training for the field. As for how many I’ve had to enchant… I’ve never had one last too long. Something always happens to break it.”

Kilian rubs the large scar on his left arm. “If it’s not that zbornak knocking me about, it’s one of the fistfighters or even Lord Hater and Commander Peepers. I’m always having te get a new one.

“It’s not really an inconvenience. I’ve been wearing a contact since before I even came here. Glasses were much easier, but they’re even worse to wear in the field.” He frowns. Kilian remembers why he switched to a contact in the first place. It hadn’t been his choice, not really.

Nicole looks up at the older watchdog curiously as he places his contact back in. She never wore a contact, but it looked very uncomfortable. Nodding her head she listens to Kilian. “Yeaah, enchanting a target seems kinda stupid, at least for this job.” She gestures towards the target.

“At least you can get new ones. I don’t know much about enchanting contacts, but I don’t think it is easy as pi.” When Kilian mentions her brother she grabs her arm and mumbles, “Sorry about him. He can be very grumpy and irate sometimes.”

“Glasses seem more hazardous than a contact. Glasses can break and hurt your eye, and they are probably more faguile than a contact.” The little watchdog glances at the target, then back at her friend. “Have you ever missed the target completely with one of those on, or is the contact very accurate?”

Had he ever missed a target? Completely? Kilian tries to remember. He’s fired a lot of shots since joining the army. A lot. And it was some time before he did start using the spell. “Well, the charm really only enhances how well I can see. The actual aiming part is still me. It’s a bit hard to explain…” Kilian searches for a good analogy. “Oh, I got it. It’s like using the “zoom” on your camera. I guess that’s the best way to describe it.

“I’ve missed the center quite a bit. After my break where I returned home for a bit, I had to get used to using the contact again. There were times I nearly missed… maybe a few times I completely missed. I don’t know. It’s not really a time I like to think about.”

That’s true. Kilian doesn’t like to think about that. There’s a lot of times in his life he doesn’t like to remember. More recent stuff though, that he doesn’t mind as much. He’s really changed lately and for the better. When he first joined, there was no way he’d agree to let someone do target practice with him. But now he couldn’t imagine saying no to such a good friend.

“Soooo, it’s like a really good contact that makes your vision 20/20, or better?” Then Nicole remembers, like most watchdogs, Kilian doesn’t like to be asked too many somewhat personal questions. “Sorry.” She mumbles. Moving on, Nicole continues, “I guess that makes sense, it’s a contact, so it should make the things you look at bigger if you need to see things bigger.”

Nicole never heard about Kilian’s break from the Skull Ship, he had left for home before the little watchdog had met him. She did not want to ask about it, and Kilian made it clear he did not want to talk about it. Assuming Kilian had to take a break because of an injury, Nicole decided to change the subject.

“So do you practice a lot?” After asking the question, the Seargent relized how stupid it sounded; especially because Kilian was a lieutenant.

#i forgot nicole didn't know him then #shooting range

“Whenever I get the chance.” Kilian downplays just how much time he practices. In reality, he’s there for any bit of free time he has. “If I’m not with Holly or my friends or doing something else I guess I end up here. I’m usually alone when I practice. I’d bring Kisa or Yuki, but they don’t like the noise.”

He doesn’t mention that he’s usually alone because not many others like him. Even though Kilian had softened up quite a bit lately, he still has a reputation with some of the others. A bad reputation. It doesn’t help that he’s easily irritated or that he’s somewhat liked by Commander Peepers.

“Have you seen Yuki lately?” Kilian asks. “She wanders around the ship in the air vents. I’ve always figured she has been visiting ya from time to time.” Although he and the Yuki have a connection, it’s not easy for him to keep track of her. And she must have a connection with Nicole as well; she was there for the ceremony after all. It only made sense that she’d be by to see the tiny watchdog.

Does kiara have the same scars that kilian does?

For the most part, yes. Kiara had the same experiences Kilian did; an abusive partner and fighting against armies/the zbornak. Same experiences = same scars.

#this was a good question!#i didn't even think about that #ooc

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

Opening his eye wide, Kilian pops the enchanted contact on once more. He blinks a few times then looks around. Everything is in focus again. Which is soo much better. He focuses on the target for a couple of seconds, letting the magic lens do its work. He can see everything even better than other watchdogs.

Addressing Nicole, Kilian answers her questions. “I’ve never tried enchanting a target. And I don’t think it’d be very practical for training for the field. As for how many I’ve had to enchant… I’ve never had one last too long. Something always happens to break it.”

Kilian rubs the large scar on his left arm. “If it’s not that zbornak knocking me about, it’s one of the fistfighters or even Lord Hater and Commander Peepers. I’m always having te get a new one.

“It’s not really an inconvenience. I’ve been wearing a contact since before I even came here. Glasses were much easier, but they’re even worse to wear in the field.” He frowns. Kilian remembers why he switched to a contact in the first place. It hadn’t been his choice, not really.

Nicole looks up at the older watchdog curiously as he places his contact back in. She never wore a contact, but it looked very uncomfortable. Nodding her head she listens to Kilian. “Yeaah, enchanting a target seems kinda stupid, at least for this job.” She gestures towards the target.

“At least you can get new ones. I don’t know much about enchanting contacts, but I don’t think it is easy as pi.” When Kilian mentions her brother she grabs her arm and mumbles, “Sorry about him. He can be very grumpy and irate sometimes.”

“Glasses seem more hazardous than a contact. Glasses can break and hurt your eye, and they are probably more faguile than a contact.” The little watchdog glances at the target, then back at her friend. “Have you ever missed the target completely with one of those on, or is the contact very accurate?”

Had he ever missed a target? Completely? Kilian tries to remember. He’s fired a lot of shots since joining the army. A lot. And it was some time before he did start using the spell. “Well, the charm really only enhances how well I can see. The actual aiming part is still me. It’s a bit hard to explain...” Kilian searches for a good analogy. “Oh, I got it. It’s like using the “zoom” on your camera. I guess that’s the best way to describe it.

“I’ve missed the center quite a bit. After my break where I returned home for a bit, I had to get used to using the contact again. There were times I nearly missed... maybe a few times I completely missed. I don’t know. It’s not really a time I like to think about.”

That’s true. Kilian doesn’t like to think about that. There’s a lot of times in his life he doesn’t like to remember. More recent stuff though, that he doesn’t mind as much. He’s really changed lately and for the better. When he first joined, there was no way he’d agree to let someone do target practice with him. But now he couldn’t imagine saying no to such a good friend.

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

Opening his eye wide, Kilian pops the enchanted contact on once more. He blinks a few times then looks around. Everything is in focus again. Which is soo much better. He focuses on the target for a couple of seconds, letting the magic lens do its work. He can see everything even better than other watchdogs.

Addressing Nicole, Kilian answers her questions. “I’ve never tried enchanting a target. And I don’t think it’d be very practical for training for the field. As for how many I’ve had to enchant... I’ve never had one last too long. Something always happens to break it.”

Kilian rubs the large scar on his left arm. “If it’s not that zbornak knocking me about, it’s one of the fistfighters or even Lord Hater and Commander Peepers. I’m always having te get a new one.

“It’s not really an inconvenience. I’ve been wearing a contact since before I even came here. Glasses were much easier, but they’re even worse to wear in the field.” He frowns. Kilian remembers why he switched to a contact in the first place. It hadn’t been his choice, not really.

“Hi Miss Otherkin!” Calls the pink fairy as she sits atop the watchdogs helmet. What are ya’ doing?” She asks peaking over kiara’s head.

@kilianthewatchdog

Kiara stops in her tracks when she hears a small voice. For a second, she wonders if she’s going insane. But a glance up, without tilting her head, reveals a figure on her helmet. Though she is startled, Kiara keeps her composer as she responds.

“Hello, Miss Fairy.” She greets her in a similar manner. “I’m just heading to take care of Kian. He’s probably waiting for me right now.”

The minuscule fairy loses her balance and falls onto her stomach when Kiara stops. Not bothering to sit back up, she propped her head up with her arm.

“Oh yeah… Ya have a pet. Al’most forgot about dat.” Cringing, she remembers when that cat picked her up with it’s mouth. Freya was not much of an animal person, especially when animals thought she was lunch. “How is your cat anyway? I have not seen him for a while.” She asks poking Kiara’s cat ear with her free hand.

As the pixie pokes Kiara’s ear, it twitches with annoyance. However, Kiara knows better than to offend a fairy, so she keeps her anger in check. “Kian isn’t a pet.” She says somewhat curtly. “He’s an animal helper. There’s a difference. Kian has responsibilities, like helping me with spellcasting. He’s not some common house cat.”

Kiara had always been a little protective of Kian, but since her uncle’s death she’d taken it up a notch. Kian is one of the last ties she has to him.

“But, since you asked, he’s doing quite well. You can come with me to see him if you’d like. I promise he won’t try to eat you.” Kiara isn’t sure she should make that promise, but she can certainly stop Kian from actually eating her.

“Hi Miss Otherkin!” Calls the pink fairy as she sits atop the watchdogs helmet. What are ya’ doing?” She asks peaking over kiara’s head.

@kilianthewatchdog

#don't mind at all #sent me as many starters as you'd like

Kiara stops in her tracks when she hears a small voice. For a second, she wonders if she’s going insane. But a glance up, without tilting her head, reveals a figure on her helmet. Though she is startled, Kiara keeps her composer as she responds.

“Hello, Miss Fairy.” She greets her in a similar manner. “I’m just heading to take care of Kian. He’s probably waiting for me right now.”

Genderbend AU

The genderbend au is open!

You now can roleplay with Kiara and his animal helpers Kian and Yuki.

Whether you want to genderswap your own muse or just have them cross over into the alternate universe is up to you.

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

“Thank you, Kilian!” *Nicole closed her eye happily and steadied her blaster.* “I-I rarely practice be-because I-I am almost never around any battles. Even when I-I am, I-I am not part of th-the fight.” *She glances at the target then back at her blaster.*My-my brother told me to start practicing, so I-I can defend myself.” *She narrowed her eye. And fired 4 times. The first three hit the outer rings, but the last one hit dead center.* *The tiny watchdog blushes full of embarrassment.* “I-I guess I-I am a little rusty.”

“Not at all.” Kiian tries to hide the surprise in his voice. “I think you’re better than most of the watchdogs I serve alongside.” Kilian aims toward his target. Though, she’s not quite as good as he is. He fires four times as well; the first lands in the center, the other three each hit the outer rings. Letting his arm rest at his side, Kilian grins at the burn patterns on both targets. They’re identical now.

“Most o’ them can’t even hit the second ring.” Kilian points to some of the other watchdogs in the room. They’re missing most of the shots they take. One accidentally hits a fellow watchdog instead of the target. “See what I mean?”

“R-Really?” Closing her eye, the tiny watchdog blushes apron hearing the compliment. “Th-Thank you!”

*She blinks surprised when Kilian misses; she had watched Kilian in the shooting range one other time and he did not miss a single shot. Only after glancing at her target, Nicole then realizes the two targets look the same. “Did you do that on purpose!?” She gasps. The Sargent did not know any watchdog was capable of doing that. Nicole looks up at the older watchdog impressed with what he had done.

Looking down at the ground the little watchdog nods her head when Kilian explains the other soldiers are not as good at using blasters. “Poor Garry.” She mumbles after seeing the other watchdog get shot. “I-I guess you have a point, but they are trying their best! It is hard to do this job, especially when it is mundane.”

“You’d think practice would make them better.” Kilian sighs.

He calls out to the other watchdogs. “Hey! Stop pointing the blaster at each other and aim for the flarpin’ target! And Garry! Don’t stand near the target! That’s why you keep getting hit!”

Kilian lowers his voice back to normal as he readdresses Nicole. “If they don’t get any better, Commander Peepers will pay me a visit. Ugh, and no one wants a visit from that-” Kilian remembers whom he’s talking to and stops before he says something really bad. He coughs awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Not sure of what to do next, Kilian decides to just focus back on the bullseye. He found that focusing on one thing calms him. It also keeps him from saying stupid or hurtful things. Kilian shoots at the target. He hits it each time but misses dead center.

Nicole was unfazed by Kilian’s hollering. She didn’t mind when other people yelled; she heard Peepers’ constant yelling throughout the Skull ship quite often.

Feeling a little down, Nicole awkwardly fumbles with her blaster. She did not appreciate what Kilian had said, or rather didn’t say about her big brother. It hurt. Of course the little watchdog had heard similar things before. Almost every soldier has a slight disdain for the Commander. She couldn’t blame them of course: Peepers was a jerk. He was not a kind boss, and he was very temperamental. But, he was always kind to his sister. He practically raised her.

Nicole was quiet for a few moments before she murmurs “It’s fine.” She looks over at Kilian, her eyes were a little watery. “I-I really don’t want you to get in trouble. Do you think Commander Peepers will be mad at you.”

Though he stops firing, Kilian drops neither the blaster nor his gaze from the target. He speaks to Nicole but stays facing the bullseye. “Mad at me? Nah, I don’t think so. Your brother’s always,” he doesn’t think liked would be an appropriate word, “tolorated me. I do my job, and I do it well.” Kilian sighs loudly. He repeats the phrase, almost as if he’s convincing himself to keep at it. “I do my job, and I do it well.”

Kilian squeezes the trigger and fires again. He hits the center ring this time.

“I do it quite well.” Smiles Kilian. He’s obviously proud of his work. Proud of his accuracy. Suddenly, he turns towards Nicole, lowering the blaster as he does so. He has a smile, like he’s hiding something.

“Hey, do you,” he glances over to the other watchdogs and lowers his voice so they can’t listen in on their conversation. “Do you want to know why I’m so good?”

The little watchdog’s worries partially ease after Kilian explains Peepers will most likely not be upset. Partially. Peepers deals with a lot of watchdogs, and most of said watchdogs are one wrong move away from getting strangled by their Commander. Kilian seems too qualified to be considered in that group. Still, Nicoke feels a little anxious about the situation. But, if Kilian believes he has a decent bond with the Peepers, than why should Nicole worry? BECAUSE Nicole worries about everything, especially things regarding those she cares about.

Seeing Kilian proud causes Nicole to close her eye happily. He should be proud; Kilian was one of the most skilled watchdogs she knows. Nicole had spent the majority of her life around blasters and she could only make decent shots, Kilian on the other paw can make great shots.

Kilian’s smile seems a little odd to the little watchdog, and him glancing around only causes Nicole’s curiosity to ignite. Sensing the importance of the conversation Nicole speaks softer. “Yes, I-I would really like to know why.” The Sargent turns around to make sure no one is listening, then looks back at Kilian.

#omg i've been waiting sooo long to reveal this #one of kili's biggest secrets #less than 5 others know #shooting range

“Truth is,” Kilian starts, keeping his voice low, “I’m really a lousy shot. I’m only this good because of my enchanted contact lens.” He pops the contact off of his eye to show to Nicole that he is indeed wearing one.

“I’m seriously near-sited. Maybe one of the most near-sited watchdogs on the Skullship, I can’t say for sure.” He looks at Nicole. Even though they’re standing at a relatively close distance, she has a bit of a blur to her. “But even with a regular lens, my aim would still be terrible. Before coming here, I’d never even held a blaster. And I certainly never shot one.”

Kilian once again faces the target. All it is is a blurry splotch of color. Turning to look at the rest of the room, all he sees is more blurry blobs of color. Finally, he’s looking at Nicole. “Without this,” he gives the contact a small shake, “or I guess, without the enchantment, I’d never hit the target.”

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

“Thank you, Kilian!” *Nicole closed her eye happily and steadied her blaster.* “I-I rarely practice be-because I-I am almost never around any battles. Even when I-I am, I-I am not part of th-the fight.” *She glances at the target then back at her blaster.*My-my brother told me to start practicing, so I-I can defend myself.” *She narrowed her eye. And fired 4 times. The first three hit the outer rings, but the last one hit dead center.* *The tiny watchdog blushes full of embarrassment.* “I-I guess I-I am a little rusty.”

“Not at all.” Kiian tries to hide the surprise in his voice. “I think you’re better than most of the watchdogs I serve alongside.” Kilian aims toward his target. Though, she’s not quite as good as he is. He fires four times as well; the first lands in the center, the other three each hit the outer rings. Letting his arm rest at his side, Kilian grins at the burn patterns on both targets. They’re identical now.

“Most o’ them can’t even hit the second ring.” Kilian points to some of the other watchdogs in the room. They’re missing most of the shots they take. One accidentally hits a fellow watchdog instead of the target. “See what I mean?”

“R-Really?” Closing her eye, the tiny watchdog blushes apron hearing the compliment. “Th-Thank you!”

*She blinks surprised when Kilian misses; she had watched Kilian in the shooting range one other time and he did not miss a single shot. Only after glancing at her target, Nicole then realizes the two targets look the same. “Did you do that on purpose!?” She gasps. The Sargent did not know any watchdog was capable of doing that. Nicole looks up at the older watchdog impressed with what he had done.

Looking down at the ground the little watchdog nods her head when Kilian explains the other soldiers are not as good at using blasters. “Poor Garry.” She mumbles after seeing the other watchdog get shot. “I-I guess you have a point, but they are trying their best! It is hard to do this job, especially when it is mundane.”

“You’d think practice would make them better.” Kilian sighs.

He calls out to the other watchdogs. “Hey! Stop pointing the blaster at each other and aim for the flarpin’ target! And Garry! Don’t stand near the target! That’s why you keep getting hit!”

Kilian lowers his voice back to normal as he readdresses Nicole. “If they don’t get any better, Commander Peepers will pay me a visit. Ugh, and no one wants a visit from that-” Kilian remembers whom he’s talking to and stops before he says something really bad. He coughs awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Not sure of what to do next, Kilian decides to just focus back on the bullseye. He found that focusing on one thing calms him. It also keeps him from saying stupid or hurtful things. Kilian shoots at the target. He hits it each time but misses dead center.

Nicole was unfazed by Kilian’s hollering. She didn’t mind when other people yelled; she heard Peepers’ constant yelling throughout the Skull ship quite often.

Feeling a little down, Nicole awkwardly fumbles with her blaster. She did not appreciate what Kilian had said, or rather didn’t say about her big brother. It hurt. Of course the little watchdog had heard similar things before. Almost every soldier has a slight disdain for the Commander. She couldn’t blame them of course: Peepers was a jerk. He was not a kind boss, and he was very temperamental. But, he was always kind to his sister. He practically raised her.

Nicole was quiet for a few moments before she murmurs “It’s fine.” She looks over at Kilian, her eyes were a little watery. “I-I really don’t want you to get in trouble. Do you think Commander Peepers will be mad at you.”

Though he stops firing, Kilian drops neither the blaster nor his gaze from the target. He speaks to Nicole but stays facing the bullseye. "Mad at me? Nah, I don't think so. Your brother's always," he doesn't think liked would be an appropriate word, "tolorated me. I do my job, and I do it well." Kilian sighs loudly. He repeats the phrase, almost as if he's convincing himself to keep at it. "I do my job, and I do it well."

Kilian squeezes the trigger and fires again. He hits the center ring this time.

"I do it quite well." Smiles Kilian. He's obviously proud of his work. Proud of his accuracy. Suddenly, he turns towards Nicole, lowering the blaster as he does so. He has a smile, like he's hiding something.

"Hey, do you," he glances over to the other watchdogs and lowers his voice so they can't listen in on their conversation. "Do you want to know why I'm so good?"

#Shooting Range

art-by-neko

Genderbent Kilian!

🍀Kiara O'Brien 🍀

Besides sounding similar, Kiara means small/dark and Kilian means small/fierce.

While she still dresses like a cat, Kiara’s set is a much darker orange than Kilians.

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

“Thank you, Kilian!” *Nicole closed her eye happily and steadied her blaster.* “I-I rarely practice be-because I-I am almost never around any battles. Even when I-I am, I-I am not part of th-the fight.” *She glances at the target then back at her blaster.*My-my brother told me to start practicing, so I-I can defend myself.” *She narrowed her eye. And fired 4 times. The first three hit the outer rings, but the last one hit dead center.* *The tiny watchdog blushes full of embarrassment.* “I-I guess I-I am a little rusty.”

“Not at all.” Kiian tries to hide the surprise in his voice. “I think you’re better than most of the watchdogs I serve alongside.” Kilian aims toward his target. Though, she’s not quite as good as he is. He fires four times as well; the first lands in the center, the other three each hit the outer rings. Letting his arm rest at his side, Kilian grins at the burn patterns on both targets. They’re identical now.

“Most o’ them can’t even hit the second ring.” Kilian points to some of the other watchdogs in the room. They’re missing most of the shots they take. One accidentally hits a fellow watchdog instead of the target. “See what I mean?”

“R-Really?” Closing her eye, the tiny watchdog blushes apron hearing the compliment. “Th-Thank you!”

*She blinks surprised when Kilian misses; she had watched Kilian in the shooting range one other time and he did not miss a single shot. Only after glancing at her target, Nicole then realizes the two targets look the same. “Did you do that on purpose!?” She gasps. The Sargent did not know any watchdog was capable of doing that. Nicole looks up at the older watchdog impressed with what he had done.

Looking down at the ground the little watchdog nods her head when Kilian explains the other soldiers are not as good at using blasters. “Poor Garry.” She mumbles after seeing the other watchdog get shot. “I-I guess you have a point, but they are trying their best! It is hard to do this job, especially when it is mundane.”

“You’d think practice would make them better.” Kilian sighs.

He calls out to the other watchdogs. “Hey! Stop pointing the blaster at each other and aim for the flarpin’ target! And Garry! Don’t stand near the target! That’s why you keep getting hit!”

Kilian lowers his voice back to normal as he readdresses Nicole. “If they don’t get any better, Commander Peepers will pay me a visit. Ugh, and no one wants a visit from that-” Kilian remembers whom he’s talking to and stops before he says something really bad. He coughs awkwardly. “Sorry.”

Not sure of what to do next, Kilian decides to just focus back on the bullseye. He found that focusing on one thing calms him. It also keeps him from saying stupid or hurtful things. Kilian shoots at the target. He hits it each time but misses dead center.

If you could how many cats would you like to own?

“Some people aspire to have as many cats as they can. Other’s want more. For me, it’s not about the number of cats, it’s about who they are. I’d be happy with a hundred or a thousand cats in my care. But I’d be just as content with just one.” Kilian scratches behind Kisa’s ears. The mint tortoiseshell purrs softly. “One is all I really need.”

#kilian answers

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Send 🥀 to find my muse, near death, in an unfamiliar place!

Alternatively, send 🥀+reverse for my muse’s reaction to finding yours like that!

*Nicole begrudgingly marched into the shooting gallery. She picked up one of the small blasters on the rack and sighed. Her older brother advised her to get some practice. Glancing around she noticed the green eyed watchdog. With a smile on her face Nicole walked up to him.* “Hi Kilian! Mind if I practice with you?”

Kilian had only arrived a mere moment before Nicole. He’d hung up his paw gloves in favor of the standard issue ones; they’re just better for handling blasters. He’d also taken off his helmet and hung it on the same hook; the super-sensitive ears made the blaster fire too loud for him.

It was just as Kilian was getting settled in front of a target that Nicole approached him. Normally, he’d send another watchdog away or ignore them entirely. But not someone he actually likes.

With a smile, Kilian responds, “Course you can! Don’t usually see you at the shooting range.”

“Thank you, Kilian!” *Nicole closed her eye happily and steadied her blaster.* “I-I rarely practice be-because I-I am almost never around any battles. Even when I-I am, I-I am not part of th-the fight.” *She glances at the target then back at her blaster.*My-my brother told me to start practicing, so I-I can defend myself.” *She narrowed her eye. And fired 4 times. The first three hit the outer rings, but the last one hit dead center.* *The tiny watchdog blushes full of embarrassment.* “I-I guess I-I am a little rusty.”

“Not at all.” Kiian tries to hide the surprise in his voice. “I think you’re better than most of the watchdogs I serve alongside.” Kilian aims toward his target. Though, she’s not quite as good as he is. He fires four times as well; the first lands in the center, the other three each hit the outer rings. Letting his arm rest at his side, Kilian grins at the burn patterns on both targets. They’re identical now.

“Most o’ them can’t even hit the second ring.” Kilian points to some of the other watchdogs in the room. They’re missing most of the shots they take. One accidentally hits a fellow watchdog instead of the target. “See what I mean?”

Is 🥀 just an one off rp or did something serious happen?

It’s just a one-off thing. As a foot soldier, Kilian is always getting injured in some way or another. This time, it’s just a little more serious.