#oldpsycho

[lord-mird]

*Rounds the corner to find Mird there* Ah, there you are Mird'ika! Didn't you hear me calling? *He suddenly notices the other strill and his stony face relaxes into a smile* Well now! Have you found a friend, Mird?

Mird looked at the other strill and wagged its tail happily. An excited whine escaped from its throat and immediately a blob of drool escaped its uncontrollable lips.

Vau'buir! There you are! This is Juno!

[niner1309-archived]

Hi

Send me a 'hi' and my character will pretend to be yours.

"Oh look at me. I'm Vau- the meanest and scariest man in the universe- but I can't stop drooling over my pet strill. Not to mention how creepy I can get with the thing."

[lord-mird]

*Reaches into one of his many pockets and pulls out a crunchy cookie like treat, shaped into what would appear to be a bone to someone who had never seen a real one* Mird'ika, treat!

*The strill was at Vau's side in an instant, licking the dirt from its muzzle. Mird had just been digging in Kal's flower bed when it heard its master call out.* Vau'buir! I love you so much! Thank you!

[lord-mird]

Faceless [Mird|Vau]

Mird could feel a hunting trip was on its way. The calm excitement from Vau always indicated some sort of mission as he stood with his shoulders back, brooding over the Jedi General. Mird was being extra careful as to not to drool too much over its master's shoes as it looked up excitedly at the man, wagging its tail in anticipation. "Right then, Vau," the strill heard the low humming of Zey's voice under the desk, sounding at unease. "You head in there in disguise, neutralize the target and get out without a trace. Got it? I don't want any heroics."

[thehurtvector-blog]

Seasons Don't Fear The Reaper | @old-psycho

                    ...all alone in the woods with                                                           wolves in the dark     pleading

                                                                               little red, won't you stay...?

She couldn't say no. Hell, if'n she were to be honest, she knew she wouldn't say no. Get out of the cantina, have everything set and paid for and a warm shelter with basic needs when she got back? An upgrade from the sad ten by ten under the cantina. 

Multi-tasking had its uses, of course Manda knows she needed to learn, better, how to balance multiple appointments across more than simple comm-calls. 

And maybe having an extra pair of hands in friendly discussion at her three would keep a comfort in a place she didn't want to admit needed filling when she crossed the long-disused tracks and into years-condemned territory. Initial reports pointed to the fifty story block as clear: completely devoid of sentient life. Just scattered remains.

Scattered... fresh remains. A dumping ground, perhaps. Maybe occasionally a deadbeat would take a short trip to cross through, or use the place as his last hit before tanking over the last Force line.

Go in, survey, use your talents and assess the place.

Easy. The Cujoe clearly needed to start her on easy, and Yain refused to give idle thought to the rage that trickled down her spine at the thought. What was she? A child, incapable of simple tasks?

Yes.

The automated lift DING'd the end of it's whisk to open on Level 99 of the Refugee District. She'd originally uploaded the coordinates to one mister Old and Scary, at an open location by a well-used and populated block--one where the clinic she funded with her extra credits found itself situated. It was public enough, open enough, and she had a delivery to make as well as more than a handful of contacts in the neighboring blocks in the event he wanted his fancy firing stick immediately.

And while some concern flitted the back of her mind at whether the man intended to show up in timely manner to the meet, she decided to deal with that issue when the time came.

Even if the time approached rapidly at the turn of the next corner, to the open-air fountain situated before the dipped and scaled up entrance of the otherwise shoddy free-clinic. Her boot heels clicked, noisy across the rotten, rusted grated metal ground, and the delivery to the clinic weighed her shoulder down to the obvious limp she otherwise attempted to disguise in bad posturing.

[lord-mird]

WTF

The strill jumps as the man falls from the roof. Vau'buir! Oh no! Are you okay? You need to be okay. Mird sprints over to the man, licking his face furiously. Shh. It's okay. I'm here now.

[lord-mird]

old-psycho Mird was so proud. It was able to catch some small animal and was now trotting happily through the snow with it in it's mouth. Slipping through the open back door of homestead, the strill found his beloved master, Walon Vau, sitting in an arm chair and enjoying some delicious smelling drink. Buir! Look what I caught! I want you to have it!