[jackshvck]

i got an animal inside of me

[jugheadcentral]

Cole Sprouse as Jughead Jones in RIVERDALE (2017 - PRESENT) Season 6, Episode 18: Biblical

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Desert Winds RP @deadpeg4sus

Dusty, that’s the only way to describe the air that day, it’s dusty and dry and Dogteeth swears he can feel it settling on his skin. He’s sitting at the counter in the diner, sipping a flat can of soda, currently in human form and awake since before dawn. He’s been listening to the wind outside on this particularly gusty day, it’s not enough for sandstorm, but still going to disturb things out there.

”Did you want me to take watch again tonight?”

He asked suddenly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Party, the red walks quietly sure, but Dogteeth can still hear even a slight scuff of a boot on the diner’s old flooring.

“You said something to Kobra about Draculoid activity being high right now.”

The conversation hadn’t been to the dark haired young man but it’d still been hard to miss the killjoy when he spoke with his brother earlier in the back room.

But it’s an advantage of being able to shift, last night he’d rested but the last few Dogteeth has sat on the roof like a shadow watching the horizon all night.

Because the crude home-made permiter alarm hasn’t been working properly, and from the dog side he apparently has an instinctive need to protect his spot and the people in it now that he’s found it, especially the red, who’d had offered him the chance in the first place.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party seems caught off-guard, but not exactly defensive—the extra help is quite appreciated, frankly, but they’d be lying if they said that they weren’t expecting Dog to speak up about the whole thing.

“Yeah, I did… it’s been especially irritating lately, dealing with ‘em… I heard younger killjoys are getting injured by them out in the farther parts of the zones.”

Party watches the other rebel with inquisitive eyes—it had been quite a while since they got to know each other, but that didn’t stop the killjoy from being interested in the new recruit… their powers were especially enrapturing, with how “peculiar” they were.

“You’d really be up to helping, Dogteeth?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Yeah, he’d be up for helping, gives him a bit of purpose, especially if it garners any sort of positive attention from the red. “Mhmm, that’s why I offered.” It’s not like hadn’t already been keeping watch every night anyway.

“Besides, I kinda hate to see such a pretty face look so worried about something.” Dog gets up from the counter chair he’d been sat in, tossing the empty soda can he’d been drinking from into a box marked ‘recYclE’ because sure, while the diner has stuff everywhere, the last thing he’s going to do is add to it.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party blushes a bit at the compliment, huffing as they cross their arms gently. It’s not that they can’t handle compliments well—well, maybe it is, but why would they ever admit that? They can only hope that Dogteeth didn’t notice.

They push themselves off the edge of the counter, and begin to gather whatever supplies they need. It’s mostly just their ray gun, some cans of food, a pocket first-aid kit… seriously, the necessities.

They watch Dogteeth with a look in their eye—something curious, something longing, and a third mysterious thing that they can’t put their finger on. “Need to grab anything?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Other than your waist?” That was a rather smooth reply, or so Dog thinks anyway, making sure to punctuate the point by brushing past Party. ”I just need my bag.”

but it’s not like he’s really going to need much, it just makes him feel safer just carrying the comfort item. But it’s near the door anyway, they can just grab it in their way out. Where Dog is already walking, he grabs it easy enough, before stepping out into the bright sun. Dogteeth shields his eyes as they adjust to the light, but he’s waiting for Party, he’s the only one with the keys for the car.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party smirks, and gives Dog a once-over at the flirt.

“Mmm, that only works if you follow through on it, y’know.” When Dog passes them, Party plants a quick kiss on the side of his head, and smiles impishly when he looks at them. Fairs fair!

Party finally starts getting their stuff together—a small bag with some emergency supplies—and their water canteen, and slips their jacket on before pulling the bag straps over their head. They ensure that the car keys are in their pocket before they peel out, passing Dogteeth through the doorway and making their way to the car, unlocking it swiftly.

“Y’gonna call shotgun?” It’s a pretty useless thing to do, considering it’s just the two of them, but Party still finds the joke funny anyway.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Fair is fair yes, but now Dogteeth is wishing he could pull his hat down over his face just to hide the blush the kiss had caused. That stupid squish has been growing into a full on crush. Once they have what’s needed Dog drops his bag onto the cars back seat, through an open window, before pulling open the passenger side door. “Shotgun” he laughs, as the door swings wide.

After a few seconds a black shepherd jumps up to sit in the seat, tugging on a rope that closes the door specifically put there because every is sick of closing the door for him after a switch. But if you thought he wasn’t going to go along with his head out of the window you would be severely mistaken…besides dog’s don’t blush or have crushes, so he won’t be spending the next, witch knows however long staring at Party instead of anywhere else.

[stswitchblades]

Party slides into the driver’s seat, only to be met with that familiar black shepherd. They laugh, and ruffle Dog’s head; they make sure to get behind the ears, and plant another kiss on his snout gently.

They turn over the car engine, the Trans Am revving to life with a gentle purr; they smile wide, and look to Dog—who’s already staring out the window and staring out into the distance. How cute.

“Ready?” Party shoots—they don’t wait for Dog to reply, though, as they slam their foot on the gas and allow the car to carry them to their destination. Party opens up the middle pedestal between the front seats, rummaging through and grabbing a map. The splay it across the steering wheel, and use a finger to trace the roads as they keep their foot on the gas.

“Excited that you’re comin’ with me, Doggy?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That is SO dangerous. Dog is wide eyed, they’re speeding and Party is trying to read a map at the same time.

He turns his head to the window and then at the beautiful moron in the drivers seat. He’ll have time to go along with the wind in his face some other time, right now there’s more pressing matters like watching Party doing a stupid thing. ”Give me that!” When had he shifted in a shimmer of light, even Dog isn’t sure, but he’s suddenly snatching the map from the other man’s hands and holding it up intently. He had no idea where they were going but at least they might not crash now.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party tuts dramatically, throwing a glance at the now-human Dog as they drive with their eyes on the road.

“C’mon, there’s literally nothing for miles!” They sigh, reaching over to ruffle Dog’s hair (again). They do slow down a bit, and they glance over at the map for a second at a time while they drive. “Can you at least tell me what monument I’m turning at?”

They grab their sunglasses from the dashboard, throwing them on and pressing the visor down to keep the sun out of their face; all the windows remain down, and the wind musses their artificially-red hair.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dog finds his hair ruffled, pulling his hat back in place properly once Party had both hands back on the wheel…there might be nothing for miles but one pothole and the car would easily flip like a mouse in a wheel. His eyes scan the map, he can see where Party had marked off key locations, the diner, the place they’re heading to and so on.

“If we just left going east we need to pass the captain.”

It’s an old statue, a guy on a bronze horse, had once stood in the middle of a town that isn’t there anymore, completely wiped out by the war, but the statue remains. At least, Dog hopes that is right, he’s never really read a map before. ”They look good on you-“ the sunglasses, shit, if Dog had a brain he’d be dangerous, but instead all he does is try and flirt in some awkward kind of way.

[jugheadcentral]

Cole Sprouse as Jughead Jones in RIVERDALE (2017 - PRESENT) Season 6, Episode 18: Biblical

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Desert Winds RP @deadpeg4sus

Dusty, that’s the only way to describe the air that day, it’s dusty and dry and Dogteeth swears he can feel it settling on his skin. He’s sitting at the counter in the diner, sipping a flat can of soda, currently in human form and awake since before dawn. He’s been listening to the wind outside on this particularly gusty day, it’s not enough for sandstorm, but still going to disturb things out there.

”Did you want me to take watch again tonight?”

He asked suddenly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Party, the red walks quietly sure, but Dogteeth can still hear even a slight scuff of a boot on the diner’s old flooring.

“You said something to Kobra about Draculoid activity being high right now.”

The conversation hadn’t been to the dark haired young man but it’d still been hard to miss the killjoy when he spoke with his brother earlier in the back room.

But it’s an advantage of being able to shift, last night he’d rested but the last few Dogteeth has sat on the roof like a shadow watching the horizon all night.

Because the crude home-made permiter alarm hasn’t been working properly, and from the dog side he apparently has an instinctive need to protect his spot and the people in it now that he’s found it, especially the red, who’d had offered him the chance in the first place.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party seems caught off-guard, but not exactly defensive—the extra help is quite appreciated, frankly, but they’d be lying if they said that they weren’t expecting Dog to speak up about the whole thing.

“Yeah, I did… it’s been especially irritating lately, dealing with ‘em… I heard younger killjoys are getting injured by them out in the farther parts of the zones.”

Party watches the other rebel with inquisitive eyes—it had been quite a while since they got to know each other, but that didn’t stop the killjoy from being interested in the new recruit… their powers were especially enrapturing, with how “peculiar” they were.

“You’d really be up to helping, Dogteeth?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Yeah, he’d be up for helping, gives him a bit of purpose, especially if it garners any sort of positive attention from the red. “Mhmm, that’s why I offered.” It’s not like hadn’t already been keeping watch every night anyway.

“Besides, I kinda hate to see such a pretty face look so worried about something.” Dog gets up from the counter chair he’d been sat in, tossing the empty soda can he’d been drinking from into a box marked ‘recYclE’ because sure, while the diner has stuff everywhere, the last thing he’s going to do is add to it.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party blushes a bit at the compliment, huffing as they cross their arms gently. It’s not that they can’t handle compliments well—well, maybe it is, but why would they ever admit that? They can only hope that Dogteeth didn’t notice.

They push themselves off the edge of the counter, and begin to gather whatever supplies they need. It’s mostly just their ray gun, some cans of food, a pocket first-aid kit… seriously, the necessities.

They watch Dogteeth with a look in their eye—something curious, something longing, and a third mysterious thing that they can’t put their finger on. “Need to grab anything?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Other than your waist?” That was a rather smooth reply, or so Dog thinks anyway, making sure to punctuate the point by brushing past Party. ”I just need my bag.”

but it’s not like he’s really going to need much, it just makes him feel safer just carrying the comfort item. But it’s near the door anyway, they can just grab it in their way out. Where Dog is already walking, he grabs it easy enough, before stepping out into the bright sun. Dogteeth shields his eyes as they adjust to the light, but he’s waiting for Party, he’s the only one with the keys for the car.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party smirks, and gives Dog a once-over at the flirt.

“Mmm, that only works if you follow through on it, y’know.” When Dog passes them, Party plants a quick kiss on the side of his head, and smiles impishly when he looks at them. Fairs fair!

Party finally starts getting their stuff together—a small bag with some emergency supplies—and their water canteen, and slips their jacket on before pulling the bag straps over their head. They ensure that the car keys are in their pocket before they peel out, passing Dogteeth through the doorway and making their way to the car, unlocking it swiftly.

“Y’gonna call shotgun?” It’s a pretty useless thing to do, considering it’s just the two of them, but Party still finds the joke funny anyway.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Fair is fair yes, but now Dogteeth is wishing he could pull his hat down over his face just to hide the blush the kiss had caused. That stupid squish has been growing into a full on crush. Once they have what’s needed Dog drops his bag onto the cars back seat, through an open window, before pulling open the passenger side door. “Shotgun” he laughs, as the door swings wide.

After a few seconds a black shepherd jumps up to sit in the seat, tugging on a rope that closes the door specifically put there because every is sick of closing the door for him after a switch. But if you thought he wasn’t going to go along with his head out of the window you would be severely mistaken…besides dog’s don’t blush or have crushes, so he won’t be spending the next, witch knows however long staring at Party instead of anywhere else.

[stswitchblades]

Party slides into the driver’s seat, only to be met with that familiar black shepherd. They laugh, and ruffle Dog’s head; they make sure to get behind the ears, and plant another kiss on his snout gently.

They turn over the car engine, the Trans Am revving to life with a gentle purr; they smile wide, and look to Dog—who’s already staring out the window and staring out into the distance. How cute.

“Ready?” Party shoots—they don’t wait for Dog to reply, though, as they slam their foot on the gas and allow the car to carry them to their destination. Party opens up the middle pedestal between the front seats, rummaging through and grabbing a map. The splay it across the steering wheel, and use a finger to trace the roads as they keep their foot on the gas.

“Excited that you’re comin’ with me, Doggy?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That is SO dangerous. Dog is wide eyed, they’re speeding and Party is trying to read a map at the same time.

He turns his head to the window and then at the beautiful moron in the drivers seat. He’ll have time to go along with the wind in his face some other time, right now there’s more pressing matters like watching Party doing a stupid thing. ”Give me that!” When had he shifted in a shimmer of light, even Dog isn’t sure, but he’s suddenly snatching the map from the other man’s hands and holding it up intently. He had no idea where they were going but at least they might not crash now.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“It’s refreshing.” He talks loud, above the volume of the growing downpour, the urge to switch forms to play a little more carefree in the puddles growing.

But right now he’s looking at Jet again, the water on the man’s skin causing the greenish light of the stormy weather to cause some definition in various area that Dog realises, his eyes are lingering a little too long on. Best just look at the floor, keep your eyes on the floor, he mentally tells himself watching water swirl around his feet, he lifts his head again, eyes on the distant lightning. ”Is it ok if I let the dog out-“ Dogteeth has to ask, feels suddenly switching might ruin the atmosphere they’ve got. But that side of his mind, the canine he shares a brain with, it just wants to have fun too.

[the-jet-star]

Jet notices Dog eyeing him and then looking down at the ground. “Hey, man, if you want me to put some pants on, I can.” He doesn’t want Dog to be uncomfortable. They haven’t known each other that long, and while Jet finds the man attractive, it’s not like him to openly flirt with anyone.

There’s a flash of lightning and thunder claps 30 seconds later. The lightning’s still far away, and Jet’s totally going to take advantage and stay out until he’s shivering. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks over at Dog when he asks the question.

“You don’t have to fucking ask,” Jet laughs. “Fucking go for it.” 

He then starts spinning in circles and laughing. He feels like a kid again, playing in water and not having a care in the world. He’s even in his damn underwear, for fuck’s sake. He stops when he gets dizzy and sways from side to side as the dizziness subsides. He then starts splashing in the puddles.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Oh if only Jet knew the absolute fucking mess they were about to get into, it between the seconds of a lightning strike when everything is bright, that dog shifts. The human replaced by a large black shepherd, who seems far more equipped to deal with the weather than the human side of its brain… Although any sensible thoughts it might have had in there go completely out the window when the urge to roll in the mud builds to a point where he has to simply just flop over onto one side in the nearest large puddle. Snorting and snuffing around as the cool gloopy mess soaks into a double coat and soothes skin which is usually overheated by the desert Sun,

[the-jet-star]

Jet blinks at Dog, who is no longer in human form and can’t help but laugh as he watches the fun he’s having. As the other cakes himself in mud, Jet starts to bound from puddle to puddle before slipping and falling flat on his ass. He slides a little a wiggles around as he tries to get himself upright again. 

“Fuck,” he holds still and settles on just laying in the mud and letting the rain fall around him. He closes his eyes and pretends he’s floating in a river somewhere with a waterfall. As if on cue, the rain starts pouring down harder, and Jet opens his mouth to taste some of the water before spitting it back out in a spray. 

He can hear Dog somewhere rolling around and blinks his eyes open before sitting up to watch him. He’s absolutely drenched in mud and he knows he’s gonna have to help clean that up before the go back inside. But it’s nice to see him having fun. Enjoying the rain is a rare occurrence after all. 

In the distance he can see headlights slowly making their way toward them and he sees the distinguishable Trans Am headed toward them. “Idiots are gonna get fuckin’ stuck.” Jet mumbles as if he wasn’t currently just slipping all over himself. But a car is different. It’ll just dig itself deeper into the ground once it gets stuck and it’ll be nearly impossible to get it out until it dries and they pack some hard debris under the tires.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

One thing that isn’t slipping over is Dog though, four legs better than two as he dashes to Jet, practically jumping on him and knocking him flat into the mud again. The shapeshifter can see the car too, it’s back end fishtailing on a particularly bad soggy stretch, but then it just, stops, and he can hear the tires screeching from here. Jet was right, they are stuck. Dog barks, should they go help or just, the mud is nice, Dogteeth might just try and dissolve into it.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“It’s refreshing.” He talks loud, above the volume of the growing downpour, the urge to switch forms to play a little more carefree in the puddles growing.

But right now he’s looking at Jet again, the water on the man’s skin causing the greenish light of the stormy weather to cause some definition in various area that Dog realises, his eyes are lingering a little too long on. Best just look at the floor, keep your eyes on the floor, he mentally tells himself watching water swirl around his feet, he lifts his head again, eyes on the distant lightning. ”Is it ok if I let the dog out-“ Dogteeth has to ask, feels suddenly switching might ruin the atmosphere they’ve got. But that side of his mind, the canine he shares a brain with, it just wants to have fun too.

[the-jet-star]

Jet notices Dog eyeing him and then looking down at the ground. “Hey, man, if you want me to put some pants on, I can.” He doesn’t want Dog to be uncomfortable. They haven’t known each other that long, and while Jet finds the man attractive, it’s not like him to openly flirt with anyone.

There’s a flash of lightning and thunder claps 30 seconds later. The lightning’s still far away, and Jet’s totally going to take advantage and stay out until he’s shivering. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks over at Dog when he asks the question.

“You don’t have to fucking ask,” Jet laughs. “Fucking go for it.” 

He then starts spinning in circles and laughing. He feels like a kid again, playing in water and not having a care in the world. He’s even in his damn underwear, for fuck’s sake. He stops when he gets dizzy and sways from side to side as the dizziness subsides. He then starts splashing in the puddles.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Oh if only Jet knew the absolute fucking mess they were about to get into, it between the seconds of a lightning strike when everything is bright, that dog shifts. The human replaced by a large black shepherd, who seems far more equipped to deal with the weather than the human side of its brain… Although any sensible thoughts it might have had in there go completely out the window when the urge to roll in the mud builds to a point where he has to simply just flop over onto one side in the nearest large puddle. Snorting and snuffing around as the cool gloopy mess soaks into a double coat and soothes skin which is usually overheated by the desert Sun,

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Desert Winds RP @deadpeg4sus

Dusty, that’s the only way to describe the air that day, it’s dusty and dry and Dogteeth swears he can feel it settling on his skin. He’s sitting at the counter in the diner, sipping a flat can of soda, currently in human form and awake since before dawn. He’s been listening to the wind outside on this particularly gusty day, it’s not enough for sandstorm, but still going to disturb things out there.

”Did you want me to take watch again tonight?”

He asked suddenly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Party, the red walks quietly sure, but Dogteeth can still hear even a slight scuff of a boot on the diner’s old flooring.

“You said something to Kobra about Draculoid activity being high right now.”

The conversation hadn’t been to the dark haired young man but it’d still been hard to miss the killjoy when he spoke with his brother earlier in the back room.

But it’s an advantage of being able to shift, last night he’d rested but the last few Dogteeth has sat on the roof like a shadow watching the horizon all night.

Because the crude home-made permiter alarm hasn’t been working properly, and from the dog side he apparently has an instinctive need to protect his spot and the people in it now that he’s found it, especially the red, who’d had offered him the chance in the first place.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party seems caught off-guard, but not exactly defensive—the extra help is quite appreciated, frankly, but they’d be lying if they said that they weren’t expecting Dog to speak up about the whole thing.

“Yeah, I did… it’s been especially irritating lately, dealing with ‘em… I heard younger killjoys are getting injured by them out in the farther parts of the zones.”

Party watches the other rebel with inquisitive eyes—it had been quite a while since they got to know each other, but that didn’t stop the killjoy from being interested in the new recruit… their powers were especially enrapturing, with how “peculiar” they were.

“You’d really be up to helping, Dogteeth?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Yeah, he’d be up for helping, gives him a bit of purpose, especially if it garners any sort of positive attention from the red. “Mhmm, that’s why I offered.” It’s not like hadn’t already been keeping watch every night anyway.

“Besides, I kinda hate to see such a pretty face look so worried about something.” Dog gets up from the counter chair he’d been sat in, tossing the empty soda can he’d been drinking from into a box marked ‘recYclE’ because sure, while the diner has stuff everywhere, the last thing he’s going to do is add to it.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party blushes a bit at the compliment, huffing as they cross their arms gently. It’s not that they can’t handle compliments well—well, maybe it is, but why would they ever admit that? They can only hope that Dogteeth didn’t notice.

They push themselves off the edge of the counter, and begin to gather whatever supplies they need. It’s mostly just their ray gun, some cans of food, a pocket first-aid kit… seriously, the necessities.

They watch Dogteeth with a look in their eye—something curious, something longing, and a third mysterious thing that they can’t put their finger on. “Need to grab anything?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Other than your waist?” That was a rather smooth reply, or so Dog thinks anyway, making sure to punctuate the point by brushing past Party. ”I just need my bag.”

but it’s not like he’s really going to need much, it just makes him feel safer just carrying the comfort item. But it’s near the door anyway, they can just grab it in their way out. Where Dog is already walking, he grabs it easy enough, before stepping out into the bright sun. Dogteeth shields his eyes as they adjust to the light, but he’s waiting for Party, he’s the only one with the keys for the car.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party smirks, and gives Dog a once-over at the flirt.

“Mmm, that only works if you follow through on it, y’know.” When Dog passes them, Party plants a quick kiss on the side of his head, and smiles impishly when he looks at them. Fairs fair!

Party finally starts getting their stuff together—a small bag with some emergency supplies—and their water canteen, and slips their jacket on before pulling the bag straps over their head. They ensure that the car keys are in their pocket before they peel out, passing Dogteeth through the doorway and making their way to the car, unlocking it swiftly.

“Y’gonna call shotgun?” It’s a pretty useless thing to do, considering it’s just the two of them, but Party still finds the joke funny anyway.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Fair is fair yes, but now Dogteeth is wishing he could pull his hat down over his face just to hide the blush the kiss had caused. That stupid squish has been growing into a full on crush. Once they have what’s needed Dog drops his bag onto the cars back seat, through an open window, before pulling open the passenger side door. “Shotgun” he laughs, as the door swings wide.

After a few seconds a black shepherd jumps up to sit in the seat, tugging on a rope that closes the door specifically put there because every is sick of closing the door for him after a switch. But if you thought he wasn’t going to go along with his head out of the window you would be severely mistaken…besides dog’s don’t blush or have crushes, so he won’t be spending the next, witch knows however long staring at Party instead of anywhere else.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“It’s refreshing.” He talks loud, above the volume of the growing downpour, the urge to switch forms to play a little more carefree in the puddles growing.

But right now he’s looking at Jet again, the water on the man’s skin causing the greenish light of the stormy weather to cause some definition in various area that Dog realises, his eyes are lingering a little too long on. Best just look at the floor, keep your eyes on the floor, he mentally tells himself watching water swirl around his feet, he lifts his head again, eyes on the distant lightning. ”Is it ok if I let the dog out-“ Dogteeth has to ask, feels suddenly switching might ruin the atmosphere they’ve got. But that side of his mind, the canine he shares a brain with, it just wants to have fun too.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Desert Winds RP @deadpeg4sus

Dusty, that’s the only way to describe the air that day, it’s dusty and dry and Dogteeth swears he can feel it settling on his skin. He’s sitting at the counter in the diner, sipping a flat can of soda, currently in human form and awake since before dawn. He’s been listening to the wind outside on this particularly gusty day, it’s not enough for sandstorm, but still going to disturb things out there.

”Did you want me to take watch again tonight?”

He asked suddenly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Party, the red walks quietly sure, but Dogteeth can still hear even a slight scuff of a boot on the diner’s old flooring.

“You said something to Kobra about Draculoid activity being high right now.”

The conversation hadn’t been to the dark haired young man but it’d still been hard to miss the killjoy when he spoke with his brother earlier in the back room.

But it’s an advantage of being able to shift, last night he’d rested but the last few Dogteeth has sat on the roof like a shadow watching the horizon all night.

Because the crude home-made permiter alarm hasn’t been working properly, and from the dog side he apparently has an instinctive need to protect his spot and the people in it now that he’s found it, especially the red, who’d had offered him the chance in the first place.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party seems caught off-guard, but not exactly defensive—the extra help is quite appreciated, frankly, but they’d be lying if they said that they weren’t expecting Dog to speak up about the whole thing.

“Yeah, I did… it’s been especially irritating lately, dealing with ‘em… I heard younger killjoys are getting injured by them out in the farther parts of the zones.”

Party watches the other rebel with inquisitive eyes—it had been quite a while since they got to know each other, but that didn’t stop the killjoy from being interested in the new recruit… their powers were especially enrapturing, with how “peculiar” they were.

“You’d really be up to helping, Dogteeth?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Yeah, he’d be up for helping, gives him a bit of purpose, especially if it garners any sort of positive attention from the red. “Mhmm, that’s why I offered.” It’s not like hadn’t already been keeping watch every night anyway.

“Besides, I kinda hate to see such a pretty face look so worried about something.” Dog gets up from the counter chair he’d been sat in, tossing the empty soda can he’d been drinking from into a box marked ‘recYclE’ because sure, while the diner has stuff everywhere, the last thing he’s going to do is add to it.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party blushes a bit at the compliment, huffing as they cross their arms gently. It’s not that they can’t handle compliments well—well, maybe it is, but why would they ever admit that? They can only hope that Dogteeth didn’t notice.

They push themselves off the edge of the counter, and begin to gather whatever supplies they need. It’s mostly just their ray gun, some cans of food, a pocket first-aid kit… seriously, the necessities.

They watch Dogteeth with a look in their eye—something curious, something longing, and a third mysterious thing that they can’t put their finger on. “Need to grab anything?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Other than your waist?” That was a rather smooth reply, or so Dog thinks anyway, making sure to punctuate the point by brushing past Party. ”I just need my bag.”

but it’s not like he’s really going to need much, it just makes him feel safer just carrying the comfort item. But it’s near the door anyway, they can just grab it in their way out. Where Dog is already walking, he grabs it easy enough, before stepping out into the bright sun. Dogteeth shields his eyes as they adjust to the light, but he’s waiting for Party, he’s the only one with the keys for the car.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Desert Winds RP @deadpeg4sus

Dusty, that’s the only way to describe the air that day, it’s dusty and dry and Dogteeth swears he can feel it settling on his skin. He’s sitting at the counter in the diner, sipping a flat can of soda, currently in human form and awake since before dawn. He’s been listening to the wind outside on this particularly gusty day, it’s not enough for sandstorm, but still going to disturb things out there.

”Did you want me to take watch again tonight?”

He asked suddenly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Party, the red walks quietly sure, but Dogteeth can still hear even a slight scuff of a boot on the diner’s old flooring.

“You said something to Kobra about Draculoid activity being high right now.”

The conversation hadn’t been to the dark haired young man but it’d still been hard to miss the killjoy when he spoke with his brother earlier in the back room.

But it’s an advantage of being able to shift, last night he’d rested but the last few Dogteeth has sat on the roof like a shadow watching the horizon all night.

Because the crude home-made permiter alarm hasn’t been working properly, and from the dog side he apparently has an instinctive need to protect his spot and the people in it now that he’s found it, especially the red, who’d had offered him the chance in the first place.

[deadpeg4sus]

Party seems caught off-guard, but not exactly defensive—the extra help is quite appreciated, frankly, but they’d be lying if they said that they weren’t expecting Dog to speak up about the whole thing.

“Yeah, I did… it’s been especially irritating lately, dealing with ‘em… I heard younger killjoys are getting injured by them out in the farther parts of the zones.”

Party watches the other rebel with inquisitive eyes—it had been quite a while since they got to know each other, but that didn’t stop the killjoy from being interested in the new recruit… their powers were especially enrapturing, with how “peculiar” they were.

“You’d really be up to helping, Dogteeth?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Yeah, he’d be up for helping, gives him a bit of purpose, especially if it garners any sort of positive attention from the red. “Mhmm, that’s why I offered.” It’s not like hadn’t already been keeping watch every night anyway.

“Besides, I kinda hate to see such a pretty face look so worried about something.” Dog gets up from the counter chair he’d been sat in, tossing the empty soda can he’d been drinking from into a box marked ‘recYclE’ because sure, while the diner has stuff everywhere, the last thing he’s going to do is add to it.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Desert Winds RP @deadpeg4sus

Dusty, that’s the only way to describe the air that day, it’s dusty and dry and Dogteeth swears he can feel it settling on his skin. He’s sitting at the counter in the diner, sipping a flat can of soda, currently in human form and awake since before dawn. He’s been listening to the wind outside on this particularly gusty day, it’s not enough for sandstorm, but still going to disturb things out there.

”Did you want me to take watch again tonight?”

He asked suddenly, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Party, the red walks quietly sure, but Dogteeth can still hear even a slight scuff of a boot on the diner’s old flooring.

“You said something to Kobra about Draculoid activity being high right now.”

The conversation hadn’t been to the dark haired young man but it’d still been hard to miss the killjoy when he spoke with his brother earlier in the back room.

But it’s an advantage of being able to shift, last night he’d rested but the last few Dogteeth has sat on the roof like a shadow watching the horizon all night.

Because the crude home-made permiter alarm hasn’t been working properly, and from the dog side he apparently has an instinctive need to protect his spot and the people in it now that he’s found it, especially the red, who’d had offered him the chance in the first place.