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Post by Loner。 on Jun 5, 2017 19:45:02 GMT
The canine did not pee on the machine. He was more well trained than to do that. However, he did approach and investigate while the humans fed the machine the smelly liquid. It smelled like the same stuff some cars still ran on in his proper time. It was never a pleasant smell, one he asociated with roads and the occasional dead squirrel. The machine didn't seem like some super unusual car though. It seemed more like a tiny room, and that still wasn't a good comparison for him to classify it by. Asside from the fuel smell, he couldn't really pick out anything worth his notice.
He walked around the machine, examining it from multiple angles. It seemed pretty boring by scent and looks but somehow it had brought him from one time to another. He'd never comprehend some kinds of human technology.
Pop-rocks wasn't his name but Cloak knew by tone more than by syllables that he was being called. He stopped by the door for a moment, well aware that he was looking at a tight fit. Deciding it was not worth the effort to worry heavily on the fit, he shoved his way in, filling most of the remaining horizantal space, and unintentionally stepping on toes in the process.
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Post by 0 on Jun 9, 2017 5:10:05 GMT
Doppler and Fizeau both huffed as Cloak dove into the machine, lungs and toes alike squished against floor and walls.
Doppler gagged as the canister slipped across his shoulders fumes washing into his nostrils.
He noticed a drop of the fuel drip onto his ragged clothes, followed by the cap falling to the side of his head.
"You didn't screw the cap all the way on!" he snapped.
"Too late!" his uncle shouted, slamming his hand on a button, which slid the machine's doors shut.
Then he waggled that same arm in the air.
"Um...so, Dop, do ya think you can reach the go button?"
Doppler was pressed into the wall by the mutt's body, one arm pinned to his side, the other sticking straight up in the air.
With a groaning sigh, he lowered that arm and he, too, wiggled it futilely, his fingers slipping just short of the console.
"Hey, mutt."
He moved his arm to push away the canister, breathing halfway through his mouth.
"Push the button."
He tried to shove the enormous wolf-dog closer to the console, hoping it would stumble over the screen and hit something to make the machine go.
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 13, 2017 17:37:32 GMT
Cloak was close enough to reach the console with his nose, sort of. He could not reach any buttons or nobs until he put both forepaws up on the thing. When he looked at it he found he had now clue what to do. He was supposed to push some button apparently but which one? He had a general idea of how this stuff was supposed to work. You push a button or pull a nob or twist a key and the machine should do something based on that little action. It was harder to actually put that theory into practice. He sniffed at the buttons trying to figure out which based on scent but the scent of fuel overpowered everything. He couldn't figure out which was the right one to push. If there was any visual distinguishing feature he wasn't good at picking that out either.
Fortunately the dog, when standing in more vertical space made for a little more room for humans to move about in the machine even if it wasn't much.
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Post by 0 on Jun 13, 2017 19:32:31 GMT
Doppler watched the dog fritter about, apparently unsure of what it was to do.
He sighed.
Maybe he was expecting too much of the mutt...it was, after all, still only just a dog.
Despite this, he heard a beep.
The boy looked up to see that his uncle had finally managed to hit the button himself, thanks to the dog's shifting around freeing up the man's long arms.
As before, the lights in the machine blinked out, leaving only the glow of the console as the gears and wires (or whatever ran the thing) whirred into life, the low hum barely loud enough to mingle just above their shallow breaths.
Doppler twiddled his thumbs, feeling a bead of sweat run down his forehead.
He did NOT look forward to seeing that pair of twats again, no matter how his uncle insisted they were not blood-thirsty lunatics.
Over the shoulder of the dog, he watched as the console counted down the time until their arrival.
Within a mere few minutes, the humming slowed down, the machine shook less, and the lights began to flicker back on.
Doppler clenched his fists and buttcheeks, prepared to punch his way out into a running escape.
His uncle hit the "open door" button, and so it did slide open.
Tripping over the mutt's body, the boy leapt out with a not-so-invigorating war cry, falling flat on his face, rolling, and jumping to his feet as he punched thin air.
As the brief surge of adrenaline went away, his arms flopped to his side, head turning this way and that.
The enormous dome-saucer room looked just as they had left it, save for the noticeable lack of any robot dogs, evil kids stacked on top of each other, and any blood or shredded clothes that might have been left from their extremely epic battle.
In fact, the placed looked squeaky clean, about as much as when they had first arrived.
His uncle left the machine from behind, scratching his head.
"Must be upstairs," he said.
Doppler's head snapped to him, gasping, "In the HOUSE?"
Fizeau glanced over at Doppler, moving towards the gigantic glowing tube.
"No, we're not below the house," he said, explaining, "That long cave leads away from it; didn't you notice?"
Well, that's all the knowledge Doppler needed.
Time to bolt!
Without wasting time or even waiting for the mutt to follow his lead, the boy dashed on out of that place, jogging out the cave and bounding up the stairs, where he promptly threw himself on the ruined couch where first he'd fallen asleep and met the mutt, his scream muffled in the elbow of a crooked arm rest.
Was this long adventure finally over?
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 13, 2017 20:21:15 GMT
Cloak jumped out too. he'd hated being so cramped inside the machine and he had sensed Doppler's tension upon getting out of the thing. The boy was all ready to fight so so was he.
But there was not anything to actually fight. Some scents were still around, but others weren't, as if the battle with the kids and their robotic mutts had never happened. Puzzled, he cocked his ears, and began to sniff around for clues to make sure they really were in the right place now. Well even if it was off by a little while it smelled the same enough.
If it really was the same, then high time he ditched these people and actually searched for his human. He'd been away for what felt like too long even if it was only a day of time in the past.
Yet Doppler seemed troubled by something still, and the boy had been nice to Cloak. It was probably nothing a dog could understand, but he still more slowly loped after the fleeing Doppler. The boy's troubles were a more immediate thing.
The boy was where he'd first been found, lying on the couch. Cloak did not approach so quickly this time, but waited quietly nearby. Cloak would have asked questions had the dog been able to talk.
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Post by 0 on Jun 14, 2017 14:48:13 GMT
Probably not--
His uncle was apparently still messing around about downstairs, likely to call on Doppler soon as he found those two ugly mugs.
Pop Rocks was still technically missing, but Doppler was sure he'd just be doping about SOMEwhere around the property.
The additional components to the time machine -- the real big part that contained all the extras, and most of all his ghost hunting equipment, beyond the actual time traveling piece -- were gone, as well, but his uncle likely knew where all that was.
This house was a wreck; it needed to be fixed.
Who else but his uncle and himself?
Doppler pulled his hands down over his face.
He didn't want to deal with any of this.
He had half a mind just to jump back to a differnet point in the past, but not only was the time machine now down there in THEIR general vicinity, but, even if he did, he would only end up having to deal with his parents, or even the actual past version of his uncle.
And who wanted that!
Not him!
As he rolled over into the back of the couch, eyes looked past his fingers to see the enormous wolf-dog mutt sitting beside the couch.
"What's up," he mumbled to it in a slight groan.
He almost forgot about it in his bemoaning musings.
Pulling himself up into a sit, the boy gave a sigh and reached forward, trying to pat it atop the head, while he asked, "Ya happen to have yer own home?"
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 16, 2017 19:13:19 GMT
The canine leaned forward, reveling in the touch. Human hands were amazing in that they could always reach those hard to scratch spots such as behind the ears.
Of course the hands would inevitably stop eventually.
It seemed the boy had a question. Cloak perked his ears and listened.
The answer was a long story, one he could not tell with the limitations of canine speech and human inability to understand it. In short, home was where his person was, wherever that happened to be. so the canine bobbed his head in an unmistakable nod. Yes he had a home even if he didn't have a built place like this for a territory right now.
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Post by 0 on Jun 17, 2017 0:59:07 GMT
Doppler's fingers reached behind the mutt's ears as it leaned forward, lazily scratching their bases until he saw the dog make the most curious of motions.
Hand stilling, he squinted hard.
So hard that he could /almost/ see into the next dimension --the one where all your missing socks wind up.
Did that mutt just nod?
The action seemed uncanny, near immediate after his question.
But it was such a simple act that, no matter how many times this particular individual had proved its -secret- intelligence, just about anyone could write it off.
Especially Doppler.
Even though he faintly begin to wonder whether or not Pop Rocks was only PRETENDING to be so god...damn...DUMB.
But, nah, no one could fake being so stupid, not even a dog.
The child let his hand fall after that, patting at the sides of the couch.
After a few moments of this he rolled over, curling up slightly with his back to the wolf-dog.
He was ready to take another nap.
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Post by Loner。 on Jun 17, 2017 1:33:09 GMT
Cloak stayed for a while, silently watching the boy. Would the kid be alright he wondered. The canine had seen first hand that this household was a bit unstable and more than a little weird.
Maybe it would be good if he showed the boy another place he could maybe live? But humans were family animals, dreadfully loyal to their own, sometimes even when the relationship was harmful of abusive. They were loyal to their dens too, it would be hard to convince this boy that he might be better off elsewhere.
Besides, cloak had his human pack mate to find. He could not afford to spend too much time worrying about the welfare of a human boy who he'd only recently met.
Cloak reached up and touched the boy's neck with his cold wet nose.
Take care kid. Don't let those others push you around too much.
The words would likely be lost on the boy, few humans could understand more than the basic moods of canine language after all, but that didn't prevent Cloak from wishing the boy well.
This was also goodbye.
Cloak had his human to find, His Jessie.
Sanctuary was a big world, and dangerous for a large stray without the mark of an owner, but he'd find her.
The large black canine turned, and made his way out of the ruined house.
He didn't look back.
EXIT
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