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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 22:35:01 GMT -5
Seeing that there's someone here who can definitely help fix everything that's been going wrong since she woke up causes Phoebe's eyes to well up with a fresh batch of tears, though these ones are relieved. "I woke up 'cause it was scratching on my door, and when I opened the door it got on my bed and drooled all over, and when I left to find someone it started chasing me!" she blubbers, her words barely understandable. A severely edited account of what exactly happened, but that's only to be expected from someone her age. And it's not like there's anything wrong with blaming the dog for everything - it's not like dogs matter.
Wiping her tears on her sleeve, she removes the wall blocking off the hallway and instead returns to using one that's only around herself like she did before - she still doesn't trust the dog not to try anything, but she figures that with Alfred here it will at least stop getting in her way or following her around. Once she's done moving mental barriers, she sniffles and asks, "Is it going to be okay?" As much as she can say that she dislikes the animal at this point, she still never wished any harm to it. It's never been in her nature to enjoy doing any such thing to anyone, regardless of how she feels about them.
Seeing that there's obviously a problem with Ace's leg, Alfred murmurs "Good boy, Ace," when the dog shifts to make examining it easier for him. Kneeling next to him, his gentle hands feel along it to make sure there isn't any broken bones, but they only discover that the joint is out of socket. "Easy now," he warns before giving the leg a sharp pull to fix that problem. Feeling the joint again to ensure that everything is now as it should be, he answers Force by saying, "Well, it appears Ace merely had a dislocated hip, that's now been remedied, and while I'm sure it will be sore for a bit, dislocated hips tend to heal without problems." But, just as the girl is starting to look relieved, he stands back up and asks, "But perhaps you can enlighten me as to how it happened? These things tend to require a bit of force, um, Miss Force."
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Post by robit on Dec 16, 2012 11:33:34 GMT -5
As soon as he touched his leg he let off a gentle whine as he prodded the appendage. This was going to hurt. He closed his eyes with his nose slowly twitching. He felt the joint crack, and it went back into place without a problem, but it still hurt. He let off a high whine of pain, and stayed still a couple of minutes before leaning back, and sniffed it. Her licked the front part of it before slowly getting up.
He put some weight on it, but not enough to let the soreness make its way into his mind. He licked his jowls, and her nuzzled his wet nose into the side of his pant leg. He let his hand come up, and he licked the man's hand with his tail wagging back, and forth. He pushed his head slowly into the tall man's palm with a snort. He was happy around Alfred.
He then brought his eyes back to the girl, and moved in front of her with his head down before slowly rolling over on his back with his tail wagging. All of the wrinkles made him look like a pile of mush as he whimpered at the girl in a comforting fashion. His crooked tail moved almost in a whirlwind fashion as he splayed out his paws in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2012 19:40:16 GMT -5
The moment that Alfred asks the question, Phoebe's face falls. It's not her fault! It really isn't! ...Okay, so maybe it's just a little, tiny bit her fault. But she can't really be blamed, she was doing her best! Hesitating for several moments, she finally says, "He was chasing me, so I stopped him." But she's very quick to defensively add, "But I wasn't trying to hurt him, I didn't know that would happen. I was trying to be careful..." She trails off, her expressions shifting between guilt and uncomfortableness. It eventually spills out as a quiet, "I'm sorry."
When Ace moves in front of her and lays on his back in front of her, she frowns and sidesteps away from him as if somewhat wary of him. She's not really afraid since she still has her shield up, but if he's that easy to break she doesn't know that it's a good idea for her to be around him. And it still doesn't help that the dog seems to feel sorry for her.
Alfred, meanwhile, watches Ace carefully as the dog starts to move around, making sure that the movements suggest that the sore joint is the only problem. Seeing nothing more, he fondly scratches Ace's head and shifts his observations to the girl. "Did you, perhaps, consider asking him to stay?" he inquires. It's obvious to him that Force didn't mean to cause any harm, but it would be unwise to drop the subject until he's ensured that anything similar won't happen again.
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Post by robit on Dec 25, 2012 1:55:21 GMT -5
He snorted softly as he watched the girl with a slowly turning lazy eye. All that running had made the large, mutt tired therefore it would probably be easier for him to just go to sleep, but Alfred was there, and he would keep himself from such thoughts at the moment. He could at least listen to what the man was saying for the time behind. He sighed which made his jowls vibrate before thumping his crooked tail once against the ground. He looked down at the floor, and perked his ears as he listened to them converse back, and forth.
Then, he heard the word that he was taught to always obey no matter what, even in a life or death situation. It was a word that he never liked or enjoyed following, but when a human told him to do it, he would happily oblige them. He lifted his head slowly and tilted his head to the side at Alfred. He blinked his intelligent eyes as soon as he said 'that' word. 'That' word meant many things to him, but meant only one thing to the humans. Stay meant that he was supposed to sit his rump down in one spot, and not move.
He let off a whimper before letting his head fall into his paws with a jiggly flop. His tail stayed tucked where it was, and he let off a sigh. He would stay now. He blinked a couple of times before closing his eyes completely in seeming concentration.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2012 2:30:39 GMT -5
This time Alfred's question actually causes her expression to lift slightly - she just knew that somehow this wasn't her fault at all, and his question seems to point to directly to why. "No, I didn't think of that. I've never met a dog by myself before. Only a few war dogs. And they had their handlers with them the whole time," she explains quickly. So, see, it's not her fault at all! She couldn't have known that there was a different thing to do, so she'd only been able to guess what the right thing to do was. That it turned out not to be the right thing is unfortunate, but not a reflection on her.
"Oh, I see," Alfred responds, not nearly as surprised as he might have been. Master Bruce had explained what few details of the girl's history he could uncover - apparently quite a bit of effort has been made to keep the child's background a mystery. But all signs point to Force being a rather sheltered little girl with odd exceptions to what she does and doesn't know. "Well, I shall have to teach you how to manage dogs yourself then, Miss Force. Over some breakfast, perhaps?" he asks, knowing that the child is probably quite hungry by now. And he knows that Ace is just the right dog to help with the task since he's obedient enough to take even a young girl's orders seriously.
Thinking of Ace, he seems to have misinterpreted his last word as a command, he quietly says, "Okay, Ace," to let him know that he no longer needs to stay put.
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Post by robit on Dec 29, 2012 4:05:48 GMT -5
He slowly opened one eye at the man and let off a puff of air which made a flap of skin on his jowls bubble up slightly a make a popping sound. His tail slowly wagged back and forth. His head slowly lifted as the other eye opened and the mass of wrinkles slowly became taught against his thick muscle. He pushed his rump up and stretched for a couple of seconds a yawn escaped his drooling maw. He shook himself as he went up to Alfred and buried his large head into his pant leg before trotting off towards the kitchen. It was time for his breakfast.
His gate was somewhat slow, but he kept moving forward anyways as his back end hobbled as he moved. He moved through the halls with ease. He knew his way towards the food, and he would be there waiting for Alfred with a wagging tail and a 'smiling face.' He had a fondness of Alfred. He was always kind to the dog, and had found him to give him such a nice life. He was thankful to the man for doing such a thing when no one else would. His crooked tail shook back and forth as he went.
He pushed his nose against the swinging door to the kitchen and he slowly sat down near the shelf where Alfred kept all of the dog food. His tail thumped against the floor as he waited for the man and the girl to come in. He itched his nose with a paw before his eyes were trained in a dutiful manor towards the swinging door.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 19:20:05 GMT -5
At this point Phoebe would have rather that Alfred arrange for her to never have to cross paths again with this dog, at least if nobody else is there to keep him under control. But she nods and says, "Yes, please." She supposes that it would be a 'learning experience' and 'good for her' if she knew how to tell a dog what to do. Besides, she's hungry and doing anything involving food sounds like a good idea.
As Ace leads the way, Phoebe follows Alfred more slowly and when asked she explains the events of this morning to him in a bit more detail as they go. By the time they catch up to Ace in the kitchen, she's brought the old butler fully up to speed with what exactly happened. Or at least, her own version of what happened.
As they enter the kitchen she seats herself on one of the stools by the counter, pretty much ignoring the dog for the moment. Alfred does not, giving Ace a fond pat on the head as he walks past, but instead of feeding him his attention remains on the girl. "And what would you like for breakfast, Miss Force?" he asks, "Our supply of sugared cereals is limited, but we have nearly anything else you could want." That one exception is due to that particular food mainly being of interest to young children, and young children have been a rarity around the manor until Force's arrival the night before. Well, except perhaps for Master Tim, who is still quite young, but as the boy is currently under intense training by Master Bruce he generally wants something more robust than cold cereal in the morning.
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Post by robit on Jan 7, 2013 2:40:33 GMT -5
As he watched them come in her slowly stood, and stretched with his rump in the air, and crooked tail wagging to and fro in happiness. He let off a sneeze before trotting over to his bowl, and sniffing it to see that there was nothing inside. He let off an annoyed whine before slowly wrapping his jaw around the bowl, and picking it up slowly before turning, and walking up to Alfred. He let off a snort before setting it down at his feet. Her barked, and romped for a second as he pawed at the dish, and his eyes went from the butler to the bowl four or five times.
His wrinkles rolled as he lay down near the bowl, and stared up at the man with a droopy gaze. Her licked his jowls as he felt the hunger deep in his belly which he would readily feed if he was given some food. He knew he would get food from Alfred. He was not going to try and get food from the girl anymore. It was a bad to scar her anymore than was needed. She seemed like a sensitive girl, and he was almost bigger than her which meant he was even more of a threat to the child.
He blinked slowly with his tail thumping against the ground a couple of times. Her sighed as he watched the man talking to the girl. He wanted food... noooowww.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 23:47:26 GMT -5
The question causes Phoebe to have to pause for a long time in thought, as she's not used to being asked for her preferences about... well, anything. She's more used to someone going, 'Here kid, eat this'. But to have a choice... and to be able to read the butler's mind and know that he was being literal about offering anything including things that would require a lot of work... The choice seems overwhelming for a moment, though she quickly realizes that she doesn't want him to go to too much trouble even if something elaborate sounds really good.
"Um, toast?" she finally says, making it a question as if unsure whether or not that's an acceptable answer. But of course it is - yeah, toast is delicious and not asking for too much. Though her attention is briefly caught by the large dog milling around and making noises. They're such odd creatures, really - she's seen that they can be very strong or even dangerous, and yet so obedient and dependent on people. Though that observation causes other thoughts which make her frown to herself.
But though Alfred is sensitive to her moods, at the request he simply nods and says, "Right away, Miss Force." Turning to retrieve some bread, his eyes momentarily go to Ace instead, and he says, "Wait..." It's important for any well trained dog to know how to exercise some patience, as the world can hardly stop just because one wants something and it's a bad idea to give out that impression. So instead of attending to him immediately, Alfred pulls out some bread and puts it in the toaster and starts retrieving a few things that the girl may wish to have for toppings while it cooks - butter, jam, perhaps some powdered sugar...
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Post by robit on Jan 15, 2013 20:21:32 GMT -5
Force let off a huff and then whimper as her sat down, and slowly sat back on his haunches, and raised up his paws to his chest in a curling fashion. Her let off a whine as his tail thumped back and forth against the tiles underneath his thick rump. The bowl blinded him as he did this so he had to use his hearing, but to his dismay Alfred seemed to be making food for the girl. He slowly lowered himself before setting the the bowl down. Her poked it with his nose once before putting his head down.
Did he do something wrong. He let off a soft whimper, and retreated with his tail between his legs. He may have been a crime fighter, but he never like the displeasure of a friend. Her found a corner near the door, and slowly laid down with his head pushed to the side. He pushed his ear against his paws as the other one slowly covered his brown gaze.
His tail seemed to plaster itself to the floor as he lay there.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 23:57:07 GMT -5
Fortunately for Ace, even with all the possible options that Alfred is presenting Phoebe with for her toast, it doesn't take much actual time. By the time the bread pops out of the toaster, now a nice brown color, the old butler has already laid out more things for Phoebe than she honestly knows what to do with. Wow, even the toast here is rather... elaborate. Sheesh... "Um, thanks..." she says politely when given the plate with the toasted bread, eyes going over the various things she could put on it as if she doesn't know where to begin. So many choices...
While she ponders that problem, Alfred finally turns his attention to Ace. It only takes him a few moments to collect the bowl now laying in front of the downcast dog, fill it with a carefully measured portion of rather gourmet dog food, and top it with a few pieces of cooked chicken left over from last night's evening meal - just because. Laying it back down in front of him, he affectionately comments, "There you are, Master Ace." And he gives him an extra scratch on the head as if to convey that the wait was not due to anything he did, but as strong as the bond is between them there's always a bit of a problem with the language barrier between species.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 5:27:32 GMT -5
The sun crept through the slits in Tim’s red curtains, protruding through the large window. The sound of birds laughing and singing outside would be heart warming for anyone on this crisp winter’s morning, but not for the teenager that lay in the large crimson bed, who began to move around signalling that his hibernation was nearing an end. With a groan and a sigh, his eye lids fluttered open slightly, enough for him to glance about the room and over to his alarm clock which flashed the time; 10:46 am. He roared like a bear, moaning as he through off the bed cover, kicking it to the bottom of the modest sized bed, leaving him open. He flicked his legs over the side of the bed, wearing a maroon coloured pair of pyjama bottoms for modesty.
Shaking his head side to side, he yawned and stretched both of his arms out to the side, pulling them back over his head after a few seconds. The wooden floor was cold on his toes, so he slowly hopped over to the window, drawing back the curtains to allow a flurry of light to hit him. He hissed like a vampire then laughed at the thought of Count Tim. “Muhaha!” He said with a deep eastern-European accent, trying to imitate Dracula although not very well. A bird flew past the window, a Robin of all animals. Its red chest stuck out on top of the thin layer of snow on the ground, making it easy for Tim’s eyes to follow. He smirked and turned away, looking about his messy room with a mixture of pride and laziness. “Ugh, what have we here?” This was classed as one of the Mansion’s attic although since Tim’s moved in, the Nest. Books were stacked in threes around the floor, each with a different scientific subject. From genetics to forensics, Tim had a book on all of them.
Turning to his left, he looked at the chemistry set upon the desk which took up most of the space, with various vials and bottles placed around it. It was a gift from his father, before he went away Hamburg a few years ago. Tim’s been able to do all manner of things with it, thinking himself a little more attractive Einstein. Tim walked across the floor, whistling while doing so to match the bird outside. A pair of red slippers was placed at the bottom of his bed, waiting for his feet to enter them which he did quickly. He bent down while putting them on, extracting a shuriken from the floor board in front of it, edging it out carefully before throwing it onto his desk. “I wondered where I put that.” He said to himself before removing a crimson dressing gown from the back of the oak door on the other side of the room. It was obvious that he had a thing for the colour red, although he claimed it got him in the heroic mood.
He opened the door and walked down a flight of wooden stairs, using one hand to balance himself by pressing his palm against the wall. Besides his whistling, it was quite eerie and quiet in the mansion, with no signs of anyone else about. No Bruce, no Alfred even the dog hasn’t attacked him yet. After a few minutes of walking, Tim reached the main stair case in the house, bouncing down the carpet lightly towards the kitchen for breakfast. He could smell the toast coming from the room so he hurried up a little, he was starving. He reached the door to the kitchen, pushing it open to be met with a strange new guest. He knew Alfred and he knew the dog but who was the little girl at the table? Was Bruce going for a collection of kids of something? “Morning Alfred.” He said with a yawn, sitting down opposite the little girl. He placed both hands down upon the table, looking at her with a curious expression. After a few seconds, he extended his hand to shake hers. “Name’s Tim. Nice to meet you…?”
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Post by robit on Jan 26, 2013 12:57:21 GMT -5
Ace pricked his ears as the scratch was gently rubbed against his hard skull. Her let off a huff before starting to eat the delicious food in the bowl. His tail wagged back, and forth as her maw was stuffed full off the food. It only took a couple of minutes for the dog to gobble down the contents of the bowl before he went through the long process of licking it clean. He chased the bowl around the kitchen as he licked it, but once he ran into a wall he saw that maybe he should have been done eating right there, and then.
He let off a burp before shaking himself making drool fall over the place, but seemed to freeze as a familiar scent slowly found its way to his nostrils. He slowly turned, and watched the door in an almost pointing position. His tail started to wage vigorously, and he barked at the door as Tim came through.
He hopped on his back legs, and gave a happy yip as he went up to the boy, and proceeded to lick his legs, and hands. After a minute he settled down, and went to resting his head gently on the boy's knee as he watched him with curious eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2013 6:21:53 GMT -5
After several long moments of inner debate, Phoebe finally manages to decide what she wants on her toast. Which turns out to be some of pretty much everything, and by the time she's done adding toppings the toasted bread is somewhat of a gooey mess. But it's a gooey mess with a high sugar content, so of course when she tries it she thinks that it's absolutely delicious. Agent Stevens would have made her settle for only choosing a few of them, but her former guardian isn't here. And she can sense from Alfred's mind that he pities her and will let her do it this time at least. She could go without the pity, but she will abuse it to get more than her daily quota of sugar in one meal.
She's probably the last person to know that Tim is coming. Because first Ace points at the door, which she doesn't recognize as anything special, but Alfred does and quickly deduces that Master Tim must be on his way. The only other alternative is Master Bruce, but the old butler doesn't expect him to make an appearance until sometime past noon. Assuming he went to bed at all and doesn't have pressing business relating to his night work - predicting the man is obviously quite a difficult task, but Alfred can only do his best to assist wherever he's needed. But because of that, Phoebe isn't nearly as surprised to see the teenager as he is to see her. Nevertheless she peers as him curiously as she momentarily forgets her partly eaten toast.
"Good morning, Master Tim. Toast, I presume?" Alfred responds to his greeting, already headed toward the toaster with a couple of slices of bread. He's happy to make the young man anything he wants, but since they're already set up for toast it's probably a safe assumption that Tim will want that simply because it would be faster than anything else at this point.
Meanwhile, the young girl's staring only stops when the boy introduces himself and hints that she should do the same. "I'm Force," she says simply, quickly wiping a bit of the sugar she'd gotten on her fingers off on a napkin before shaking his hand. Though after doing so, she adds, "And I don't think that I'm staying here for a really long time - I just need somewhere to hide right now. Until we figure out where I go..." Because she's already pretty sure that it won't end up being here, even if it might take awhile for a better place to be found. This just isn't her kind of place, and she hopes that there's something better. And answering the questions that people think but don't ask? Yeah, she does that sometimes...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 4:58:52 GMT -5
Tim patted the dog softly upon the head, massaging his dark fur. “Hey there boy, how you doing?” He asked in that tone that was only used to dogs and babies, when they don’t understand you but you continue any how. Tim adjusted his seating, so Ace didn’t weigh down his legs with his large head. He loved the dog, usually taking him for walks around the grounds, something with he enjoyed as much as the animal did. The boy then looked up at Alfred with a smirk upon his face, sun light touching his face from the window. “That would be great Alfred.” He didn’t want to bother Alfred too much so he just requested what everyone else seemed to be having; toast.
With Jack in hospital, Bruce had become something of a father to Tim. And he thought that if Bruce was his father in a way, then wasn’t Alfred his grandfather, in a way? He was the kindest of them all, working the hardest of them all. He’s like the cement that keeps the structure together, providing much needed emotional support. Tim felt sorry for him though. He wondered that in his job description, it mentioned all this, aiding a group of vigilantes to combat corruption and crime? He doubted it. Alfred wasn’t a young man any more but Tim believed that he’d support us until his dying breath, which he hoped wouldn’t come for a long time yet. His nostrils sniffed the air, absorbing the hot scent of the bread. It’s what he needed on a morning.
Tim’s attention then sprung back to the young girl before him, even younger than he was. He shook her hand lightly, in an attempt not to squeeze to hard. “Pleasure to meet you…Force.” Not a very feminine name, sounded more like a tank than anything else. He smirked at her then his face wondered what she went on to talk about. It was exactly what he was thinking at the time, how curious. Knowing Bruce, she likely has some almighty power or array of gadgets. She sounded like she was in trouble, like she was running from the police for some reason. “Hiding? Hiding from whom, Force?” He leaned back upon the wooden chair, placing one hand upon the oak table before he thought. “If you’re in need of a place to stay, there’s no where safer than here.” He tried to reassure her with a smile, although he doubted it would work. Did she know of his identity? That he was more than just a student? Maybe she’d met Batman and he opened up to her. Doesn’t sound like the Bruce he knew.
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