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Ladies and Gents, Bots and Trolls,
Welcome to the Keep and all that other crap I'm meant to say.
[He makes an amused, growling sound.]
You can call me Dos. I'm one of the staff here and I man the stables. The doors are open down here so come say hi and stuff.
[In the background, a horse whinnies, the sound followed closely by the cry of a chocobo.]
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Welcome to the Keep and all that other crap I'm meant to say.
[He makes an amused, growling sound.]
You can call me Dos. I'm one of the staff here and I man the stables. The doors are open down here so come say hi and stuff.
[In the background, a horse whinnies, the sound followed closely by the cry of a chocobo.]
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Don't be a rude bastard, bucko. Come say hello to the pretty lady.
[His voice is a low, amused growl, but there is nothing menacing in his tone. Dos is nothing but affectionate of his horses. The chestnut mare in the stall behind them gives a sound and stomps a foot, looking to Dos for attention. He speaks again, language one unknown to any in the Keep. The mare settles and Dos turns his attention back to Talia and the stallion.]
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The stallions snorts at Dos' arrival, baring his teeth and tossing his head. As Dos turns his attention to the mare, though, his ears flick forward and he snorts, stamping his hoof. He plods warily forward, shaking himself out and comes to a halt before the pair of them. As if to prove a point, he nose bumps Talia's hand and snorts.
Talia's hand moves lightly over his muzzle, before sliding up his cheek. The stallion looks like he might be trying to stay irritated, but he sighs contently as she scratches her nails against his coat, mindless of any dirt it scuffs up. She speaks softly as she moves to stroke his neck, smiling briefly as the stallion leans into it.]
It is not often that I see such mutual respect between man and horse.
[She glances sidelong at him, hand moving to smooth over the ( ... )
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Yeah, I'm stable-master. And you would be the lady that was screaming in my head a little earlier. Guessin' you've calmed down now?
[There's no bite to his words, the comment and question a more idle statement. He brushes his knuckles on the back of the stallions neck.]
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Aye .. to both .. I apologize again for the slip in my control. I was a .. a bit panicked at the time.
[She looks to Dos then, flush still coloring her cheeks and neck as she offers him a strained smile.]
I do not make a point of prying into the mind of others without cause or permission when I can avoid it.
[Her hands keep busy on the stallions' form and she chews her lower lip before looking at Dos again.]
I would like to help you here, in the stables, if you would be accepting to the aide. I have spent my entire life around farm animals .. I can do anything on horseback and especially enjoy working with them.
[She caresses the stallions' nose again and he whuffles at her fingers softly. Her expression softens, fingers tracing the curve of his nostrils as they flare. Her voice is soft as she continues, gaze distant and not focused on anything specific though she looks at the horse.] ( ... )
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[Dos smirks.]
'cept for you.
[He pushes back from the gate and moves to the mare he'd told to wait earlier. Fingers scratching behind her ear, the horse nuzzles his shoulder affectionately.]
You gonna tell me you're name? Don't think I've heard it yet.
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At his question she glances his way again, hazel gaze seeming far more relaxed than she was when she arrived.]
You are correct .. I apologize for my rudeness. It is Talia..
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Talia. Heh, I like it. Knew a girl back home with the same name.
[Dos shrugs. He'll say no more on that.]
Uh, Coen Dostre. Call me Dos.
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Then she must have been quite a fine girl.
[Her tone is teasing, her smile coming far easier now. She'll not press for anymore than he offers, content to settle with what is freely shared. She nods to him in official greeting, patting the stallions' neck one last time before withdrawing her hand. She might be more comfortable referring to him as Coen, but in the end it was his to say one way or another.]
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dos. Is there anything that you would rather I leave be, when assisting?
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Oh, yeah she definitely was.
[He chuckles, expression mischievous and starts to move, motioning for Talia to follow.]
We get a lot of things in here. Animals and vehicles. It's always changing. This lot will be gone in a few weeks and something else will have arrived to take their place. Only thing to watch for in this batch, is the freakin' moose.
[Lifting a hand to point to the moose, Dos' expression darkens. The moose peels it's ears back and grunts in reply.]
He's an angry bastard. Makes that stallion look all cute and fluffy in comparison.
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She listens as attentively as she ever would have at the Collegium, taking what Dos tells her to mind. She cants a brow slightly at the note that things leave and come at regular intervals, including the surly beast she is now looking at.]
Havens, but he is tall ..
[And he is .. nearly two hands taller at the withers than even Rolan, who was the tallest of the Companions. She meets his angry glance and speaks sidelong to Dos, grinning a bit wryly.]
A regular pussycat, hmm?
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That pussy cat is the reason why I couldn't open this place up earlier. He popped up, started running the place down and attacking the other animals. I had to step in. He got me good.
[He lifts his shirt enough to reveal bandages around his ribs, strong body scarred and tattooed amongst the bruising. Even before this injury, Dos has been through a lot.]
That's why me and him don't get along.
[Dos lets his shirt drop and folds his arms. There's nothing in his stance or movement otherwise to suggest that something were wrong, the Helcian far too stubborn to admit to pain.]
And why I'd like you to keep your distance from him if you can. You get hurt, I ain't gonna be a happy guy.
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She grimaces, eyes moving over the bandaged ribs and then taking in the other scars and marks tha riddle his torso. Idly she moves one hand to rest atop her own covered ribs, covered in a variety of scars that wrap around her, courtesy of the tentacle like legs of The End. The jagged, fading scar that stretches from temple to chin on the left side if her face is really nothing in comparison.
She finally nods, meeting his gaze again as he drops his shirt back into place.]
I shall heed your warning and tread most carefully around him. I have every interest in keeping my ribs whole as long as feasibly possible .. I have never been overly fond of broken limbs or punctured lungs.
[Did one ever really get used to such?]
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Depends on how you get them, I reckon. My kind are fighters. A scar is a reminder of something that was greater than you, but that you survived. Broken ones hurt like a bitch but they heal up in time.
[He makes an amused sound.]
Well, most of the time. Point is, you gotta pick up and keep fighting. And not let meatheads like Moose over there get the best of you.
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She looks at Dos as he speaks, taking in his words for the simple true that they are. She blinks and her brows knit and she lowers her hand from her ribs.]
There is that .. to have survived means one has gotten stronger through the course of the event. [There was no controlling how horrible the event was, but in the end Dos' words were true no matter how horrible.]
It is all what you make of it ..
[She smiles then, meeting his gaze once more and nods.]
You are right .. that truth has kept me alive in the past and I am certain it will do so again. [Within an inch of death, but alive all the same.]
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You either pick up and keep moving or crumble and fall.
[Dos grins.]
And I ain't fallin'.
[He moves a hand from his pocket to jerk a thumb in the direction of the bikes.]
You know what they are or do you want to just stick to the animals?
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