Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.
The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.
Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.
So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?
As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.
With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master! |
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[This might be the first time that Vash has seemed actually mad at Ain, and he's not even mad so much as he is...very worried. He'd sooner go without an arm outright if it meant that Ain was okay, it's not like he couldn't have Bradd help him get another one at some point. The arm isn't real! He'd survive without it!!
But it's also due to how keyed up he feels right now about everything, even though he's trying very hard to take Ain's assurances to heart. He exhales slowly, resting said broken prosthetic across the desk as he turns to actually survey the room for the first time, finally noticing the pictures on the surface of the desk now.]
...she must trust you, then.
[Because ex-mafia and ex-military are one thing, but Vash feels like his reputation towers over all of that.]
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In the meantime, Vash is free to look at all the cringe photos of Ain and his friends when they were dumbass teenagers. They're all framed on the desk, not-at-all faded, and clearly Ain is not too good at posing for photos. In most of them, he — and his stupid blue highlights — is standing there with his arms crossed, looking kind of like "??" at the camera. In one, a redheaded dog has her arms around his shoulders and is giving him a noogie, which is one of few instances where he's not actively "?????", and a boy who looks almost identical to her is throwing up a peace sign. In another, there's a younger-looking Eve next to a white-haired cat, both holding the drones that are currently beeping at Vash, and Ain's head is sort of awkwardly sticking out of the side of the frame. One can only assume this was his attempt at a photobomb.
Then there are a whole ton of goofy ones. Ain koala-ing onto a buff-looking exotic cat's back, and a smaller blonde dog looking Shocked at this whole thing while a blonde lop-eared rabbit woman reaches around him to steal whatever it is he's eating. The exotic cat has a robotic arm that's dissimilar from Vash's in that it looks more weaponized, but it's mostly-covered up by everyone else. Then there's one of a deer-woman with green hair, a black-haired fox girl, and a bird with the brightest purple plumage you've ever seen in your life at a restaurant. Ain's hand is in that photo and not the rest of him, and he's very much stealing a fry from someone's plate.
There are more like that, and the desk is only so big, so some of the frames are sitting behind other ones or haphazardly placed up on the wall because this man has No sense of interior design, even when managing so much as hanging up a photo.
After a few minutes, Ain bothers to speak again, and it's just one word:]
Sorry.
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He hadn't brought it with him. It's still back there...he hopes.
He smiles a little to himself as he looks at Ain over the years, wondering how much he's changed since the teenager with folded arms in the pictures. It seems like he'd grown into the personality Vash knows him to have today, no doubt in no small part thanks to these people he knew.
Vash's head lifts, turning back to look at Ain as he gives him that one-word apology. More silence follows, with Vash tightening both hands into loose fists.
He gets up after a moment, stepping over to sit on the edge of Ain's bed, his weight depressing the mattress. After a tentative few seconds of thinking it over, he reaches out his good hand and brushes Ain's hair off his clammy forehead.]
...I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to keep me from worrying. I just...
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I can't have anything happen to you. I can't.
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[He is sweating buckets right now, so "just a little hot" is an understatement.]
There was nowhere to stop along the way except for that one little town. I was still a bit under the weather when we left the first town, but we had to go, so I didn't say anything. Besides... we made it here, didn't we? I knew I'd be fine when we got here. A lot of the pets here know medicine.
[Really, what they're going to do is hand Ain a bottle of Nyquil and some water and food and be like "what the hell is wrong with you" and Ain will just laugh awkwardly. He doesn't know what's wrong with him; his priorities are out of whack. All he wants to do is protect Vash, and if protecting Vash means he's now got a high fever and will need to be pumped full of drugs, so be it.]
I love you, so I didn't want to—
[The door opens at that moment, with Eve coming back inside surrounded by two pets Ain doesn't recognize. One of them has food, and the other has a med kit he's clutching in his hands. Both of them give Vash a "?" look, and the girl holding the food says "oh no, I only brought food for one" with a guilty voice, but otherwise they're quick to move into the room and start fussing over the bird. Vash will probably have to scoot over.]
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He would have talked to Ain more, but now is the time to have him taken care of, so he'll let the topic lay for the time being. He shakes his head quickly, lifting his good hand with a soft "no no, it's alright, I'm not hungry right now" (which is. a lie, he's always hungry) as he carefully scoots over so they have room to work. He'll get up off the bed wholesale if they ask, otherwise...he'd prefer being close, if at all possible.]
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Ain is ordered to stay in bed and rest and eat, drink lots of water, take medicine, and that's really all there is to it. He's got some kind of flu, but that's nothing that rest and attention can't fix. So he takes the medicine they give him, drinks water, and considers laying back down, up until the smell of food is too tempting and he winds up digging in.
Either way, Vash won't have to move very far, if at all. He can fret over his bird all he wants.]
Your name was Vash, wasn't it? [Eve begins, once the two medics leave.] May I see your arm?
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Vash glances over at Ain as he sits up to eat, his shoulders sagging a little with relief, before his attention is grabbed once more by Eve. He looks at his prosthetic when she addresses the issue of that, wincing at the way it seems to react to being acknowledged by just. Spasming, his fingers jerking outward beyond his control.]
Of course...um. Should I take it off?
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[To Ain, it's obvious why she wouldn't expect it to be removable. It's not his place to say, but he does it anyway—]
Mr. Ancient and Mr. Half-Nasod don't have removable robot parts. Haha, I'm sure Ms. Queen wasn't expecting you to be able to take it off!
[No he doesn't explain further, no he doesn't use actual names, even when Eve chides him for it as she's looking Vash's arm over. Her two little drones float at her side, beeping sometimes, but otherwise not doing anything.]
Don't put words in my mouth, Ain. [But she's not refuting his claims of surprise, either. Most people don't have cybernetic prosthetics. Those that do usually can't just take them off, at least in her experience.] I can fix the damage, but it'll take some time. You have deep fractures running throughout the structure, not to mention the damage on the surface here. The reason it seizes on you like it did a moment ago is because the connection to your nervous system here is halfway severed.
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But he doesn't blame them in specific for that incident. It was never their fault, not when Vash knew a confrontation with Nai would have to happen at some point.
He will remove his arm as requested, handing it off to Eve for examination. The way she and Ain talk to each other...it definitely speaks of a more familiar sort of relationship, which helps him to relax a bit more.]
I was worried you'd say that.
[Vash sighs, his head tilting forward. To think, all of that just because he used his hand to deflect a bullet...then again, he's lucky the bullet didn't go through it.]
But...if it's safe here, then we have time.
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Regardless of how long it takes this to be fixed, Ain needs to stay as well. This is the safest place for miles for pets... and their partners alike.
[She's being careful with the topic, only because Ain was so weird about introducing Vash as his boyfriend in the first place.]
Ain, I'll be leaving Ophelia with you. [There's no "who's Ophelia" because seconds later, a robotic maid steps out from behind the wall and curtseys. Hi, this is Eve's servant, technically. She's also equipped for combat dwbi.] Any requests you have are to go through her. If your condition worsens, I'll know. Vash— [stares at him with her big ol eyes] If you can bear to part with Ain for a few hours so that he'll rest, I'd like you to follow me to the workshop. I need to run a few other diagnostic tests and show you where your arm will be for a while.
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He twists around to look at Ophelia as she appears, yet again struck by the amount of robots and automatons in this place. Again, it's not something you typically just see in general use. Vash has a lot of questions for Ain, questions that he knows aren't going to get answered right away. But then, Eve is urging him to leave so Ain can rest...and Vash swallows thickly, tension once more leeching its way into his shoulders.
After a moment, he pushes himself up to his feet.]
...give me just a moment.
[He murmurs before turning back to Ain's bed, leaning down so he can get to one knee just beside the headboard. He leans in close to Ain, making a show of placing a hand on his forehead as if to check his temperature, when in reality he's leaning in close to whisper to him.]
If anything happens. Call for me.
[That's all he says before standing, though not without sneaking a kiss just beneath his eye where Eve won't see. Once he's back to his feet, he squares his shoulders and turns back to her, flashing her a bit more of a warmer smile, if a tired one.]
Alright, Ms. Eve. I'm all yours.
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I'll see you later. Come see me when you're done!
[He's forcing the cheerfulness so that Vash doesn't worry too hard, but he feels like it'll be ineffective either way, especially as they leave and he's left alone. And the second he's left alone, all he does is get comfortable and go to sleep. There's nothing else to do, so. Goodnight now.
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I'm sorry to drag you away. Ain won't rest if someone he likes so fondly is in the room. [Believe her, he will not.] Your stiff posture suggests discomfort. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?
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He's silent, for a moment, looking down slightly at the floor ahead as he walks.]
You know who I am. [He finally supplies, glancing over at Eve out of the corner of his eye.] The Humanoid Typhoon.
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The bounty on my head could renovate a hundred cities just like this one. You know that, right?
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[They don't use money down here, as Vash will likely figure out during his stay. They have a bartering system; trade this for that, or trade this for labour. Care for the sick and elderly pets, help those that come into their walls adjust. People don't just find this place, but millions of dollars suddenly being used to refurbish a society that's trying to escape society would make it so that everyone finds them. It's the opposite of what anybody wants, stated more succinctly by Eve's cut-and-dry style of speech.]
In addition, it would be betraying Ain's trust. [She stops short of the doors leading to the workshop proper, after they've walked downstairs and into that lobby again. The windows in this building have the blinds drawn over them, but are still open enough to peer outside if Vash wants to.] Everyone you meet here is trying to escape something, just like you.
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And Vash feels an immediate wave of shame wash over him, as if his brother is watching him right now, pleased by his "progress". Since when did he become so...suspicious? So unwilling to accept, or trust? To have hope?
It's not him. It's not Vash. Maybe it's in part due to his worry for Ain...but whatever it is, he's humbled by a single sentence.
It would be betraying Ain's trust.]
...I understand. [He murmurs, brows upturned as he looks away now, glancing over at the aforementioned windows.] I'm sorry. I don't mean to doubt...any of you. I just want to make sure Ain...and all of you stay safe.
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[Here, she gives Vash one more chance to speak, before pushing the doors to the workshop open. They're large, heavy iron things that she pushes aside without any effort, despite a graceful and dainty appearance and the fact she's also holding Vash's dying prosthetic at the same time.
Inside is... well, it's a workshop. There are spare parts littered everywhere, all over the floors and in piles and on shelves. There are conveyor belts lying dormant with further parts all over them, and tools on desks and paperwork stacked high. Huge, industrial-sized bundles of wires are looped up and stacked off to one side. By all accounts, this is just a mini-factory, and what they're making in here is a mystery.
In the middle of a clearer space of the floor are two people Vash might recognize from photographs in Ain's room — a blonde rabbit-woman leaning against a pile of scrap polishing a sniper rifle, and a smaller blonde dog-boy sitting on top of what looks to be heavy artillery. They're mid-conversation when Vash and Eve walk in, but they both stop to wave hello, faltering slightly at the new face. It'll be about... two minutes until either of them try to strike up conversation. Where Eve and Vash are headed is not to the centre of the room, but rather, they walk along the righthand side of the room, hugging the wall, until they can get to a cleaner area of the workshop where it's kind of obvious Eve does any work she needs to be doing.
She has Vash sit down at the desk here, "don't mind the mess if you can", and just as she's setting his arm down—]
Hey, Queen. Electrical is out entirely in Grid A, and I can't get the fucking— Who's this human?
[Vash will probably also recognize this person as one of the cats in those group photos, though he has a rather standoffish demeanor and is also currently covered in smudges of oil and soot.
Also sorry to call you a human again buddy—]
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Yeah. That has already manifested itself.
Vash had remained mostly silent as Eve answered him, not wanting to interrupt while also getting a good look at the workshop as she's leading him into it. It's quite the impressive sight, far more than Bradd ever had to work with, and if it weren't for the rabbit and dog nearby he might have been completely absorbed by the scenery. When they happen to catch his eye, he lifts his good hand a little to wave at them good-naturedly, pivoting on the ball of his foot as Eve continues to lead him all the way down to a desk where he's instructed to sit.
And then...a cat appears, yet another he remembers seeing in the photos with Ain, and though he tries to smile up at him from where he's sitting, he can tell already this one might be hard to get to warm up to him.]
Heeyy...
[He'll just....wave like he did to the other two....please don't bite him.]
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If anything, Eve is entirely on Vash's side, already breathing out a sigh.]
This is Vash. He's with Ain.
That asshole priest is back? [Blink, blink, wait—] With Ain?
[Eve nods tersely, like yes, Ain brought another boy home, congrats you figured it out.]
His arm is in need of repairs due to extensive damage on the— [It is at this point that Add walks around her and sits down on the desk, looking over Vash's arm. The gears in his head are turning. That's cybernetic, isn't it? And if Vash looks closely while Add is, erm, doing his thing, he'll be able to see that the tattoo-like lines on his skin are actually cybernetic implants themselves.] Add.
It looks like Raven's arm. [Not talking to Vash, talking to himself.] Minus the military-grade weaponry, anyhow. Where did you get it made? Do you want it upgraded?
["""""upgraded"""""]
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Vash is already shifting to lift his hand, not to offer Add a friendly wave, but instead ready to assume the placating position he's used to. That reaction..."With Ain" makes him wonder if this is a recurring theme, with Ain...but before he can really ponder what exactly that might mean, he's lifting his hand a little higher because oh god Add is coming at him-
...or, no. He's sitting on the desk next to him, he isn't rushing forward to bite him. Okay, good. The fact that Vash's arm is not currently attached to his body probably helps in that endeavor, leaving him to bluster a sigh as he takes this opportunity to. Observe Add while he isn't staring him down. And yes, those cybernetic additions do not go amiss.]
O-oh, uh...actually, I just want it fixed! I kindof just need it to, you know...have an arm. It was made on Ship Three, but that's pretty far away from here, so...
[He trails off, as if to imply that's why they came here. It probably would have fallen entirely to pieces before they could make it back to No Man's Land.]
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[He's ASKING and not just DOING because Eve is here, were Eve not here he'd get pushy about this. Let him play with ur cool cybernetic arm—
But Eve is quick to shut all of that down, and Add's ears flatten back over the top of his head as she barks at him to stop harassing their guest.]
Add, enough. Ain brought him here to get his arm repaired, not to have you add things to it. Go fix the issue with Grid A, please. I'll meet with you in two hours.
Let me guess, Ain is dragging all of us off to dinner in two hours.
Ain is ill and, hopefully, resting upstairs in his room. If you wanted to have everyone join him there for dinner, however, you could just say so.
[As Add scrambles off of the desk, he gets red. Like, red-red, like he's been rapidly sunburned kind of red. And he sputters for a moment, and then shoves his hands in his pockets, and then storms off with a comment thrown over his shoulder:]
Absolutely not! I was asking so I could avoid his dumb ass!
[And then he's gone, walking through the workshop off to his own space somewhere in the far back of it. Bye he has to not think about Friendship.]
...I apologise for that. Add doesn't mean you any harm.
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No...it's alright. He reminds me of someone, actually.
[Bradd. He's 100% Bradd, back when Bradd was a younger man and didn't trust him at all, yet was the top technological mind of Ship Three. He came around eventually, despite his prickliness, and now is the one Vash has to thank for having this arm in the first place. He cares deep down, even if he's a little brusque about showing it.]
I wouldn't have minded letting him look at it more, if he wanted...
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[He tried to dissect her once.]
He can be persuaded not to do that, but it's an uphill battle. He thoroughly enjoys science and robotics, so it's easy to bond with him over that, if you wanted to try.
[Here, she takes Vash's arm in her hands again, and delivers a small electric shock to the exposed, broken parts. When it twitches in her grip, she hums. Everything still works, it seems, but some things need to be replaced and refreshed. It's a delicate balance, to create a robotic arm...]
If you wouldn't mind, can I observe how it attaches to you?
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A little.
For now though, he wants it fixed. Then he can worry about other things later.
Vash nods and reaches for the arm with his good hand after taking a moment to shrug off his jacket, exposing where said arm connects to the rest of his body so that Eve can see. There isn't just a completely bare, exposed stump there, but instead a metal, cybernetic casing that seems to have been surgically implanted into him, similar to how Add has cybernetic implants of his own. These sorts of scars and modifications litter Vash's body, though most are hidden underneath his clothing unseen. His arm...is a different story entirely.
Said arm hooks into the base, slotting into it and locking into place. After making sure it's secure, Vash taps a few latches along the sides to finalize the connection, the entire arm spasming once as it rewires itself to Vash's nervous system. Now is when he winces, gritting his teeth as a jolt of pain rushes through it, signaling that, well. It's working, kindof...he's able to feel pain from the way it's malfunctioning, that's for sure.]
It...deflected a bullet a couple weeks ago. [He admits, though doesn't elaborate on how that came about.] The damage spread from there.
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It makes the job a bit easier. Were Vash to need actual surgery, she would have to get Add back here, since he did those implants himself (against everyone's better judgement, since the man is squeamish as all fuck) and her familiarity with the human body (plant body) is lacking.]
That would do it, wouldn't it? It only seems to be the arm itself that's damaged, luckily. There hasn't been any electrical feedback that has negatively impacted the base here, as far as I can see.
[With that, she'll go ahead and detach it for him.]
It is, however, delicate. I'll need time to work with it. Can you go without for a few days?
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It'll be fine, yeah. I've been longer without it before...
[Like when he first lost his arm, in fact. That was one hell of a recovery process, because the arm didn't just exist the next day or anything...]
I'll just need something to tie back my sleeve, otherwise it's no problem.
[Mostly because he's going to want to keep wearing his jacket. Could he just not wear it for a couple days? Sure...but it wouldn't feel right, so he won't.]
Thank you for this, by the way. I really do owe you.
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finally a journal i have-
THE BABY THE LEGEND
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BUT ALSO
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me voice: and i added the el masters to this timeline because ???
they deserve to be here too its fine
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