taxonomites | [Visual] Who let the dogs out? Oh god, did I really just use that as a title? I did. God help me.

After Cassie's Halloween night adventures, she'd just barely made it home in one piece. There was a trail of clothes leading from the front door up to Cassie's bedroom, where the slasher slayer had passed out on top of the covers. Just over fourteen hours later, the demon dog made his way home to check up on Cassie and found her like that. It confused Pooch on how falling asleep in lacy undergarments can be comfortable, but he doesn't wake Cassie to question her.

On the floor by her bed, Cassie's tablet sat where she'd dropped it, the screen black. Pooch was ever so curious about the tablets. They had nothing of the sort in Nef and Pooch had had very little chances to learn about them more with the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack's tablet attached to her wrist. But now that it was separated from the occasionally belligerent Cassie, Pooch had his chance. Lowering his head, Pooch did his best to grab the tablet and lift it onto one of the lighted stairs that made of the base of Cassie's bed. Pooch pawed at the tablet, turning on the visual function. He did not intend for that, but it was a happy coincidence.

He cleared his throat, giving his best smile. "Greetings, known and unknown citizens of the city of Taxon. I am the most loyal Pooch. The No Longer Hated Cassandra Hack appears to be in a deep sleep, so Pooch can control her tablet device. My tale is one of deceit, pain, and my mother, a lowbeast, exploding in messy fashion to give birth to Pooch. But Pooch wishes to know more of Taxon's citizens. So, tell humble Pooch of your life story." And then he grows quiet, looking at the screen in a 'okay, your turn' sort of way. Not unlike the Buffybot had.

((ooc: This will be a predominately Pooch post. Cassie will pop up every once in a while when she wakes up.))

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"Oh my," Glitch said, very dismayed by news of Cassie's glitch. "Th-th-that's terrible. Whenever I glitch, I just...forget things. She's all right now, though?" He almost thought he'd met a Cassie the night before, but that was before he met the gray girl and everything had gone a bit daffy.

As for the nickname, well, he'd certainly been called far worse. "Thank you, it would be really nice if I got it back."

"As far as loyal Pooch knows, yes. He hopes she does not glitch in that way again. It was very dangerous. And messy." Pooch remembers finding the train that Cassie had been on with River, how frightened the two of them had been. How very, very scared Pooch was to find out that it was Cassie's scent that filled the train.

"Could the Brainless Glitch possibly try to use the holes in the wall to make a new one?" Pooch offers, trying to help.

Glitch cringed. "I hope so too. It sounds like...that's terrible. I usually just forget things." Like the fact that he'd just pointed that out.

"Use the holes in the wall to make-" And a metaphorical lightbulb went off, along with a metaphorical rendition of Ode To Joy from famous Beethoven's famous Ninth Symphony. "Use a hatch to make my marbles! Good Glinda, Pooch, that's a brilliant idea! You're a very, very smart whatever you are."

"Humble Pooch understands your troubles," Pooch nods, giving Glitch a doggy smile.

"Pooch is a lowbeast from the world of Nef. He is not particularly smart. He just thinks differently," Pooch says sheepishly, having never been called brilliant before.

Just hearing that some~~thing~~one understood gave Glitch the warm fuzzies, and he nodded his thanks with a grin. Consider yourself owed some ear-scratching, Pooch.

"Oh, but thinking differently is being smart, or at least clever. I remember once at school when-" Pause. Blank expression. Glitch'd. "Or, um, no, I I I don't. But! You shouldn't sell yourself short, you're a lowbeast that's out-thought a royal adviser." A halfwitted one, true, but there's sentiment attached.

Pooch very much looks forward to ear-scratchings. Yes, he does.

"But Humble Pooch out-thought a royal adviser that is not at full brilliance. Though, Pooch must admit that Brainless Glitch does seem quite intelligent for someone missing a brain," Pooch comments.

"Half-a-brain," Glitch corrected gently and tapped his head, also gently. "Still. Thank you humble Pooch, I appreciate the compliment. I have a friend who used to give me...a hard time."

He missed Cain, actually, with his grouchiness and bizarre ideas of motivation. And his pants, not that he would ever fess up to that.

"Loyal Pooch apologizes," He says, very contrite. "Who is this friend of yours? Are they rude to the Brainless Glitch?"

Pooch is concerned. How can he be a friend if he's mean to Glitch?

"Oh, not really. Cain? He's..." Actually he was having a hard time remembering Cain, it was all going a little abstract. He wore a hat and had a gun and "He owes me one." A nod went with this, one of the firm and decisive ones. "He can be grouchy but his heart's in the right place, you know the type."

At least Glitch hoped Pooch knew the type, that would make it easier.

Funny how Glitch described Cain for Pooch does indeed know someone like that. "The No Longer Hated Cassie Hack is not unlike this mysterious Cain," Pooch nods.

"Oh, well, they'd probably get along then. If if he ever shows up here." A moment, please, as Glitch pines for Mr. Tightpants McNeedsaheart.

Finally Glitch caught on to something Pooch had said a few times. "The No Longer Hate- so I guess there was a time when you did hate Cassie Hack?"

"Yes. There was a time where she was called the Most Hated Cassandra Hack. She came to the Nefworld as a bride for the lords of Nef but she and the other bride managed to escape, while her oversized friend hacked at the Neflords' many tentacles. They escaped and the lords of Nef were furious. So they sent Loyal Pooch to assasinate the Most Hated Cassie Hack."

Pooch lowered his head, full of shame. "Humble Pooch failed."

"Oh," Glitch said. This was a typical stalling method for him, "oh" was a placeholder, something to get back to while he made heads or tails of whatever he was making heads or tails of. Get used to "oh," Pooch, as Glitch is not used to stories with so much hacking or so many tentacles.

"So, so you failed. But you have a friend now, so it worked out in your favor!" Oh, that optimism!

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