wolfishsurvivalist | ✖ anxiety attack: 007 ✖

[A. Phone | Filtered from Herr Major]

Hey guys, I know this is going to sound fairly unusual but I have a couple requests to make. There's a few new kids in town, really young, and I just want to make sure they'll be safe if things go completely insane around here. Also there's a girl who needs protection from her house's father, and I wanted to know if anyone would be willing to let her stay with them. I have a nasty feeling that her assigned dad might come looking to drag her back, and from what I know he's a pretty nasty guy in a fight. So if anyone is willing to let her stay with them, if he finds out she's not coming back save to avoid droning, things might get ugly.

I just want to know she'll be safe. Unfortunately this guy could easily wipe out everyone at my house, and I don't want to promise her I'll keep her safe only to fail miserably. This is a really risky request, and she'll need someone to go with her when she stops back in at her assigned house to avoid droning.

Please, if anyone's willing to take me up on this, I need to find someplace safer for her immediately.

[B. Streets: Early evening]

[Mika is limping a little less today, leaning on her cane only a little as she hobbles down the sidewalk with a huge basket in hand. It's a picnic basket. Whatever's in it is covered with a cloth, and despite her cryptic phone call earlier, she seems to be particularly cheerful, humming softly and her tail wagging as she makes her way down the street.]

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Physical strength is not the only strength.

If you will allow me, I will check with the other residents here and see what they think of taking her in, but I do not know if they would wish the possible trouble.

Okay, I really appreciate it. Thanks...um...

[No idea about who she's talking to, so she falls into awkward silence.]

[It's okay, he'll catch exactly what that silence is, since he's done the same before]

My name is chaos.

I'm Mika. Mika Whitepaws.

[Tiny tailwags.]

Thanks, Chaos.

You're welcome, Mika. I'll call you back when I have spoken with them. Until then, if you or she should ever need any assistance in the form of healing, please feel free to call me.

All right. I'll...you're a healer?

[With a name like that she was expecting something completely different. She's officially distracted now.]

[If he had known she was thinking that, he'd laugh again. Since he doesn't though, he gives her a proper response.]

Yes. Healing is one of my abilities. One of the ones so far returned, anyway.

Wow that is so cool.

[Man the only thing she's gotten back is a bullet hole in the lung. Well. And ears and tail but details!]

It is useful at least.

[Sadly he can't see any of those]

Yeah, no kidding!

[At least someone patched up her gunshot wounds?]

[A small chuckle] As I said if you are ever in need, feel free to call. Oh, though if it's on a weekday I may be stuck up at the high school.

That's fine, I'm usually at the hospital. I still have no idea why they dumped me there.

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