Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Bael was silent and listening for a time, and when the conversation ended, all he heard first was Cedar.
We're gonna go dog-sitting?
Bael listened to Simon, and immediately, the same thing as when they'd first lost Strong filled his mind. This wasn't fair. What about Callista. "We're gonna be dog-sitting for you?"
"Bael, you weren't suppose to say that out loud," Cedar said quietly, awkwardly glancing at the man.
"No -- I know. But this, someone's got to address this. Have you got some team figuring out what's going on? Why these rogues are sentient? I want to know. How are they able to maintain thought after their owner's death, sir? Do you know yet? Do humans have to die for it?" He paused, leaning over the table. "I knew you'd be sending at least someone to deal with finding Strong. That's a given. But I wouldn't leave it to an organization like this to deal with an issue like companions maintaining thought and sapience, because they might not do it. I mean, I can get sending someone more competent to find Amber Strong; I accidentally killed a wolf for god's sake -- but at the very least you could let us help deal with this -- this -- whatever it is that these rogues are doing to preserve theirselves. How is it even our job that someone's got a vendetta against a pink poodle? That's police work. I thought we were here to do more important things. Are we just supposed to sit back and listen to friggin' pop music while you all do something productive, while we watch someone we know devolve into a shoe-chewing animal?" Bael paused. "You know, it reminds me of grandparents. How when they start getting on in years, they just start... Slipping away. And suppose, just for a second, there is something dangerous about this mission -- which should have enough security that she should be fine in the first place! She's Gigi Canine, she can hire better guards than I could be! -- if something happened to one of us, we have to sit back, relax, and watch that happen. Only, much faster. And we have to sit right back and can't do anything because instead of finding a way to fix it, we had to go protect some pop star from something she should be able to deal with herself." He looked at the others, then at Agent Darcy.
Bael, don't. Sit down.
Cedar, you're acting like this isn't a problem. This is a huge problem.
@SilverFlight @Everyone
We're gonna go dog-sitting?
Bael listened to Simon, and immediately, the same thing as when they'd first lost Strong filled his mind. This wasn't fair. What about Callista. "We're gonna be dog-sitting for you?"
"Bael, you weren't suppose to say that out loud," Cedar said quietly, awkwardly glancing at the man.
"No -- I know. But this, someone's got to address this. Have you got some team figuring out what's going on? Why these rogues are sentient? I want to know. How are they able to maintain thought after their owner's death, sir? Do you know yet? Do humans have to die for it?" He paused, leaning over the table. "I knew you'd be sending at least someone to deal with finding Strong. That's a given. But I wouldn't leave it to an organization like this to deal with an issue like companions maintaining thought and sapience, because they might not do it. I mean, I can get sending someone more competent to find Amber Strong; I accidentally killed a wolf for god's sake -- but at the very least you could let us help deal with this -- this -- whatever it is that these rogues are doing to preserve theirselves. How is it even our job that someone's got a vendetta against a pink poodle? That's police work. I thought we were here to do more important things. Are we just supposed to sit back and listen to friggin' pop music while you all do something productive, while we watch someone we know devolve into a shoe-chewing animal?" Bael paused. "You know, it reminds me of grandparents. How when they start getting on in years, they just start... Slipping away. And suppose, just for a second, there is something dangerous about this mission -- which should have enough security that she should be fine in the first place! She's Gigi Canine, she can hire better guards than I could be! -- if something happened to one of us, we have to sit back, relax, and watch that happen. Only, much faster. And we have to sit right back and can't do anything because instead of finding a way to fix it, we had to go protect some pop star from something she should be able to deal with herself." He looked at the others, then at Agent Darcy.
Bael, don't. Sit down.
Cedar, you're acting like this isn't a problem. This is a huge problem.
@SilverFlight @Everyone
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