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[inmylight_commander]

[So guess who also shot at the Moogles and guess who also got to experience a stop spell stasis field, and who's less than happy about the whole thing?]

[This girl.]

[A video feed opens on another fully armored personnel, her Israeli accent edged with frustration.]

Noble Two calling Noble Actual. Come in Noble Actual. Colonel Holland? Auntie Dot -- Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on.

[Some brief, jerking movements as she tries to brush off the Meow Wow that keeps rubbing up against her leg and snuffling affectionately.] Stop it. If I'd known you are what I was making I wouldn't have bothered. Go away before I shoot you.

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[It really was. But as to her question, Emile shrugged.]

Beats the hell outta me. Same reason the others ain't got here yet, I guess.

[...you know, like Jorge.]

[inmylight_commander]

[Yeah he'd better just mean Jorge. Kat's not sure she wants to ask about the others yet, but there's a definite hitch in her step at his words.]

Just show me the ship, Four. [Let's drown our sorrows in science!]

[spaceracist]

[There's Thom, too! And...yeah, okay, Carter. Sorry, Kat. Not that he's going to say a damn word about that unless Carter himself shows up and gives him explicit permission.]

This way.

[He'll lead her a little through the town toward the portal, but before they get there a group of Nightmares appears. Moving smoothly into battle position, Emile doesn't waste a moment as he wades in with his knife and instructs Spikes to spit fireballs at them from a distance.]

Watch out for the bears.

[inmylight_commander]

[Yeah she just doesn't want to know. Not right now.]

[She follows, periodically glancing down at her Meow Wow dubiously. When the nightmares appear, she swiftly flanks Emile and draws her pistol; this was familiar. This was good.]

[spaceracist]

[Emile seems to be using melee attacks a lot more than his guns, unusually enough. But then, bullets were a little more expensive than having a relatively unlimited free supply from the UNSC.

Besides, these are just the town Nightmares. Save ammo for the important ones.

Dream Eater follows Dream Eater into a shower of munny and dropped treasure as Emile and Spikes work together, and he's sure Kat will do just as well.]

[inmylight_commander]

[She notices Emile taking a more hands on approach, and adjusts her own tactics accordingly, trusting his judgement on this particular battlefield. The Meow Wow seems eager to help, if untrained and frankly ignored by Kat (except for the couple times she almost accidentally shoots him).]

[The raining munny is a bit of a surprise, though, and she drops her guard for a moment from a mix of surprise and what the hell is going on here]

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[Emile chuckles a little, but between two Spartans and the two Spirits, the battle is soon over and Spikes runs around grabbing the little treats that were dropped.]

Share, you.

[The Hebby Repp chitters a little but then nudges some of the little ice creams over to Kat.]

You give those to your little Spirit there. It's what they eat.

[inmylight_commander]

[The Meow Wow hops back and forth in excitement, pressing the front end of its body down and wiggling its rotund butt in the air. Kat looks at it, then at the treats the bat-thing is carrying, then at Emile.]

I'm not going to get used to this, you know. [She takes the treats, hesitates as the Meow Wow wiggles a little harder, and then tosses the lot down where it's quickly vaccuumed up by the excited dreameater.] At least I think I know what to name it.

[spaceracist]

Do tell.

[He'll feed a couple of his own to Spikes, who noms on the cheerfully. Emile pats its head. He'd never imagined himself having a pet, so he chooses to look at the little monster as more of a...fighting partner. Yeah.]

[inmylight_commander]

[She looks down at the thing as she holsters her pistol.]

Don't Shoot. It'll be a nice reminder.

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[Emile snorts in amusement. Clearly Kat is even less of the pet-keeping type, but at least it is a name.]

Don't Shoot, huh?

[Spikes jumps up and runs over to nudge Don't Shoot in a friendly manner. Your Person is nice!]

[inmylight_commander]

[Kat shrugs. Hey, she didn't even like the moas they reminded her too much of aliens. Plus she sees pets as a distraction. Don't Shoot has his work cut out for him.]

[He whuffpurrs at Spikes and wiggles his bottom in a happy mood. She's great! Yours is nice too!]

[spaceracist]

[Spikes squaks in agreement and continues to chatter. Maybe your Person will paint you like mine did!]

Well. Looks like those two get along, anyway.

[But Emile sounds just as glad; Kat's back.]

Come on. Let's go.

[inmylight_commander]

That's a good thing, right?

[She's joking. Maybe. But follows along. Don't Shoot jumps excitedly, whuffling, Blue! Blue! Blue!]

[spaceracist]

Hell yeah.

[Time to go explore a haunted spaceship!]