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[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Good morning, Bar, how are you?
I hope you're feeling fine.
I'd love to stay and talk but it's almost 9 o'clock,
and I'm missing a pup of mine.

Wolf, looking for Harold.

Feel free to ask him what he's doing, since he's basically walking around sniffing.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Huh.

That's new.

"Looking for something?" Wells inquires curiously, looking up from his maps and diagrams of the Gruinard Island complex.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf looks over.

"Oh, yeah. Um... Someone, actually. You wouldn't have seen a two year old around, have you?"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Can't say I have, but I'll keep an eye out," Wells promises. "What's his name, and what's he look like?"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"He's a pale little kid; white like... bread dough. Sort of. Not literally. But pale and with pale hair. His name's Harold."

There's something almost familiar about this man.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

No kidding. Wells nods, frowning, trying to place it-

He's good at sniffing inobtrusively when he has to, but he's got a feeling inobtrusive won't really matter with this one.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

No, not really.

He frowns, almost.

"Pardon if this seems rude, but are you maybe not human?"

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

"Not any more," Wells admits. "I was born human, but I came second in an argument with a werewolf two years back. Survived it anyway." He makes a vague 'time passes, things happen' gesture with one hand. "Yourself?"

If he thinks it's rude he shows no signs of it. Then again, it's very hard to offend the man at times.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/]

Harold is still invisible. Well, he's not ALWAYS invisible, but in the bar he's invisible because. You know. THEY could be there. And that would be bad and scary and such.

So! Harold's on the floor, playing with a little RED TRUCK. It goes this way and that way and rooooolls across the floor.
Whee fun!

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf turns, catching a whiff.

This trail is stronger. More fresh.

Harold's here somewhere. In the bar.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/]

And the truck goes uuuup the booth that Snow's sitting in..and acroooss the table and then back dooooown to the floor...

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Snow!

Wolf "pounces."

...And stares at the truck.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_purple_crayon/]

Wolf hasn't moved close enough to Snow for Harold to notice him yet. Thankfully.

Thus the truck continues to roll across the floor, Harold making very quiet little vrooom! vrooom! noises.
Snowball is right next to Harold and is unimpressed with the truck. She's asleep.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Snow skritches Snowball behind the ears, trying to keep an eye on Harold without directly looking at him.

Someone's got to make an effort toward keeping him from notice.

[mysterious-seed.livejournal.com]

Bulbasaur looks up from its large mug of coffee. Human, sniffing? The pokémon sniffs a bit itself. Nope, nothuman. This place takes some getting used to.

The Nothuman seems to be seeking something. Perhaps Bulbasaur can offer assistance? The little reptile gets up and ambles over.

"Saur, bulbasaur?"


[OOC: Whee! Bonus points for VeggieTales reference!]

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

[ooc: That's right! Wheeeeee!]

Wolf looks down, and staaaares.

"Hi?"

[mysterious-seed.livejournal.com]

What, they don't have bulldog-sized reptiles with plant bulbs on their backs where Wolf is from? If not, they should. Bulbasaur sits down at Wolf's feet, and gazes up at him with garnet eyes. "Saur! Saursaur bulba, bulbasaur?"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

No, they don't.

"...Can I help you?"

[mysterious-seed.livejournal.com]

Head tilt. "Saurbulbsaur saursaur. Bulbasaur." It sniffs the air. "Saurbulbasaur, saur?"

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Not. A. Clue.

Um.

"I'm Wolf."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

The sniffing doesn't go unnoticed by Prue and she is curious especially as she too is too is on the hunt. Though not for the same person.

"Standing in front of him, "Hello."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf stops, and blinks.

"Uh, hi."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

"A warm smile, "Are you looking for something?" she asks because she can be good at locating lost items and sometimes people.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"Well, not so much something as someone. I'm looking for a little boy, about yea high. He wears overalls almost all the time."

[oldestcharmed1.livejournal.com]

Well this sounds familiar. "Does this boy have a name?" she asks kindly. After all there are a number of boys that she has seen wandering about, including her nephew.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

"His name is Harold," he says.