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[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo’s taken to practicing pyramid lately.

Of course, being that he’s up, dressed, PTed, showered, and fed by 0630, there’s really nobody around to practice with when he wants to practice.

Voodoo, being Voodoo, has found a solution in a certain polar bear-dog.

Okay, so Naga might not understand pyramid.

She might not even be able to grasp the concepts.

(Like, at all.)

But – that’s something he can work on, right?

And she’s an early riser, too!

(Worst comes to worst, he’s got a polar bear-dog as backup.)

He was practicing some plays a few minutes ago, but Naga, being Naga, took all the running about to mean “knock Voodoo on his ass and lick him silly every time he tries to get up”.

One sputtering saliva-drenched SEAL out back pinned underneath Christ-knows-how-many pounds of polar bear-dog, and one polar bear-dog making sure he stays that way. (For now.)

Help please?

Or maybe a distraction?

Something to stop the licking?

Anything?

Please?

Help?

Someone?

Anyone?

Bueller?

[tinytag: Kate Kane]

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche wanders over from his sunbathing spot when he notices what's going on, looking amused, and attempts to dislodge the big... dog... thing from the man's chest.

Given he's a skinny 17, his efforts are not entirely successful.

[boston_bruiser]

"Gerroff," Voodoo pants between licks. "Th- the Bar," LIIIICK "-get some fish from the Bar-" LIIIICK "-Naga! Gerroff!"

[street_sparrow]

"Fish? Okay, fish it is." He vanishes and returns a few minutes later, bearing several fresh whole fish.

[boston_bruiser]

Fish that Naga is all too happy to leap off of Voodoo to devour.

"Thanks," he says, getting to his feet and (futilely) attempting to wipe himself off. "Fuckin' dog needs a breath mint like I need a shower."

Gavroche will probably notice how strangely Voodoo is dressed. They definitely don't have anything like him in 19th century Paris.

[street_sparrow]

Most definitely not. Probably not even in London Below. He eyes both man and dog with equal curiosity.

"No problem. What breed is she, I've never seen a dog like that?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Polar bear-dog," Voodoo says as he keeps trying to wipe himself off. "She's a friend's. Borrowed her for pyramid practice, and, well-"

He gestures to his apparel - the saliva speaks for itself quite well, doesn't it?

[street_sparrow]

"...yeah." He nods. "Someone bred a dog with a polar bear?"

[boston_bruiser]

"...maybe," Voodoo says after some thought. "I just always heard her master refer to her as a polar bear-dog, and she looks the fuckin' part, so..."

He shrugs. "I ain't ever been to her world, so your guess is as good as mine."

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche grins. "Interesting thought, anyway, I didn't know you could do that. But she does look the part."

[raptorcanaria]

If Dinah were to lean against one of the backboards, with her arms crossed, and an amused little smile on her face, would that count as helping?

No?

She's in running shorts and a sports bra, having just been for a run around the lake She was going to try for a practice on her own on the Pyramid court, but she found it currently occupied.

So the rest of her workout is being replaced by watching a SEAL being licked by a giant white animal.

...

...

"Need a hand, there?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo was about to give a real long, eloquent response, believe us. Would've put Cicero, Churchill, and FDR all to shame.

But Naga chooses that exact moment to drag her heavy-as-sin tongue across him and OH GOD NOT THE FACE.

"YES."

(That'll have to do.)

[raptorcanaria]

A small sonic whistle would probably work, but Dinah feels that's still kind of overkill.

So instead of that, she steps forward and lays a hand on the animal's front flank, pushing at it firmly.

"Hey, boy," she says, "leave the nice human alone."

[boston_bruiser]

Naga stops and looks at the funny little human in her funny little sports bra and funny little shorts.

Then, because she is in a friendly (re: licking) mood, licks her.

Considering that Naga is a carnivorous top-tier predator who never ever ever brushes her teeth...

...the smell is truly something to behold, is it not?

[raptorcanaria]

It's like Oliver Queen after a day of fighting gorillas.

"Ergh!" Dinah announces, changing her tactic to pushing away the giant head. "Dog breath!"

[boston_bruiser]

"That's what I thought," Voodoo says as he worms his way out from under the now-distracted Naga and stands up.

"You," he says to Naga as he tries (and fails) to brush himself off, "are a very, very bad girl. When Korra hears about this, she'll...I dunno, but she'll do something, and you prolly ain't gonna like it."

To Dinah: "Tried borrowing her for pyramid practice. Ain't the brightest idea, in retrospect."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah is still standing by an elephantine feat of leg strength, continuing to push against her face.

"I've heard brighter," she admits. "She's not yours?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Uh-uh," Voodoo says. "She's a friend's - hey, Naga," he says, taking her jaws in his hands, "none of that."

Naga complies, looking his way, tongue hanging out, happy as a clam.

"Don't gimmie that look. Need to brush your goddamn teeth one of these days," he mutters.

[to_serve]

Kate had planned on coming out for some PT of her own, figuring since Bar insisted she come her instead of Gotham's Central Avenue, but that dog thing is a good attention getter so she walks over. When she spots the SEAL underneath she reads the uniform for anything she might recognize before speaking up.

"Is that how they're training wet boys nowadays?" Hey, just cause she's not in the Army anymore doesn't mean she's not a believer.

[boston_bruiser]

"NO-" LIIICK "-IT-" LIIICK "-IS-" LIIICK "-NOT. NAGA, GERROFF!"

The polar bear-dog, for her part, looks up at the new arrival. Voodoo, the silly human he is, tries to worm his way out from under her, but Naga puts a paw on his face, putting an end to that nonsense.

[to_serve]

Kate (who's wearing grey sweats) carefully holds out her hand for the large dog to smell, she loves dogs but one larger than any horse she's seen deserves caution.

"So this is some sort of macho, endurance thing then?" She could of course offer to help but he's a big, strong SEAL right?

[boston_bruiser]

Naga sniffs the hand -

- then licks Kate. Mainly because she smells very lickable.

"It's a workout sesh gone wrong," Voodoo says, his voice muffled by Naga's paw. "Don't suppose I could get you to - I dunno, get some fish?"

[to_serve]

"Fish? I don't know what ever this thing is, it seems to like seal."

[boston_bruiser]

"Yeah, okay, ha ha, you're a fucking riot."

Beat.

"Wait, how the fuck did you know I'm Navy?"

[to_serve]

Kate doesn't answer, standing to turn back to the bar for the bait to rescue the poor sailor. Eventually, she does show some mercy as she calls out over her shoulder, "Lucky guess. Though there aren't many who are using M60's anymore and your uniform is not from the sixties. Be right back."

[OOC- And thanks for the bone. Don't know much about military service.]

[boston_bruiser]

[OOC: Y'welcome!]

"Oh, gee, thanks, don't mind me, I'll just, y'know, sit here. Pinned. Under this fatass polar bear-dog's paw."

Naga leans down to sniff him -

- and then licks an exposed earlobe.

"Goddammit."