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[fathers-cleric.livejournal.com]

John Preston inna bar. Mulling over the state of affairs in his world with a cup of tea, petting Ludwig. Ludwig, for his part, is sitting idly by watching people.

Someone might wanna tell him to eat something.

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[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

An old man in a toga is reading a scroll and making marks on it as he sits down next to the young man and the dog.

Chances are this was the booth he was in earlier and truely doesn't realize that it has been taken by others.

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Preston frowned, his eyes directed in the old man's direction.

"Sir?" Polite and to the point, "Can I assist you?"

Ludwig, in a fit of tiredness, leans into archimedes, puppy paws outstretched.

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

The paws more then the mans words catch the old mans attention. Looking down and seeing the dog he pays it no mind letting it be. But catching sight of the young man to his side out of the corner of his eye he lifts his head. "I don't believe so." his eyes darting around the room getting his barings, "When did you get here?" he really hadn't noticed that he had gotten up and started to pace the room.

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A pause, Preston not having much experience with elderly people- (or at least how he precieves this newcomer) but he smiles, "I've only just arrived...I'm sorry...was this your seat?"

A friendly glance.

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

"No appologies needed, there is plenty of room" looking down at the dog, "and this one seems to be quite comfortable." offering a smile, "How do you do young man?" he can be friendly.

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"I'm all right." Preston says, "Just thinking."

Beat.

"I'm john Preston." A good way to make friends is introductions...

[archimedes19.livejournal.com]

"Archimedes, pleasure to meet you."

Turning his head towards the young fellow, "What is on your mind?"

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Ray comes in from outside, shaking out his right hand and wincing fractionally. It's not until he's come away from the Bar with a tube of topical anaesthetic that he catches sight of the familiar pair, and migrates their way.

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Ludwig's the first person to catch Ray's scent. Disentangling himself from his sleeping position he ambles over, wagging his tail.

Preston, stifling a yawn, looks up and smiles.

"Mornin'"

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Ray crouches to greet the puppy properly. You just can't let a puppy's greeting go unanswered, after all. "Morning yourself, Cleric. How are-"

The puppy, being after all a puppy, starts snuffling curiously at the tube of strange-smelling stuff. Ray hastily shoves it in a pocket. "Nonono. That's not for you, Ludwig. That's for humans who can't move fast enough to get out of the way of a blaster bolt."

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Preston eyes Ray and Ludwig, "No. Dog. Don't."

Ludwig whines then begins chewing on his foot.

Preston eyes the tube, "What is it?"

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"Oh- anti-inflammatory painkiller," Ray says. "Topical. I've been practicing with the training drone, and it got me square in the middle of my right hand." He holds up the offended member, which is distinctly swollen and red in places. "I'd normally go for alternating cold and heat, but it's not like it was a serious injury. At least I'm not right handed, or it'd be a little awkward."

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Preston nods, then looks at Ray incredulous, "A lazer beam?"

He remembers beatings and bruises. Somehow without the feeling of compassion people forget when to stop when wacking each other with sticks, "You're dedicated."

A pause, "Have a seat?" He gestures to the empty chair

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog? Tell someone to eat something? Right.

She is, however, eyeing the puppy with great interest, because, well, puppy. Puppies are cute. And soft. And simple. She likes simple today.

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Puppy's staring right back. He likes people. Taking a few cautious steps toward her, Puppy sniffs

Preston, aware of puppy's wanderings, Preston's looking around for the dog-but he hasn't seen her-not yet.

[cywyllog]

She crouches down to puppy level and holds out a hand.

"Hello there, little one." She calls softly.

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Puppy, who's life consisted of the same people day in and day out, having been exposed to this new world-is not shy of strangers. So he continues padding over, with each step his tail wags.

"Ludwig?" Preston, looking over and seeing them both. Puppy, being young, ignores him and sniffs at cywyllog's hand.

[cywyllog]

Cywyllog grins, gently reaches further toward Ludwig and scritches an ear. "You are a handsome one, yes you are."

She looks up at Preston, still scritching. "He is yours, then?"

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She's found a spot. Ludwig's tail goes full wag and he drops to the side, his leg going at it full throttle. Woof.

"...Mine?" He stares at the dog, "Well...he's an animal. He belongs to himself. I just feed him."

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Hello Mr. Preston." comes a friendly sort of voice. Noticing the dog she bends down at the knees to greet the dog, "And who might you be?"

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Preston smiles, "Hello miss." He frowns, "I know we've met before, did I get your name?"

A smile, "That's Ludwig."

Ludwig, oblivious to human niceties, wags his tail at Amanda blatently. Automatically liking her. What can we say? he likes good people.

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"Amanda." she extends her hand in greeting again.

She begins to pet him. Applying some pressure but not enough to hurts him, just the way most dogs she's met seems to like. "Where did you find him? He is so very lovable."

*grins*

[OOC: BTW, saw the movie and Swoons]

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Preston shakes her hand warmly, "Please, call me Preston."

The dog licks amanda's hand, "On a raid." he'd rather not talk about it.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Alright, Preston." he is far warmer then the last time thy met, a bit less ridged. "He seems like a gem." She wont press.

Suppose that fate brings people and their pets together.

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"A gem?" Preston loks at Ludwig, "...he's not a rock..."