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[wrathfulkhan]

[Gene turns on the feed and is about to speak. He opens his mouth to say something, and then, quite suddenly - there is a large amount of snow coating his hair. And half the inside of his suite. Among the snow is a vast collection of random junk, including some Angry Birds robots and other things people may recognize as once belonging to an absentee trickster god.

Also there's a bloodhound. A bloodhound which is rolling around in the snow and saying indistinct things about entrails and murder. Standard stuff, really, for a bloodhound.

Gene closes his mouth, whatever he was about to say forgotten in the wake of this new fuckery. He looks back, taking in the scene behind him for a good five seconds, and turns back to the camera, his face a mask of utter, dangerous calm.]

Loki...

[He takes a deep breath. The mask of calm shatters when he yells:]

...what the fuck?!

Comments

I FORGOT IT WAS MY TAG HERE

[loquaciouslyfeline]

Depends. I take it it's not your beast, and the previous owner may take issue with your killing a beloved pet. [The beloved is absolutely sarcasm. Why do you ask?]

That being said, we should likely refrain from killing it unless it outright attacks us. Animal cruelty is not something I wish to add to my repertoire.

NO WORRIES FRIEND

[wrathfulkhan]

[Amelia, you are incredibly droll. He likes you.]

Okay. Loki might be a bit put out if I killed his firebreathing hellhound. [He also might not.]

Let's move to subdue?

EARLY MORNING TAGGING

[loquaciouslyfeline]

Indeed. [If subduing results in some pain to the beast, that is just how the cookie crumbles.

She eyes the sink.]

You don't happen to have a bucket on hand, do you?

LATEY MCLATERSON TAGGING

[wrathfulkhan]

[He sees what you're driving at.]

Yeah. Hold on.

[Gene fetches the bucket to douse the hellhound. That is, if the damnable creature doesn't magic the water he's filling it with into gasoline or something awful.]