Wallace looked up hopefullywas Thing 1 came in and scratched behind his ears. He liked being scrathed behind his ears; it felt nice. Thing 1 burbled a bit,and then set a bowl down in front of him. It wasn't his bowl, but it had food in. That would do fine. Wallace completly forgot about his injury, and began to happily wolf down the entire contents of his bowl.

Rupert grinned down at the puppy, and stood back up after a final ruffle of the little guy’s head. “Good boy, LG.” In his head, he was already making plans for the future of his guard dog. The black Lab puppy had just gotten his shots, so that was out of the way... in a few weeks his leg would be healed up... And after that... it was never too soon to start obedience school. Frankly, Flipsy could due with another run through. He intercepted the little tan dog by grabbing the back of her collar as she made a bee-line for the puppy’s food bowl. She’d eaten her own dinner like the little piggy she was, at heart. “No, Flipsy.” He told her sternly, lightly whapping her nose; “That’s LG’s.”

...This did not endear the puppy to Flipsy’s heart. She sat down on the carpet and let the Tolerable Human pet her. Her tongue lolled out pleasantly and her tail whapped the ground. Her brown doggie eyes wished evil thoughts upon the black Lab and the place he’d come from. Also: his mother, his father, and all those he held dear.

(OOC: do let me know if I god-mod your doors )

After licking the bowl clean, he looked up to see Thing 1 playing a game with Thing 2. Fun! He ran over, and bapped Thing 2 on the nse in a similar fashoin to Thing 1. He then barked playfully, and unable to reach Thing 1's nose, chose to bap its shin instead. Another happy bark, and then he ran off to explore.

He went through the only open door, which lead into another room. Wow! This room was great! There was a really big thing to jump on! Wallace ran at the Really Big Thing, and used his claws to climb up it. It was rectangular, and had some sort of covering over it that Wallace used to climb. Once he was on it, he bounced up and down whilst making happy yipping noises.

((ooc: Noooo! My doors-! ...They feel violated. ))

Rupert followed the puppy down the hall, and laughed. Well, obviously that leg isn't bothering him much. With a shake of his head, he went back into his living room, and flipped on the stereo. Black Sabbath started blaring. He sat down on the couch--the couch where he and Raina had-- he shifted over to sit on the chair, and spread out a slew of case notes and half-finished reports on the coffee table in front of him. It made a small hill. ...Okay. He could do this. With Voodoo blasting from a set of very nice half-a-paycheck speakers, he cracked his knuckles dramatically, and set to work.

"Say you don't know me, you'll burn
you can refuse, but you'll lose, it's by me
Say you don't want me, you'll learn
nothin' you do will be new, 'cause I'm through"

You know what else a puppy was good for? Not thinking about the Ice Queen.

"Call me a liar, you knew
you were a fool"

...Work. Right. He was doing work now. Rupert sat with a black pen twirling lazily between the fingers of his left hand, and stared down at the work he had to get done before he started at the camps.

Flipsy, meanwhile, had curled up on her pink Princess dog bed, at the side of Rupert's chair. The puppy was an undignified lump of energy. She wasn't about to be dragged into its inane games. Even if they did look like fun.

In true puppy fashion, Wallace was swiftly getting bored of his new discovery. He went out in search of his Things, and saw that Thing 2 had curled up on a bed. Wallace had had a bed. Feeling a little homesick, he ran over and lay down next to Thing 2, and fell asleep. And made little, high-pitched snores.

...Urge to kill. Rising.

There was a fluffy soft warm cozy ball of high-pitched snores curled up next to Flipsy. On her Princess bed. On her Princess bed. It was going to die. It was going to die a horrible death. She was going to rip out its little throat and—

Flipsy flipped an ear as the Tolerable Human growled something to himself, and started paging through his piles of leaves. There would be no killing of the puppy while he was in the apartment. There would be no killing of the puppy, period. Humans tended to overreact to things like that. ...She would have to devise a more subtle strategy. She could not get rid of the puppy; therefore, she must make the Human get rid of it.

Flipsy settled back down, warmly pilling her own head on top of the black Lab’s back as her eyes slipped closed. Tomorrow when the Tolerable Human went to work, perhaps, she would teach the puppy how to open Rupert’s closet. His suits were such excellent playmates.

Flipsy went to sleep, and dreamed nefarious poodle-mutt dreams.

An Open Bedroom window in Ruperts room was all the stealthy intruder needed to enter the apartment. The intruder scampered across the floor, letting out tiny squeaks of curiousity.

The mysterious intruder was a ferret.

But not just any Ferret, Helix the ferret.

Thats right, Ruby's little ferret had found a way to get across town and back without getting run over, how you may ask. Well it is quite simple really, first Helix got into his mobile Cage that Ruby built for him, second he pushed the shiny red button that he wasnt aloud to push, third he hung on for dear life.

The Cage was proppelled by petrolum and was designed to avoid any obstacles in its way, how Ruby made it do it without a control it was yet know but what Rupert would soon find out was that the cage had already rolled its way into the corner of his bedroom.

Helix poked his little head around the corner and let out another adorable ferret squeak when he saw Wallace. The Ferret had often played witht he puppy and had becomes a sort of ally with him.

But what Helix wanted to know was where was his mom? She hadnt given him his ferret treats or played the catch the mousy game with him. That was a sin against all ferret kind in his opinion.

Helix had a collar with a tag around his neck stating in small font. 'Helix Lupin, Property of Ruby Lupin. Please return my Ferret to the institute if found, he is my best furry friend and I would love to have him back'

The little ferret saw the fleshbag on the couch and decided to scurry next to him, nudging his hand and atempting to get him to play. Helix scurried around Rupert's couch, really trying to get the fleshbag to pay attention to him.

(note Helix's 'travel cage' has every Ferret supply in it. )

A familiar smell penetrated the puppy's mind, even in his sleep. He woke instantly, and was over joyed to see his fellow furry friend. Wallace leapt, ignoring Thing 2, and made a dash for his friend. He sprinted straight for Friend, without bothering to consider what would happen when he colllided, only thinking that he had finally found someone interesting to play with.

Rupert felt something warm and furry push against his hand, and absentmindedly reached to scratch behind its ears. Now this, right here, was an interesting case file: the series of brawls in central park awhile back. Big Red had been involved, as well as a few others that weren’t exactly park regulars. The ice user was what got Rupert’s attention, though—whoever it was, he or she was strong, and destructive. He/she had done little more than blip on the police radar for this one fight, though, and then had disappeared. He could be optimistic, and hope the mutie had just been passing through. Or he could treat this with the usual police superstition, and expect to meet this person again in the future. He’d have to keep his eyes open: he of all people knew, now, that you couldn’t tell a mutie on sight.

Ears, ears... those were awfully funny ears for a dog... Rupert glanced down. He barely had time to register that he was petting a black and white rat before LG was throwing himself at the thing. “What the-?!” Rupert himself was out of the chair in a flash. Rats: not on his list of favorite animals. Especially weird, skinny, tailless rats. “Good boy, LG! Sic it!”

Flipsy yawned delicately, and looked up with a wag of her tail that looked adorable and translated to You didn’t bring home a poodle because you were expecting it to be useful.

Wait, skinny and tailless...? Rupert, suddenly, had a bad feeling about this. The weird cage on his hallway floor didn’t help.

Helix darted out of the way, so the puppy would miss him, but let out a squeak of joy upon seeing him. Helix nuzzled the side of the puppy's head before looking over at human.

Helix got off his tail that he was sitting on and looked at the human curiously. He approached it carefully, tiny paws making slight imprints on the couch.

Helix then squeaked in a ferrety way at the human, rolling around a bit and then leaping into the air. The Ferret landed back on the couch with a small thump before he walked over to the end of the couch.

(OOC:sorry for the short post, i was a little stumped on what to write)

And Wallace slid right into the couch. But in true puppy fashion, he was entirely unfazed, and happily jumped onto Thing 1. And forgot that he had claws. He barked happily, as though trying to introduce Friend, and then made another dive for Friend.

((ooc: That’s okay, Ted. At least you’re not the one who forgot that ferret’s have tails. Thanks for running with that, Em. lol))

…The skinny rat was squeaking. Jumping, too. Apparently it did have a tail after all—one that was suspiciously not-hairless.

“You’re not a rat, are you?” Rupert asked unhappily. It was squeaking and LG was barking and Flispy was… sleeping. Something that looked like a collar was around the rodent’s neck. Rupert had almost a premonition of what was to come. He tentatively crouched down so that he and the ferret were on the same eye-level. There it was, written with childish innocence (in very small print that was hard enough to read without the thing skittering around like it had gotten into the sugar):

'Helix Lupin, Property of Ruby Lupin. Please return my Ferret to the institute if found, he is my best furry friend and I would love to have him back'

“Goodie.” Rupert said, to no one in particular. He ran a hand through his hair as the puppy jumped the ferret. “What am I, the mutie pet boarding house? Guard dogs are one thing, but…” He pointed a stern finger at the ferret. “No rodents!”

It was the ferret of Ruby Lupin. And, somehow, it had broken into his apartment. He should doubt its ability to understand him. But… he just didn’t.

Helix only moved a half a pawstep before hitting the puppy gently on the head with his tail. The ferret almost sounded like he was laughing as he snickered in a ferrety kind of way. Helix looked over at the human, tilting his head to the side.

The Ferret then attempted to crawl up Ruperts leg and then attempted to get on the mans chest, if he succeded he would have curled up into a little ball and seemingly falling asleep.

That is if Rupert let him.

OOC: do complain if you want me to, you know, not rip your trousers

IC:
Friend bopped Wallace on the head with his tail (your ferret is a he, right?) before starting to climb up Thing 1's leg. Wallace mistook this to be a new game, and tried to race it up the other leg. Unfortunately, he still hadn't quite understood the idea of claws, and accidently ripped off a portion of the material covering Thing 1's leg. He fell backwards, landing clumsily, but very distracted by te new toy. Cloth, apparently, was great fun for tearing! And tear he did, all else forgotten.

...There was a ferret up his leg and a puppy on his trousers. Rupert thought of yelling. He sensed, however, just how little good it would do. Humans and mutants he could yell at: he could spend all day yelling at them. Animals? Not likely to get results. Rupert left the puppy to its scrap of his pants—his poor, poor dress pants—and walked into the kitchen. He cradled his arm over his chest, so that the odd little ferret who had mistaken him for a bed wouldn’t fall off. He calmly opened his medicine cabinet, located the Aspirin, and dry-swallowed two.

Well, at least he’d have something to talk about, that next awkward time he ran into the Lupin sisters. He couldn’t see Ruby being thrilled that he had her ferret. Which was fair, since he wasn’t exactly thrilled by it, either.