This message is a placeholder for the first world of Taylor and Zionn, GMed by Tadeusz...  :)
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Taylor and Zionn, you're both down at the Indian Hills Civic Center to watch a night of boxing.  The fights are interesting, and the hard metal chairs wearing a bit, but you've found yourself with a loud drunk behind you.

Taylor gets a phone call on his new 'Scriff Inside!' cell phone, and even in the lulls, he can't hear what is said because the guy behind you two seems to be deliberately yelling whenever the noise level drops.  And this is in a good fight, so you don't want to move...

Zionn turns, and very politely asks for the guy to chill for a few minutes.  He responds by jumping up, yelling loudly in your face, and the full cup of beer comes sloshing out of his large styrofoam cup.

It covers the cell phone.

Smoke. A flash of light. Yellow bubbles surrounding each of you. Another arc like of electricity leaping from the cell phone...

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You both wake to sweet smelling smoke, and beyond that, there is the scent of dog, and beyond that of the deep woods.  You hear the crackle of fire, and the shuffle of movement.  You're both laying on what feels like cool, packed earth.  Both of you seem to feel fine.

Taylor?
Zionn? What do you do, and think?
OOC: for Out of Character, Zionn, we're going to wait on your visit to the Zity as a joined game was requested.
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Who does he think he is, yelling at us like that, I thought to myself, I can't even enjoy the match in peace. Everything was dark and I knew something was off. I felt around and realized I was face down in the dirt, Did he knock me out and drag me outside? I asked myself as my eyes fluttered open and focused on my surroundings. Wait a second, no, that's not what happened, there was light and... I could finally see. I got to my knees, the damp earth began to soak and stain my jeans.  I looked around, I was surrounded by trees, I had no clue where I was but then I heard movement and immediately stood up taking a few steps away from the direction in which I heard it. I saw Taylor laying nearby.

"Psst, Taylor, wake up!" I whispered harshly, on edge by the mysterious surroundings and noise and smell.

Looking up and around you see virgin forest.  Trees that are ten feet in diameter a hundred feet up, and reach one hundred fifty and more.  Looking down, you see the campfire, surrounded by medium sized rocks in the center of a packed earth clearing.

On nine larger rocks at the edge of the earth, you see wooden statues of dogs that are more than man high.  In between the statues sitting, laying, and standing are a hundred dogs.

They look like heavyset greyhounds with wide heads, and keen, shining eyes.

The light changes, and looking up, you see a moon that is twice Luna's size and very white, and slipping out from behind it, a small green one, and an even smaller red one.

Taylor stops mumbling, and ...

OOC: I worked with it, Zionn. We're good.

Emerging from a strange, lucid dream, I sit up quickly, prompted by Zionn. I take a note that my heart is beating and look around quickly. The first thing that hits me is the fresh, earthy air of the forest and the wetness of mud on my clothes. I then notice the multitude of dogs crowding around large, wooden statues.

"Zionn, what is going on? Where are we?" I say quickly, but hushed. The dogs worry me, so I mentally will myself to stay still as I await a reply from Zionn. I'm guessing this is not what Zionn had planned when he asked if I wanted to go see a boxing match.

I follow Taylor's example and try not to move, "I wish I knew..." I mutter back to him almost off-handedly as my eyes swept the surroundings analysing the canine's intentions, I had to imagine that if they were hostile we would never have woken up in the first place.
Steeling myself I begin to slowly edge my way towards the campfire, if the dogs thought to attack us I could at least grab some fire wood to to protect myself with, not that it would do much good against their numbers. "Got any ideas?"

Two of them pad out, one to each of you while the others sit, looking on interested mostly, although a few of the gray haired ones seem to be yawning, and going to sleep.  Many of them are paying close attention to you both.

You're able to get up close to the fire.  But the dog seem not to be bothered by it, and comes up to you anyways, Zionn.

Taylor, the one coming up to you is a dark russet, and has numerous scars in its short fur.

Putting my hands behind me back to signify I do not pose any threat, I note the scars along the dog. I glance over at Zionn and notice he is reaching for the firewood.

"This is not a good position we are in. I'm guessing they are trained, or else they would not be so nonchalant about our presence. They don't seem to be aggressive, so I don't believe they are on guard." I had to pause for a moment and wonder how the greyhound before me got those scars."Don't make any sudden movements or run. They might activate their prey instinct."

I sit up tall to show myself as big as I can as I wait for the dog to approach me. I glance around slowly to see if anything is near me, but always keep the dog in my field of vision.

Scar reaches out slowly, and grasps your pants leg pocket with its teeth.  It then tries to pull you, gently at first in one direction.

The other dog looks at Zionn and at the stick, woofs, and Zionn, you feel as if there is a buzzing noise that hums through you.

The moment the dog barks I stop, putting a hand to my head in confusion as the buzzing echoes through me. I stare the dog in the eyes questioningly and slowly lower myself down to one knee, they didn't seem agressive and looking at the scarred dog tugging at Taylor's pants it seemed it might have the intention of showing us something.

I re-scan the environment, the large statues surrounding the patch of earth seem to indicate some sort of ritualistic location, giving off a stonehenge or easter island vibe. I don't want to take any chances, so I wait to see what the dogs do next.

Woof reaches out, grasps your sleeve, and the two of you are conveyed over to an elderly dog.  Its hair is half-gray, and its eyes are misty.

Old One pushes himself to his paws, and Scar and Woof gently pull the both of you to the ground.  Old One then touches each of you, forehead to forehead.

First there is a buzzing that shakes through you, and then as if from a great distance you hear...

...hear me, hear me, Moon.....Hear me....

It comes in plainer and the buzzing seems to fade a bit.  And you realize you're hearing this in your minds.

;;;;;come to....garbled.....the Bine Gods....

Being as it is, surrounded by dogs that are acting suspicious, I let myself get dragged about by the dog and waited patiently but cautiously as the old dog pressed his face against mine. Suddenly, a voice echoed through my mind, causing me to pull back in shock. The dog takes another step, once again pressing his face against mine, and I hear a muffled directive. Come to the Bine Gods?

I look to Zionn, confusion painted across my face, and say, "Are you getting this too? What are the Bine Gods? What is going on?"
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.....Sigh....Moonsent Hero, called....the.....of....Nine, not Bine, Nine Gods....

Then Old One looks up at the statues and barks at each one.  Nine barks.

...Help us....

I nod to Talyor letting him know I also hear the words in my mind. The Nine Gods, so this was a holy place.
"How are we supposed to help you? Where are we? Why do you call us Moonsent?" I couldn't hold back my deluge of questions, none of this made any sense, none of it should be possible. To be perfectly honest, psychic dogs were the least of my concerns at the moment.

The Old One speaks again in both your minds, and its getting clearer.  The buzz is less.

"We do not know, only that in great need.....the Nine Gods, on the night of the Triple Moon Passage/ We live on the Great Island.  You have come from your world to ours by the power of the Nine Gods across the Bridge of the Moons, thus you are Moonsent.  A Hero, both.  Our pups go hungry, our wives hate us, the game in the woods is scarce, and even the ....."

The connection is seemingly cut off as the old hound is giving his explanation, prompting me to pull back and look questioningly at the dog, half-expecting the voice to continue. Not getting anything, I inquire, "What can we do to help?" I take a second to think almost jokingly of my situation. I am sitting here surrounding by dogs and dog statues alike, talking to a dog and expecting an answer. I could only guess how Zionn was dealing with the situation.

Old One licks your hand, and then sits down.  Scar steps up, and he 'talks' with a rougher, younger voice.

.....the Old One is tired, he led the seeking of you as you fell between worlds.  Come with me, and I will show you both what our problem is.....

He walks away, and looks back. A short bark, and four other dogs join him.  He gives a bark each, pointing his head at Taylor and Zionn individually.  Then he paws the ground, and looks out to a small trail that you just notice that leads away into the darkened woods.

Fell between worlds? I couldn't believe any of this, I still thought the most likely scenario was that I was simply in an elaborate dream, but it felt way to real. I stand to follow the dog towards the trail, I wanted some answers but I wasn't sure how much the dogs could tell us, hopefully things became clearer soon. The dark woods loomed over us, looking mildly intimidating, I hoped the scarred one knew where he was going.

The scarred one who spoke to us mentioned how the Old One "pulled us" of sorts through the worlds, causing me to wonder just how powerful these dogs were. I followed the dog alongside Zionn, meanwhile thinking of this "specific thing" that the scarred hound could possibly show us. With all the other bizarre things that have happened, monsters or demons were right up there in my list of possibilities. Then my mind started to slide towards how this illusioned monster must be powerful if it was causing even these god-dogs to panic and seek outside aid.

The woods are dark, but the path is well-worn, and you both have a dog guide right in front of you.  The others keep a close watch out.  Occasionally you feel buzzing, and once in a while a word slips into your mind.

Clearly, you're both getting more receptive to the 'dog-pathy'.

And then they come out of the woods to a small rise that looks over a wide valley about a mile square with a river running down the midst of it.  And out there you see dozens of other dogs stalking some small prey animal.

...the Fang Tribe, we do not have enough food. They eat it all. We used to share this valley of Small Fluffy Morsels, butnow they tell us, they kill any of ours who come here....Scar says in your mind.

As we reach the rise I crouch down to observe the dogs in the valley below as the hunt.
"I understand your situation, but how do you expect us to help? I know this is your home but if you cannot cohabitate couldn't you migrate elsewhere?" I still didn't know what the dogs expected of us. Did they expect us to help them retake the valley? To defend them from the Fang Tribe? This was all so odd, I just couldn't come to terms with being stuck between to warring canine factions.

He draws with his paw, making a crude map, to scale he informs you. On it, the area that is controlled by the Old Tribe is about a fourth of the land, and the Fang or New Tribe controls about 1/2 of the Great Isle.  If he is accurate, the land is about ten miles by five miles.

Scar wants you to lead them to war.  Another one of the group, a gray-eyed hunter says that the calling was only for help, so who knows what that means.  But they all agree that you two are the Moonsent Heroes here to save them from starvation.

And you feel a sense of something you lost in the direction of the Fang Tribes land.

My head was spinning. We stood upon a great cliff, looking down into valley. AS the scarred dog told us the situation, more  questions kept popping up. And beyond everything, the scarred hound seemingly refused to let us in on why or how they expected us to change the dynamic. What had we ever done to prove ourselves worthy of this following?

"Excuse me, but I have a few questions. I'm not sure how you expect us to lead you in war. We are not fighters, and we would be standing sheep in a fight. Also, you described how 3/4 the land is controlled by your clan and the 'Fang Clan,' but didn;t talk about the other 1/4 of the land. Is it uncontrolled, or is there another clan?"

...There are several families of not speaking Lions and Scalies who live in the southern rocks along with the goats they eat.  They use to have the whole island, but when our tribe came long generations ago, we could best them in the woods, so they retreated to the rocks....

And you notice he starts replying before you finish with your words.  You're carefully thinking, and he's responding to your mental words rather than your physical now.

....perhaps you are here to kill the Lions....

I consider his words, "Let's say, for a second, that we will aid you in your battle, will you be able to return us home?" I pause, "We come from a world where we are fortunate enough to live in peace and I'm sure you can understand that being ripped from that world, our families and our friends will be a very difficult obstacle for us to overcome. Not to mention we are not trained, nor equipped to battle beasts regardless of whether or not we are moonsent." As I spoke I could feel a tugging at me, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something that belonged to me deep within the valley, but I couldn't discern what it was.

...there are more like you??....   It is clear that Scar finds this to be an incredible notion.  Its weird enough to meet two Moonsent Heroes, but so many of them?

....It must be a world of awesomeness with great heroes on every side....

The other four dogs find this idea fascinating as well and gather enthusiastically around.

When you ask your question, Scar looks puzzled and then he hangs his head.

....You ask so many questions we do not know.  Indeed questions which we had not even thought of.  Perhaps this is your great Wisdom that makes you heroes.....but we can teach you to fight....

There is clearly much to consider. I wasn't quite sure how well a clan of dogs could train us "Moonsent" to fight. Without the tools the human civilization needed to rise above all other animals, this place had us at its mercy.

"Where do your propose we start?" I ask cautiously, wondering what bizarre plans the clan had for us. I dreaded hearing a "We don't know", or something to that effect. Perhaps we could find something to help us help them.

In reply to Taylor (msg # 27):

Scar thinks for a bit, and then smiles with a touch of malice.

....First we sleep, then we run.

He takes you to a jumble of rocks in which there is a wide and dry cave, and bits of glowing moss to provide minimal light.  He shows you to 'a pile' of a dozen dogs, or offers you a a quiet' which is space for one dog, and space enough for you, if you crunch up.

You can hear dozens of dogs sleeping, a few yawning, and one very loud snore.  At the cave entrrance a pair of sturdy fellows keep watch.

I follow the dog to their 'sleeping-cave', I suppose we can sleep on all this and see what happens tomorrow morning. Maybe this is just all a dream I think to myself. I head towards the more quiet spot, no offense to the dogs of course, I just wasn't interested in sleeping in a pile of them. I undo my ponytail and remove my collared shirt, leaving me in a black designless tee, and try to prop it comfortably under my head.
"Well... good night... I guess."
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You wake the next morning to being licked in the face, and having little paws all over you.  Opening your eyes, you see about twenty puppies licking your face, scrambling over you, sniffing in your ear.

After a little bit, Scar comes up and leads you outside to a small cliff. He demonstrates its use by raising a leg.

After that business, he leads you both over to a different trail than the one you came in on.  Its packed earth leading across a small meadow, and into the deep woods.

....Run....

And training begins.  It seems much of dog war is a matter of running and slashing attacks, and whoever has the greater endurance has a decided advantage.  The path takes you two miles through the woods down to a thin beach below slate rock. It is the East Beach, the most eastward point of the Great Isle.

Scar is not even winded.

....Let's go....

He turns to lead you back up the track.

Running... I hate running. I thought to myself when we reached the meadow. Why couldn't I stay in the cave with the cute puppies. When I woke up I was mildly confused, I had been sure it was all a dream but the canine mosh-pit proved me wrong. I still couldn't believe my situation but I suppose sleeping on it somewhat acclimatised me to the who idea. There wasn't anything I could do now besides find a way home, and if that meant helping the dogs, then I guess that's what I was going to do. I made small-talk with Taylor, but mainly kept to myself throughout the early moments of the morning as I continued to think about our predicament. By the time we reached the trail you could say I had steeled myself, but then the dog said we'd be running.

My feet thumped heavily on the dirt as I tried to keep up, subtle pains shooting through my right knee. "I know... they say humans... evolved as... predators... because they could... outlast their... prey..." I said through laboured breaths before sighing contently as we reached the beach, wiping sweat from my brows and stretching my lower back, "It's been way to long since my last workout..."
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The night offers me a chance to compose my mind with a familiar setting. Although I don't stuff myself into the dogpile, I do lay next to it, subtly snuggling up to the dogs nearest the bottom. The feel of the sleeping dogs brought me back to my home, and I had to wonder if I'd ever get back there one day. Who knew? Maybe I'd wake up back in my own bed.

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The awakening I receive was quite splendid. The adorable mobbing by the pups made me smile wide. I always loved playing with pups. After they went off to mob Zionn, I realize where I was. I was still here, stuck in this dog world. As much as the idea sounded nice in concept, I felt bad, and almost ashamed of myself. I dully note Zionn's distance, and I couldn't blame him. There was so much to process, I almost couldn't wrap my mind around it. Whatever the dogs saw in us, I clearly could not see in myself. And beyond everything, I doubtingly wonder if I could even bring myself to kill dogs in someone else's war. It was a nightmarish idea.

On that thought, "training" began. We ran two miles, and although I try my best to run with the other dogs, me and Zionn gravely lagged behind. I feel as if the dogs were running quite a bit slower than they should, or could, have run, but I was more grateful than anything. I have not run this much in a long time. The scarred hound's indication of a return trip made my heart sink as I gasped trying to catch my breath. This was not going to be a fun time. And the worst part is (call me a pessimist), is that no matter how much we train, we would never be as physically fit to fight a pack of dogs. We needed something to help us.

Scar lets both of you rest as he impatiently sits there.  After a couple minutes, he wanders down to the water, and with a careful eye out, he jabs his nose into the shallows.  Often as not, he comes back with a tiny fish or a crawdad like creature.

By the time you're rested, he has a gallon sized pile. He swallows a few, offers some to each of you, and he and the other dogs carry a mouthful, but that leaves a half-gallon that is buried under sand kicked up by his feet.

One advantage of dogpathy is that he can 'talk' to you even with a mouthfull.

....Run...

We rest and catch our breath as the dog fishes, leaving a pile on the beach. I look at Taylor, "We'll be eating sashimi if we don't get a fire going, let's bring a couple back with us and see if we can get them cooked..." that sparks an idea as I bend over to put a fish or two in my pockets, "If fire only occurs naturally in this world we might be able to use it too our advantage, maybe frighten off the enemy dogs, make them think we're magic, and not have to fight them... or something." I mull over the idea in my head, first thing's first, we'll have to make some, now I'm no survivalist but I do know the basics so hopefully Taylor and I can work something out when we return to the cave, I wish I had my firestarter...

....we know how to make fire.....

Once you get back, he shows you the method.

He takes you to a nearby clear spot surrounded by large rocks.  A stone circle for a campfire is near the edge.  In it is a pile of tinder, and another dog with a glum look on his face is shaving twigs into tinder with his teeth and paws.

....annoyed the Old One's wife again, Lucky?....Scar asks with a smirk in his voice.

....that woman has no sense of humor....Lucky grumbles back getting back up out of the way.

Scar picks up a stone laying right next to the ring of stones, and carefully places it in the center of the tinder.  Then he climbs up a nearby rock to a ten foot tall perch, and stands above the cleared area with a rock in his mouth that he picked up from atop the over rock.  Eyeballing it carefully, he flings the stone from his mouth, and it lands in the tinder a few inches from the center stone.  Grumbling, he comes down again to try again....

Our training went from running to storing uncooked fish, to running again. If this was how it would be every day, my legs might just give out from under me. Zionn brought up what I had been toying with for awhile. Yet, my hopes were dashed when the dogs said they knew how to make fire. I would have to get over my dislike of fish if I wanted to be in top form. The run back was equally as taxing, and I could tell from the flushed face of Zionn that he was having as poor a time as I. I watched as the dog attempted his way of making fire without opposable thumbs.

"I am by no means an avid firestarter, but I feel like we may have an easier time starting a fire." I took the stone from the circle and knelt down next to the campfire. As I got to work nicking the stone against its brethren, I turned to the scarred hound and asked, "What should we call you? You never introduced yourself. Also, if you may add, can we learn a little bit about your past? For example, where the Fang Tribe originates from, or your experiences with the Lions. Also, why do your wives 'hate you.'"

He stares in surprise as you start a fire in ten seconds.  Lucky crowds around too.

....So that is what they are for.  You can lift stuff without your mouth.....the amazement in Scar's voice is strong.

When he sees you both pick up fish, he again is startled.  Then he examines the pockets.

.....is this a hold thing like the bigmouth birds use? Why do you have a second skin?.....

After calming down, he answers your questions as he lays by the fire, and you cook the small fishes.

....I am Scar.  I used to have another name, but we change our names at big events in our lives.  You do not?....I have this name because I am the most scarred one of my tribe.  I like to fight, and one day got trapped by three Fang dogs.  They left me for dead.....

.....Generations ago....(you feel a sense of vagueness about the time) we were living here, and it was after we had driven the Lions to the rocks, and the Fang Tribe came floating, they said they fled a smoking mountain, and the mountain had cast down many trees which they floated on....and we had pity on them....but they repaid us with cruelty....and now our wives see many of our young and our old are going to starve in the winter.  And so they hate us for our failure....
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I search the surroundings for sticks to skewer the fish with as I listen to Scar recount the arrival of the Fangs, "So you were betrayed," I say as I return to the fire-pit. I take a seat as I prepare the fish, "We would love to help you, but to take anothers life, regardless of circumstance will be difficult for us." I dig the sticks into the ground so they raise at an angle above the fire, "I cannot speak for Taylor, but I am prepared to guarantee my help, but in exchange, we must first take the time to consider a way of driving them off without bloodshed. I am sure there is a way. We're a people of ingenuity, we have knowledge that may be foreign to you and the Fang Tribe, I'm sure we can use that to our advantage to solve this war before it begins." I twist the sticks slightly, making sure they are cooked evenly. I examine the surroundings, trying to get a bead on the time of year, "How long until the winter?"

In reply to Zionn (msg # 38):

Given that you're near a forrest, small sticks are not hard to come by.  Again, you amaze them.

Scar thinks for a bit, and then says.....so you have a law laid upon you by Mercy, the fourth of the Nine Gods. Then this you must do. One must obey the gods....

....winter comes, if early, the first snow in four months, if late, in six months......

.....many of those puppies will not survive the winter....Lucky says. Scar snaps at him.

.....Lucky never knows when to keep his mind quiet.....and then both of them whimper mournfully.

"Our 'second skin' is made from plants carefully prepared and strung together to cover our bodies. They act as fur, and keep us warm. And these 'hold-things' are pockets, which do allow us to carry things with us." I say, trying to explain our ways to the amazed dogs.

I listen to the dogs' mournful story, trying in vain to think of something we could do. I ask Zionn for a fish, and miserably force myself to eat it. While struggling with the fish, I feel a gap in the conversation and feel like I should add in. "We are going to have to find a way to settle this situation before winter, or at least gather food while we wait for winter. Me and my friend, Zionn, will need to discuss ways to help. I'm sure we could figure something out."

Then we will leave the Moonsent Heroes to take counsel with themselves.....Scar says.  Lucky stares at you two, until Scar nips him on the side, and they both leave.  You can hear the running of feet not far off, and a bit further on, you hear a bark.

Oddly, you still sense the buzzing.

I eat in silence, with the dogs gone it almost felt as if Taylor and I were simply off on some camping trip and not in a strange alternate reality. As I finished the fish, picking around the bones, trying my best not to choke to death, I let myself fall backwards on to the ground. "Well... this is a strange situation we've gotten ourselves into isn't it?" I say, "Unless I'm in some kind of coma and this is all a dream." I hear barking not far away and turn my head towards the sounds before dismissing them, I was still tired from the run. As moments passed I again feel the strange buzzing that seemed to come with the telepathic link we shared with the dogs, I wonder if that will ever go away... I think to myself as put my fingers to my temples and close my eyes.

Taylor, you feel buzz...and then hear faintly in the static.....'wonder'....and more buzzing static....

It did not sound like a dog.

This insistent buzzing was maddening. I was hoping the dogs' departure would allow us a few cherished moments of peace and quiet while me and Zionn talked for once. I feel like the events have given us little time to actually talk to one another and come to terms with our situation.

"Zionn, do you think they are still listening to us?" I ask, wondering if he could also hear the buzzing. Then, before he could reply, I heard a single word, "wonder." For a second I wondered if it was a dog, but it didn't quite sound like that. I finished my fish begrudgingly and tossed it into the fire, then laid down.

"Did you hear that, Zionn? I heard a single word... 'wonder.'"

Seems like a moment for the GM to step back and let the players converse.

My head perked up before I decided to push myself back into a sitting position, "I don't know, they haven't..." I'm interrupted before I can finish my sentence as Taylor asks me another question, I frown slightly, "No, just buzzing, why? Is there something wrong? Maybe they can hit us with their telepathy from a distance or something."

Zionn the buzzing is worse, and then you hear in the midst of it, a word.....'buzzing', which does not sound like the mental voice of one of the Tribe.

I shake my head as I struggle for comfort. "It didn't sound like a dog. Maybe something or someone else is in the link?" My mind wondered to my home, thinking about my dogs. I wondered how they would be doing without me there. In fact, I wondered how my family in general would be dealing with my disappearance. I sure do miss my babies...

I get to my feet, "Hmm..." I mumble, then the buzzing gets worse, I put a hand to my ear reflexively even though it doesn't help. "Wait, you're right, that wasn't one of the dogs." I squint at our surroundings, the problem with mind talking is you can't hear where it's coming from. I squint to scan the surroundings but I was having trouble focusing, "Maybe we should ask the dogs how they deal with this." I pause before turning to shout at the surrounding woods "Anyone there?"
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Zionn the buzzing drops a bit.....sure....miss my.....a few words come  through.

You shout out into the woods, and a young dog, still gawky with adolescence, sticks its head out from behind a tree.

...You talking to me?....

Taylor, you hear an odd echo...Anyone there....followed by Zionn shouting the same thing, followed by a youngish voice of a dog which had been snoozing, and looks embarrassed to be caught out who asks if he is being talked too.

The echo of buzz followed by Zionn started to grow a new idea in my head. Could it be that me and Zionn were linked? The idea would not surprise me after all the things we had seen and heard.

The young formerly dozing dog was a bit of a surprise. The two different voices made it very clear he was not the original voice. Unless there was some other spectre dog about, it seemed as if Zionn was the source of the buzzing.

"No, no. You are fine. We thought we heard something, so my companion called out." I said uneasily to the dog, before turning and whispering to Zionn, "I think we may be hearing each other. When you spoke just now, it was like an echo. We should probably think on this further... literally."

(OOC: Sorry I've been posting sporadically. I've been cleaning and doing things with family in preparation for our camping trip upcoming throughout next week.)

Zionn, the buzzing seems to drop a bit more, and you hear.....literally....a quarter second before Taylor says it out loud.

OOC: Taylor, one of our few rules is RLTP: Real Life Takes Precedence.  No apology is needed.  We enjoy having you here, but your family is more important.

"What the hell?" I turn to look at Taylor, "Wait, why are we hearing each other? I thought it was the dogs that did all the telepathing." I turn back to the young dog giving him an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to wake you."

I take my seat again, pulling my legs beneath myself to sit cross-legged, and simply start to think, Testing, testing, testing.

In reply to Zionn (msg # 53):

Taylor, the buzz drops, and you hear, ....testing...and the buzz is gone.....testing, testing....

Both of you can speak mentally with each other.

OOC: "Hell" is profanity which we avoid here.