Nightshade and Doll you hear, from outside, . Bowser!   Here Bowser! . It sounds like he's been crying

In reply to Student (msg # 1):

She stepped out in the purple and black helmet with visor, riding suit, boots, and a black backpack, pausing by the matching Kawasaki Ninja 400. The sounds of someone tearfully calling out for 'Bowser' grabbed her attention and she quickly moved towards the voice.

In reply to Nightshade (msg # 2):

Ooc.  Waiting on Doll

Having submitted her report about the visit to the homeless shelter, Doll was casually enjoying a generous serving of coffee, kindly provided in the smallest available disposable container not normally used for beverages but was the best option to accommodate the special requirements for someone who was becoming a frequent customer.  The caffeine was working its magic, not quite a substitute for the missing sleep from the night before but it was helping her get through the morning.  Doll felt a little bit of guilt that her report was not up to her usual standards for work but it shouldn't jeopardize any funding for the homeless shelter.  There was a likely a greater risk to the shelter and the rest of the neighborhood if she hadn't stepped in to assist with stopping the metahuman criminals -- that was something that she hoped that the others kept out of their reports.

She was initially reluctant to respond to the sound of the child in distress.  Judging by the name that he had been calling, she assumed that he was looking for missing or non-responding pet.  If she waited just a moment, Doll was share that the pet would coming running back upon hearing the owner's voice and all will be well in the world again.  However, she also had her own personal issues when it came to animals.  Ever since she was reduced to her current diminutive size, those same pets were now more likely to view her as potential prey.  Fortunately, she had the means to protect herself from attack, but that made it difficult to deal with the pet owner afterwards.

Feeling sorry for the kid, Doll gave in and slowly approached the child.  She was trying not to scare him but was also trying to remain alert in case the missing pet was approaching too and now had her in its sights.

In reply to Doll (msg # 4):

Nightshade and Doll, you see a kid looking under cars, holding a leash with a collar attached to the end - empty.  . Bowser!  Where are you boy?  Please come back! 

Catering cars pull up.

Being weary of the arriving catering vehicles and concerned about the welfare of the kid, Tarina will quickly approach said kid saying, "Hello, there! I hear you're looking for your friend Bowser. My name is Tarina. I'm a private detective. That means it's my job to help people. Can I help you find Bowser? What's your name and can you tell me more about your lost friend?"

She extends her gloved hand in an open invitation to shake hands.

In reply to Nightshade (msg # 6):

The kid was always told never to talk to strangers.  But then he saw Nightshade wings.  Are you an angel?  I'm Max.  Browser is just a puppy.  I was taking him for his walk when he slipped out of his collar.  Now I can't find him