Day 4, afternoon

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Who: Missile and Nui
When: Late afternoon
What: Special delivery!

[ Someone as active as Nui was hard to track down and find alone, but with the size of the park and the reduced number of people to be in the park, Missile finally found her! The fluffy little dog looks full of purpose, and his mouth is full of... it looks like a sheet of paper and a photograph.

He barks at her in a muffled sort of way. More than just muffled - he's actively trying to be quiet and discreet about the barking, which is not an easy feat for a pomeranian. ]

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Eh? Missile-chan, wha--

[ and her words abruptly cut off when she sees the paper and photograph. Was he...was he here to tell her something like he'd told Aya and K? ]

I think we should go to my room. You can show me there.

[ as opposed to spreading what she guesses is sensitive information in the hallway. She points in the direction of the barracks, hoping it's clear enough. ]

Alone, right?

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[ They're getting really good at figuring out what he wants to tell them! He's so proud!!

Wag wag wag. ]

Wurf!

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[ clapping!! She'll start trotting in the direction of the Kitten dorms, neurotically checking around corners and keeping up a stream of meaningless conversation just in case anyone stumbles upon the two of them. You know, uh...stuff you could realistically discuss with a semi-intelligent dog, she supposes. ]

Ah, there!

[ and as soon as the two of them are inside, she'll quickly lock the door.

Okay doge, what's up? ]

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[ What are you talking about Missile is a great conversationalist. Unless you are talking about things that aren't barking or edible items and then he is at something of a loss.

Missile drops the items at her shoes with great pride. The photograph is from an actual camera instead of a newspaper, and has been mildly bitten. The paper is... the paper is something else. ]

Listen, human, and tremble!

I, Calamity's Dark Blade: the Avenging Miss-L, Revered Demon Detective of the Spirit Realm, now speak unto you. Heed my words or fear my wrath!

I possess the images of all the beings who have trespassed into my park. On the images of those who are cleared of suspicion, I have emblazoned my own true symbol, made with the power of my sharpened and glistening fangs. Those possessing such an image have been examined by me, and have been deemed...acceptable. If you do need to compare the symbols, there is a photo of my own visage with these markings hidden under the cans of sweet potatoes in the kitchen.

Should you come to see a shredded photo, however, do not hesitate! That fiend has been judged, and has been found wanting!

These photos and this message are my totems of protection. Keep it secret, keep it safe. And above all, do not offend me, or you will know my dreadful wrath.

Now, feed me for my efforts, ensuring the meagre offering you bestow upon me contains neither overmuch sodium nor tiny bones upon which I could choke.

Tread carefully now,

[signed with a small satanic looking symbol with some kind of pawprint design.]

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[ ...........gundam what the fuck you aren't making understanding the dog any easier, nui needs a translator for you

It takes her a few moments longer than usual to read through the note and decipher what it actually means. ]

Ooooh...okay, so, you have pictures of everyone in the park! To ones you know are regular guests, you put a marking on their pictures. [ ... ] But the ones with torn photos are VIPs.

[ and Nui will be looking at that photo now. What is thy judgement, Calamity's Dark Blade...? She'll feed you later. ]

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[ It sounds like she gets it! The dog is pleased!!

Nui's photo is visibly marked with a pom-sized bite, but otherwise intact. ]

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Huh, me...? [ blinking at the photo blankly ] What, then you already know about me?

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[ Bark bark!!

Affirmative bark! ]

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[ a faint smile returns to her face ]

Aaahh, good. [ there's a second of hesitation in her posture, as if she still isn't a hundred percent sure that she should be spilling her secrets (or lack thereof) to Missile, but the evidence is kind of overwhelming. He was right about Edea, for one. ] I guess they didn't give me a fancy role like you guys. Maybe it was too obvious. [ becAUSE YOU'RE A SOCIOPATH AND YOU BEING A VIP WOULD MAKE TOO MUCH SENSE? ]

Anyway...was there something you wanted me to do, here?

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[ Blank dog look. Apparently not! ]

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[ Huh, so why did he track her down to tell her he knew he was innocent? The wording of the letter seemed to imply she would be getting more than one photograph, but then again, she doubted Gundam could actually read Missile's mind. Nui thinks for a moment. ]

Did you just want to tell me you knew I was a regular guest? Is that all, Missile-chan?

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[ Happy tail continues. ]