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[ There are two brown puppies eating a Christmas pudding off the floor when the camera activates, little tails wagging as they trip over paws that they have yet to grow into. Their muzzles are oddly long even now, but they're not quite as bulky as they will be -- not yet.

A quiet chuckle from behind the locket reveals, to those who may have heard it, the surprising owner of the pups -- the Outsider. The smaller of the pups looks up from the pudding at the sound and scampers over, whining and pawing at his legs until the Outsider bends down to scoop the little one up. The locket, which is floating in midair via magic, is pushed back -- just in time for any viewers to watch as the pup attempts to burrow into the Outsider's shirt. ]

You are unlike others of your kind, little one, [ the god murmurs, smoothing a hand over floppy brown ears. The other pup is still eating the pudding, though at this point it looks more like she's getting in a fight with it. ]

In my world, Wolfhounds are kept and trained by Overseers of the Abbey to hunt heretics. That I should now have a pair myself is rather ironic and more than a little amusing. But then, they are terribly intelligent creatures.

[ The small pup licks at his chin and he starts, blinking. The locket turns off just as his mouth twists up until a slight smile. ]

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And he nearly doomed all of Dunwall for it.

And himself, I hope?

It did catch up to him eventually, yes.

That makes for an excellent bedtime story.

[ She's joking. Mostly. Alice is more or less sprawled out with the puppies and if he's not going to say anything, she's not budging. ]

[ He's not going to say anything. ]

It certainly has a... plot, I suppose.

A pitiful one. But aristocrats should learn to respect workers; there are only so much of it we can take before we stop it.

[ Alice feels safe enough to close her eyes, just for a little while, while bracing her head against her arm. She's slept on many floors, but no floors with puppies. What's there to complain about? ]

The plague may have hit them harder, in the end; they betrayed each other to gain what power and money and land the others had, saying that they were ill when they were not.

[ Alice. Alice there's a bed you can lay on... ]

[ CANNOT MOVE, not with puppies. The puppies keep her there and Alice is too content to move. If he's not telling her to leave, she'll stay. ]

It's always hilarious to watch those sorts crumble like that. To watch their small world ripped out from underneath them.

[ Like Bumby, for one. ]

[ Oh yes, she would do well in Dunwall. ]

Destroyed by what they helped create, [ he says softly, idly using magic to Pull a pillow off of his bed and set it next to her. ]

[ Dunwall almost sounds like London on steroids. But don't mind Alice, who sucks in a breath and decides she won't be getting up anytime soon now that she's covered up. It's a risky thing to share a blanket with two puppies, but she does so, anyway. Alice eventually falls asleep thereafter. ]

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