[There's something to be said for Harvest week. The constant undercurrent of violence, the buzz and thrum of heaving life throughout the streets and bars and stinking alleyways of the Old Town-- it keeps him busy, marks of the seconds minutes hours that might otherwise have gone unfilled aside from with yawning boredom. It isn't quite his remit, covertly patrolling the streets and seedy bars-- the Dogs are generally only brought out for bigger (nastier) things, but at a time like this it never hurts to have a few more deterrents on the ground.
Perhaps you'll run into him out on the streets as he walks with a loose and casual air as though he belongs out here as surely as any of the other inhabitants, as though he isn't something to be watched and carefully guarded against. Or perhaps you'll spot him in the corner of a bar with an untouched drink in his hand, just watching and waiting and hoping for something vicious to go down, something he can really get his teeth into.
Don't worry though, his Handler must be around somewhere. He's unlikely to savage you for no reason, right? Or if you're with the Company, perhaps you are his temporary Handler tonight, or know him well enough by sight to strike up a conversation. Whatever the case, he's here and he's cool and controlled and yet waiting (wanting) for violence.]
Damage Control - Leith - Week 3 onwards
[Between the fun of interrogations there are other moments to be filled, blank pockets of time that are best put to use to keep him busy, keep him useful, prevent him from having too long to think-- it's inadvisable, to allow one of the Dogs to become bored. Wouldn't want him thinking up his own ways to entertain himself, now. It also happens that his modifications make him immune to the sickness that's currently sweeping this world and as such, he's the perfect candidate for quarantine control or for escorting higher-ups as they seek out medical aid. And of course, there are bodies to be burned. He does enjoy a nice bonfire.
Perhaps you're another Company employee paired up with him for a few hours, or you're sick and in need of a reliable guard dog to get you from A to B? In any case, he's around. Approach him if you will.]
Giovanni Rammsteiner | OTA and closed prompts | all through chapter 2
[There's something to be said for Harvest week. The constant undercurrent of violence, the buzz and thrum of heaving life throughout the streets and bars and stinking alleyways of the Old Town-- it keeps him busy, marks of the seconds minutes hours that might otherwise have gone unfilled aside from with yawning boredom. It isn't quite his remit, covertly patrolling the streets and seedy bars-- the Dogs are generally only brought out for bigger (nastier) things, but at a time like this it never hurts to have a few more deterrents on the ground.
Perhaps you'll run into him out on the streets as he walks with a loose and casual air as though he belongs out here as surely as any of the other inhabitants, as though he isn't something to be watched and carefully guarded against. Or perhaps you'll spot him in the corner of a bar with an untouched drink in his hand, just watching and waiting and hoping for something vicious to go down, something he can really get his teeth into.
Don't worry though, his Handler must be around somewhere. He's unlikely to savage you for no reason, right? Or if you're with the Company, perhaps you are his temporary Handler tonight, or know him well enough by sight to strike up a conversation. Whatever the case, he's here and he's cool and controlled and yet waiting (wanting) for violence.]
Damage Control - Leith - Week 3 onwards
[Between the fun of interrogations there are other moments to be filled, blank pockets of time that are best put to use to keep him busy, keep him useful, prevent him from having too long to think-- it's inadvisable, to allow one of the Dogs to become bored. Wouldn't want him thinking up his own ways to entertain himself, now. It also happens that his modifications make him immune to the sickness that's currently sweeping this world and as such, he's the perfect candidate for quarantine control or for escorting higher-ups as they seek out medical aid. And of course, there are bodies to be burned. He does enjoy a nice bonfire.
Perhaps you're another Company employee paired up with him for a few hours, or you're sick and in need of a reliable guard dog to get you from A to B? In any case, he's around. Approach him if you will.]