[A loud howl echoes in the unfortunately scorching surroundings, even as Hachi pants heavily like a dog as he bristles in the heat. He tugs at the collar of his shirt as he trudges through the terrain, looking worse for wear, clearly not used to the unforgiving temperature even as he whines.]
Who even designed this place? I want to talk to the manager! Hey, you.
[Yes you, the guy he just happens to train his eyes on, and who he makes a beeline for almost immediately.]
Hey, you know where the exit is? Fur ain't made for this kind of environment, you know? I'm dying here. You're willing to help a poor guy out, right? Right?
| skeletons in your closet |
[Once he's finally gotten out of that environment, overheated and looking a little worse for wear (because really, they don't sweat. It's hell.), Hachi can be found just lying down in the middle of the hallway, panting.
He's still half dog, after all. Someone give him some water, please.]
| shipyard |
Now this is what I'm here for. Too bad Gin's not here to see this.
[Now that he's freed himself from the hellhole and recovered little of his dignity, Hachi looks a lot more like himself. Sleek, white suit patted down, hair brushed back into its original shape, and the sharp canine grin that's hard to miss even from afar.
He's also, you know, entering other people's ships. Because he can.]
Hey, so-- Are you the captain here? Got room for a tourist? I want to see how you fly this thing.
hachi | alchemy stars
| skeletons in your closet |
| shipyard |
| wildcard |