46. Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games

[handy_psychic]

If anybody's looking for their pets, come to Bridge's Castle and Kennel! I've still got a few stray animals who are waiting for their lost friends to come and reclaim them! I'll be awake for a while, so don't worry about coming by.

Oh yeah, and Spike's here, too. But he's a little dead to the world right now. I've checked on him a few times just to see if he's still breathing, and he's A-OK. I wouldn't recommend trying to get him up for a day or two, though. ^_^

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[blue-shields.livejournal.com]

[Spike gets up and stretches, then goes over to give his little brother a one-armed hug.]

Glad that we're all safe and sound. I would've stayed awake another week if I had to, but it's good that things went relatively smoothly. Now all that's left to do is wait it out, I suppose.

["And make plans with a certain someone for when we do get out," Spike thinks to himself, then grins and shakes his head ever-so-slightly for having such thoughts at a time like this.]

[silver-antlers.livejournal.com]

She likes apples, mostly. But she'll also eat most greens and a few kinds of nuts, too. I have a few with my stuff-oof!

[He was cut off when Spike embraced him. Prongs smiled a bit.]

Yeah, and I hope that it won't last for too long. And like I said, I won't reprimand you for making sure everyone was safe, it's only natural to want to.

However...

[His voice drops a little so that only Spike could hear. Prongs' face was suddenly very serious.]

I will be talking to you soon about... things. It's been too long and we need to start looking.

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Bridge nods and crawls back inside the pillow fort, so he does not hear Prongs whispering to Spike, and crawls back out, carrying several apples.]

OK, we're armed with bait- let's get looking!

[blue-shields.livejournal.com]

I know. I know I shouldn't have pushed myself so hard, though- and Bastet DID give me plenty of chances to rest. Ah, well.

[His eyes then widen, and he glances at Prongs, nodding and speaking in the same low voice while Bridge is fetching apples.]

Yeah- that's going to be a problem if we're all down here... he could hurt a lot of people...

[silver-antlers.livejournal.com]

Whoever 'he' is. Keep an eye out and rest up, we'll talk about it afterwards.

[Prongs finally pulls away and straightens up for Bridge, taking a few of the apples.]

Nice and red, Snowy's favorite! Ready, Logan?

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Logan barks and jumps around excitedly, then takes an apple into his mouth when Bridge offers it to him. Bridge grins and walks off, beckoning the others to follow, holding an apple out in front of him.]

Heeeere, Snowy Snowy Snowy...

[Logan then imitates a chocobo, and Bridge laughs.]

[blue-shields.livejournal.com]

[Spike briefly grips Prongs' shoulder to acknowledge him, feeling his stomach clench as he remembers the horrible sight he'd witnessed at the teapot house, which he'd been trying hard to not think about. He then follows Bridge, shaking his head.]

Bridge, just be sure your dog doesn't call every other Chocobo in the Sphere to him by doing that.

[silver-antlers.livejournal.com]

[Prongs laughs a moment, then scans the prestine white beds that scattered across the Wilderness. They were as white as Snowy, meaning she blended in. This would be a problem.]

Snowy! I got some apples for you! Come here, girl...

[He made a clucking sound with his tongue but not chocobo skittered into sight yet. He kept walking forward.]

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Logan runs ahead of Prongs, drops his apple, sits down, raises his head and cries out "WAAAAAARRRRRK!" in a perfect chocobo imitation. Bridge claps his hand over his ears and gives Logan a reproachful look and a light hit on the snoots.]

Logan! No need to be so loud about it, you're disturbing others!

[Logan whimpers, then hangs his head. Bridge immediately feels guilty and pets him softly.]

Awwwww... I'm sorry, boy... I know you're just trying to help.

[blue-shields.livejournal.com]

[Spike, meanwhile, is crawling along the floor and looking underneath the empty beds, searching for Snowy, and asking the inhabitants of the occupied beds if they've seen her.]

No luck so far. Let's look for other people you know- she may have gone to them if she couldn't find you.

[silver-antlers.livejournal.com]

[He talks to a few of the civilians that have escaped the surface, but none of them have seen the little menace-bird. Prongs' shoulders slumped, and after a few more tries became even more nervous.]

Eh- thanks anyways.

[Prongs turns back to the other two with a frown.]

The only other people she knows is Laguna and Medium, and I know Laguna hasn't seen her. I don't think Medium has either...

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

She's got to be around here some-

[He's cut off as Logan suddenly spots something and dashes ahead, sniffing at it, before turning back to the others and barking.]

Looks like Logan's found something! Come on!

[blue-shields.livejournal.com]

[Spike gets there first and picks up the object, showing it to his friends- a white feather.]

Either from a stray mattress, or she passed by here. Let's keep going in this direction, and maybe...

[Logan trots ahead once more and noses/paws more feathers across the floor toward them.]

OK, either Snowy was here and shedding, or someone lost some feathers from their pillow.

[silver-antlers.livejournal.com]

[The trail that they followed was littered by torn up mattresses and white feathers. Prongs held his breath.]

It looks like Snowy's work. She must be getting real hungry. Snowy?

[There was a sudden burst of white feathers not too much further away and Prongs broke out into a jog to see what was the cause.]

[handy-psychic.livejournal.com]

[Bridge places a hand over his mouth to stifle a chuckle as Prongs runs off and gives a sideways glance to Spike.]

Uh-oh... better see if we can help...

[He takes off after Prongs.]

[blue-shields.livejournal.com]

[Spike merely follows at an easy pace, shaking his head, passing his apple from one hand to the other as he does so.]

At least she's safe. Tearing up mattresses is a lot better than BEING torn up by ants.

[silver-antlers.livejournal.com]

[When he reaches the mattresses, Prongs cautiously looks over the side to see if his feathered friend was there.]

....!

[A small white fluffball suddenly shoots out from behind the mattress and jumps up at Prongs. He falls backwards onto another mattress as the fluffball attacks his shirt. Prongs burst out laughing, though.]

Snowy! You're ok!

[Snow warks at him and continues to tear apart his shirt. Prongs isn't upset, though, and merely holds up the apple he was holding. Snowy bites at it immediately, nicking Prongs' hand at the same time.]