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plotdeviceturk[Tseng seems to have gotten himself a somewhat strange looking hound for christmas, it's a handsome black creature somewhat akin to a cross between a greyhound and a doberman with what looks like a second tail that reaches from between it's shoulder blades to well past the end of it's body.
The hound follows along beside him silently as he stalks through the halls of Garden, back in his suit with an icy sort of veiled anger rolls off of him despite the festive cheer filling the building. It's a mood far better suited to an assassin or boogyman than the teacher or simple mercenary he's supposed to be here. It's the barely leashed raw intimidation a Turk is taught to wield in a room from the day they're fitted for the suit they're to be buried in.
The hound isn't afraid of him or bothered at all by his foreboding demeanor, something which may seem a bit off for a dog around someone with that much anger in them. In fact it's behaving remarkably more like a bodyguard than a pet.
Tseng doesn't stop his stalking until he reaches the snowy quad, and it's here that with a quiet motion of his hand the hound runs off to do whatever it is hounds do in snow and he moves to a mostly cleared bench to sit still for a moment.
The problem with not being moving anymore though is that his mind begins to whirl faster.]
The hound follows along beside him silently as he stalks through the halls of Garden, back in his suit with an icy sort of veiled anger rolls off of him despite the festive cheer filling the building. It's a mood far better suited to an assassin or boogyman than the teacher or simple mercenary he's supposed to be here. It's the barely leashed raw intimidation a Turk is taught to wield in a room from the day they're fitted for the suit they're to be buried in.
The hound isn't afraid of him or bothered at all by his foreboding demeanor, something which may seem a bit off for a dog around someone with that much anger in them. In fact it's behaving remarkably more like a bodyguard than a pet.
Tseng doesn't stop his stalking until he reaches the snowy quad, and it's here that with a quiet motion of his hand the hound runs off to do whatever it is hounds do in snow and he moves to a mostly cleared bench to sit still for a moment.
The problem with not being moving anymore though is that his mind begins to whirl faster.]
