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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

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[with_my_teacup]

That'd be fantastic.

Knock before you come in, a'ight-? My dog showed up and he ain't socialized.

[fridgetothefire]

You got it.

[And soon she knocks.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick tells the jackal to SIT and it does, obedient, but even when he opens the door it doesn't spring-- it does start swishing its long, catlike tail, though. It's a big brindled animal, noticeably undead, one eye glowing faintly blue, the other faintly red, the size of a deerhound. ]

Okay.

[And it gets up and comes over, immediately thrusting its nose into Anya's ear and snuffling curiously.]

...well, apparently you're friendly. I shoulda guessed it would be happy with other undead. C'mon in before it forgets it doesn't eat food anymore and steals my liver.

[fridgetothefire]

[She grins and rubs his odd outsized ears before stepping inside and handing over a large tupperware of chicken liver paté.]

He's cute. Does he have a name?

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick takes the liver neatly, sailing it right over the jackal as it tries to nip some-- because it really hasn't gotten the whole 'dead' thing down, and knows that if Riddick's eating some, it wants some.]

Not really. He was the only other thing on the planet I talked to, so he knew if I said 'you', or 'hey' in the right tone it was him.

I called him 'partner' sometimes. I guess he could be 'Partner'.

[The newly christened Partner goes back to snuffling Anya and occasionally licking her with a dry tongue, butting for more ear scratches.]

...I wish he was gonna be this good with everyone.

[fridgetothefire]

Yeah.

I wonder if he'll remember me as a friend when I'm alive again.

[Maybe not. But she can hope. And she'll give him a lot of ear scritches now, anyway.]

[with_my_teacup]

His sense of smell is shot. Apparently he smells magic now.

So that's a thing.

He knows me, though. Partner, c'mere. NO NOT THE CHEST. DOWN. Good boy.

...yeah you can have some.

[He offers a fingertip dollop of pate -- which has mostly vanished, he eats fast-- to the dog, even though he can't taste it.]