Post by Agent 00 Biscuit on Jul 8, 2014 17:29:46 GMT -5
John breathed a quick sigh of relief, thank goodness Owen accepted his apology. While the agent didn't seem to socialize with other agents outside his circle of friends (most because his 'friends' were too much of a handful to deal with to ever make more normal friends) that didn't mean he didn't care what others thought of him. How bad would it be for a PIDA agent, especially a counselor, to insult a supernatural? For christ sakes the whole point of this organization was to work with supernaturals, there were plenty of workers here that weren't human as well. It would hurt his reputation as well as his group of misfits if something like this were to happen. They were bad enough as they were already, they didn't need anymore of that. Besides that he didn't think that Owen needed something else upsetting him today. This poor creature already had his hands, or rather paws full with Spoon. His work life couldn't get much worse now that he had the thorn known as Spoonerism stuck in his side.
“I guess you are right on that.” the man agreed with Owen's statement. The whole supernatural thing was still knew to him. It had only been a few months ago since he learned that such things as superpowers existed. If anyone had told him back then that he had powers he would have laughed in their face. If they had told him in addition to him having powers that things like werewolves, vampires, and hellhounds existed he would think that they were batshit crazy. Now here he was, working in an organization sworn to protect both humans and supernaturals from those that might harm them. Everything he thought he knew about the world he lived in had been shattered, and just when he thought he finally had things figured out what little knowledge he had got broken again. He had to get used to it. Like with this situation. At least he was learning something knew today, not to judge a book by its cover. What Owen said next caught both mens attention. He was only like this because of an accident? Did that mean he wasn't born like this but was something else before then? He was just about to ask when Spoon beat him to the chase.
“Wait, so you weren't originally this cute and fluffy? What happened?” Spoon asked innocently enough, though John was sure that his phrasing would still get under the wolf-dog's skin. He couldn't blame Spoon for asking though, even he was a little curious about the subject. Who was Owen Sherlock? If he wasn't a supernatural from the start then he probably was a human before. What kind of accident turned someone into a dog? Whatever it was there could be a clue as to how to return him to his original form. Could John help him return back to his old self? Probably not. John was no expert in this area. If it was something magic based he wouldn't be much help, at best he knew wizard that might be able to shed some insight on the matter. If it wasn't some kind of spell then he was at a lost of what to do, but he would at least try to do something.
The conversation moved on soon enough to Spoon's little nickname. Dear god out of all the names Spoon had given to anyone in the past this by far was the worse. That had to be some kind of world record, given the name he had given himself and his naming choice for his pets. Really, Owwy? It didn't surprise him in the least that Spoon started calling Owen that without any consent. John couldn't help but chuckle. “That sounds like Spoon alright.” he replied. “If there is one thing you need to learn about Spoon is that he doesn't listen. I am not sure if its partially due to his powers or not but he just does whatever he feels like.” John turned his attention back at Spoon for a moment, there wasn't much that he could do to help save Owen from any further suffering at the hands of Spoon but at the very least he could help lessen said suffering. “Spoon, you shouldn't use that name anymore.”
“Why not? Its a cute name! I tried to give him a good name. I would have called him Sherlock but then Dodger already has a Sherlock, it's too confusing. And Owen is too boring a name its not easy trying to come up with a cuter nickname out of that. So Owwy will have to do.” John shook his head, really Spoon was a piece of work but thankfully he knew how to handle him.
“But he doesn't like it. Owen is your friend right? As his friend you should be respectful to his wishes right? If Owen doesn't like the name you would be a bad friend if you went against his wishes right?” John watched as Spoon rubbed the bottom of his jaw...errr...mask while he considered his words. There, he at least got the young man to think for a moment.
“That's true...I guess.” Spoon finally answered. The masked man looked back to Owen. “Okay I will stop calling you Owwy okay?” John smiled, there that was one problem dealt with at least. At least one of them would get some peace today. Too bad the same couldn't be said for him. It looked like John was not going to have the time at all to read his mission file during his break. What little work the man could have gotten done today had gone down the drain. At least he wasn't the only one that had his work interrupted. John listened as Owen explained how he had met first Spoon in the first place. Just as John had predicted the dog had been minding his own business when Spoon just barged in. John laughed. “Oh Spoon was weird long before he came into your workplace trust me.” the man said.
“I'm eccentric!”
“Eccentric is an understatement. But yes, you are something else indeed.” John turned his attention back to Owen as he tried to give the creature an explanation. “Spoon is strange. You don't need to worry he's not mentally handicapped or anything like that. He's just different. It might have to do with his powers, another friend of ours shares the same power as his and he's a little strange at times too. Eventually you will get used to it, and trust me you will have to get used to it. Once Spoon makes a friend they are stuck with him for life. Trust me I know from experience.”
“Awww don't say it like that buddy! It's not so bad, admit it TB you like me~”
“I guess you are right on that.” the man agreed with Owen's statement. The whole supernatural thing was still knew to him. It had only been a few months ago since he learned that such things as superpowers existed. If anyone had told him back then that he had powers he would have laughed in their face. If they had told him in addition to him having powers that things like werewolves, vampires, and hellhounds existed he would think that they were batshit crazy. Now here he was, working in an organization sworn to protect both humans and supernaturals from those that might harm them. Everything he thought he knew about the world he lived in had been shattered, and just when he thought he finally had things figured out what little knowledge he had got broken again. He had to get used to it. Like with this situation. At least he was learning something knew today, not to judge a book by its cover. What Owen said next caught both mens attention. He was only like this because of an accident? Did that mean he wasn't born like this but was something else before then? He was just about to ask when Spoon beat him to the chase.
“Wait, so you weren't originally this cute and fluffy? What happened?” Spoon asked innocently enough, though John was sure that his phrasing would still get under the wolf-dog's skin. He couldn't blame Spoon for asking though, even he was a little curious about the subject. Who was Owen Sherlock? If he wasn't a supernatural from the start then he probably was a human before. What kind of accident turned someone into a dog? Whatever it was there could be a clue as to how to return him to his original form. Could John help him return back to his old self? Probably not. John was no expert in this area. If it was something magic based he wouldn't be much help, at best he knew wizard that might be able to shed some insight on the matter. If it wasn't some kind of spell then he was at a lost of what to do, but he would at least try to do something.
The conversation moved on soon enough to Spoon's little nickname. Dear god out of all the names Spoon had given to anyone in the past this by far was the worse. That had to be some kind of world record, given the name he had given himself and his naming choice for his pets. Really, Owwy? It didn't surprise him in the least that Spoon started calling Owen that without any consent. John couldn't help but chuckle. “That sounds like Spoon alright.” he replied. “If there is one thing you need to learn about Spoon is that he doesn't listen. I am not sure if its partially due to his powers or not but he just does whatever he feels like.” John turned his attention back at Spoon for a moment, there wasn't much that he could do to help save Owen from any further suffering at the hands of Spoon but at the very least he could help lessen said suffering. “Spoon, you shouldn't use that name anymore.”
“Why not? Its a cute name! I tried to give him a good name. I would have called him Sherlock but then Dodger already has a Sherlock, it's too confusing. And Owen is too boring a name its not easy trying to come up with a cuter nickname out of that. So Owwy will have to do.” John shook his head, really Spoon was a piece of work but thankfully he knew how to handle him.
“But he doesn't like it. Owen is your friend right? As his friend you should be respectful to his wishes right? If Owen doesn't like the name you would be a bad friend if you went against his wishes right?” John watched as Spoon rubbed the bottom of his jaw...errr...mask while he considered his words. There, he at least got the young man to think for a moment.
“That's true...I guess.” Spoon finally answered. The masked man looked back to Owen. “Okay I will stop calling you Owwy okay?” John smiled, there that was one problem dealt with at least. At least one of them would get some peace today. Too bad the same couldn't be said for him. It looked like John was not going to have the time at all to read his mission file during his break. What little work the man could have gotten done today had gone down the drain. At least he wasn't the only one that had his work interrupted. John listened as Owen explained how he had met first Spoon in the first place. Just as John had predicted the dog had been minding his own business when Spoon just barged in. John laughed. “Oh Spoon was weird long before he came into your workplace trust me.” the man said.
“I'm eccentric!”
“Eccentric is an understatement. But yes, you are something else indeed.” John turned his attention back to Owen as he tried to give the creature an explanation. “Spoon is strange. You don't need to worry he's not mentally handicapped or anything like that. He's just different. It might have to do with his powers, another friend of ours shares the same power as his and he's a little strange at times too. Eventually you will get used to it, and trust me you will have to get used to it. Once Spoon makes a friend they are stuck with him for life. Trust me I know from experience.”
“Awww don't say it like that buddy! It's not so bad, admit it TB you like me~”
