[The comm turns on to the sight of the inside of a canine mouth and white puppy teeth. There are crunching noises as Thom's teeth slip across the case.
About ten seconds in, the view tilts to show Thom, laying on his back and holding the communicator up above his head. His floppy ears lay open on the ground and his deep-keeled, fluffy chest leads to front legs with elbows jointed human-style. A fabric collar, mostly hidden beneath his ruff, covers an ornate metal band around his neck.
Thom's paws are huge, but they can't be seen.]
Oooh. There's a blinky light! I wonder what that mea--[Time's up! Video cuts off.]
[When Thom comes back, he's asleep in the sand. But he wakes up quickly!]
Wh - Batou??
[Oh my god he's on land.
OH my GOD he's on LAND!!! Is this - is it home?? No... no it doesn't smell right. It still smells like the ocean, even though he smells land, and he doesn't smell any of his reptilian Masters.
Drat. Well, the comm's still here, so...]
Um - oh, does... does anyone have m'collar please?
[That is definitely the most upsetting part about dying. Thom should never be without his collar, that's like ILLEGAL.]
[OOC: Bedtime now but I'll tag ya tomorrows ilu]
I'mma be gone for a few - uh, for a day.
'Cause I was bad and I bit someone
an' Batou says p-punishment is he gotta kill me. I don' remember doin' it
but I know I did it and I'll never do it again.
But it's okay 'cause I'll be back an'then I can go for walks!Hey Mister Batou is there stuff to do when you're dead? Like fetch?[*click*]
[OOC: Thom bit the Major. Per Batou's
Code of Hammurabi Boat-wide vigilantism he has decided that Thom must pay equally under His Law, even if he is fluffy and adorable.
You are free to try to dissuade Batou! It might even work! (No, seriously. It might. This plot is not set in stone.) But the puppy will come back even if no one can make Batou see that killing puppies who don't even remember what they did wrong is a bad idea, so don't worry.
[There's a bump as the comm opens transmission - it seems to have been knocked accidentally, as often happens on the boat. But there's no happy chatter or the playful doggie noises that usually issue from Thom's frequency. Instead there's a low, murderous growl.
A skittering of claws on the deck, and the comm bumps again to end the transmission.]
[OOC: Should you encounter Thom, and should you look hard enough, you might notice there's a blue gem on his neck right below his collar. It may or may not be hidden by his ruff, depending on what he's doing at the time. Thom is not much of an opponent, but he is a juvenile canine weighing a good 50lbs or so and he could probably break an arm if he got his jaws around it.
EXTRACTION IS UP FOR GRABS!! Major got it but feel free to backdate maiming or something idk]
Hey... I found a thing... it's, um, a long piece of leather, an' it smells kinda like Mikey. But not exactly, just kinda.
S'gotta belong to SOMEone.
[OOC: It's Raphael's belt. It never was crossed off the list of retrieved items after he died!]