#missthunderkin

I’ve been toying with this for weeks now between everything that’s been going on, and I’m at a point where it’s kinda as done as I can get it.

this was a nightmare to do bc a) dude’s design was tricky for me and b) i was trying out a new coloring technique and shit so yikes but i kinda like how it looks anyway

anyhow, this is Dagmar and i absolute adore him???? like holy shit what a Guy

Dagmar belongs to @missthunderkin​ (please check out their art it’s phenomenal also Dag is just??? amazing??? and i hope i did him some justice???)

@missthunderkin mentioned Tau ‘sees’ using various other senses including touch ‘like a raccoons grubby piddlers’ and this was the first thing that came to mind

Katya walked quietly down the street, grateful for the overcast day making her oversized hoodie look a bit more natural considering the day. She couldn’t say the same for the large cat walking beside her.

They continued down, and walked down an older street with a few old, shut-down stores. She stopped at the third door, reaching into the collar of her jacket and pulling out a key attatched to a long leather strap worn around her neck. She unlocked the door, waited a moment to feel the distinct charge, and then opened the door and stepped through.

The old shop was replaced with a full, and apparently running book store.

Katya frowned down at the cat as it trotted ahead to climb up on the counter by the door. “Do you really need to tease Dagmar everytime we come in here?”

The cat snickered. “Aw come now, Kat, it’s all in good fun~”

“Of course..” She sighed, staring at King as he sat on the edge of the counter and looked around.

“Speaking of shadowy boogeymen..” King began, stubby tail twitching. “Where is he?”

“Probably further in the shop.” Kat replied, lowering the hood of her jacket and attempting to push her hair back with minimal success. It fell back out of place as soon as she removed her hand, and she left it be.

“Do me a favor and wait here, will you?” Kat replied, beginning to walk into the shop, glancing down the aisles of shelves. She didn’t really hear what King said in response as she continued into the shop.

She found Dagmar closer to the back (at least what she assumed was closer to the back- she was never really sure how Dag’s shop really worked), up a ladder looking over the books.

“There you are.” Kat said, resting a hand on the edge of the bookshelf as she leaned into the aisle. Dagmar stopped mid motion, either replacing or removing a book from the shelf, and looked down at her. “Katya?”

Kat held up a bag she’d been carrying. “Got time to chat?”

Dagmar nodded, removing the book and stepping down from the ladder, motioning for Katya to follow him back to the front of the store. He stared at King for a short moment before passing the being by and continuing through another door, pausing to let Katya walk through first.

A sort of ‘break area’, but it looked fancier than any break room in any other store. Kat set the bag on the table, opening it and removing a plastic container from inside. Kat had managed to make an arrangement with Dagmar; baked sweets in exchange for information. The offering this time was checkered matcha cookies.

They settled at the table, eating a few cookies and having a moment of idle chatter before Dagmar changed the subject.

“Going to make me ask about your cheek?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Kat frowned slightly, reaching up and scratching lightly at the large gauze bandage stuck there.

“Had a run in with something the other night.” She replied, taking a bite of a cookie. “Something I didn’t really recognize.”

“So burn it.”

Kat frowned, swallowing another bite of cookie. “Thanks, Dag, great advice, why didn’t I try that sooner?”

“Immune to fire?”

“Or too quick for me to get a bead on.”

Dagmar hummed softly, sliding his chair back and grabbing a book from a shelf behind him. He scooted back to the table when he had it, flipping through the pages. “What did it look like?”

Kat leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. “About my size, give or take a head or half.” She started, thinking back. “Looked like light caught on something, so probably scales. And it could see in the dark.” That was minimal information, she knew, but Dagmar could at least help narrow it down even if only a little.