#sorry in advance if this sounds chopped up and doesnt flow too well ;;

[reubyocs]

V's rather excited by Nightwolf exposing his belly, a bigger smile forming on his face as he gently runs his hand over his belly. Is this weird? Is this technically him giving a big burly guy a tummy rub? Whatever, this doesn't matter. He stops giving Nightwolf a pat and stands up from his spot.

As this goes on, Doomsday has helped lift LJT off the floor and assisted him in getting back into the nearest chair. Doomsday is still prepared to attack if Nightwolf lashes out at V, but it's clear that won't happen. LJT is still spooked by Nightwolf's form, keeping his eyes on him.

Then, of course, Nightwolf shifts back into his human form. Which immediately creeps out LJT and Doomsday. V however, is unbothered by this.

"Okay, so no talking from you- but you can hear me well. I assume that's why you were a little fidgety about the earpieces- but thats okay! I'll relay any important information like changes in plans, when N.O.O.S.E arrive, things like that." V broadly smiles as he stands next to his brother, stroking his chin as he thinks about their route in and out of the casino. "If you're able to break through bulletproof glass, then we may be able to get in and out of the mantrap with little problem! No need for those stupid security passes! Well, once we're changed, I definitely think we're good to go!" V joyfully speaks as he pats Doomsday on the shoulder.

With a wave, V hurries off and disappears into the closet. Avon, who had just been sitting there curiously watching everything unfold before him, only stared at Nightwolf. He didn't speak, he didn't do anything. Doomsday sits back down at his laptop, preparing himself for his job.

A few moments later, V exits the closet dressed in a nicely fitted black suit. He looks rather clean, and you can barely tell that he's wearing a bulletproof vest underneath. To the untrained eye, he looks just like a high stakes casino player.

The garage door rattles open, letting the light from the outside flood into the space. A crusty looking sedan reverses in, rolling up to V's side. Their getaway guy gets out, placing the keys right into V's hand before hurrying over to load their car with their weapon, headpieces and duffel bags. Excitedly, he gets into the drivers seat, adjusting the car seat until he is comfortable.

"Take your time! We'll go whenever you're ready." V cheerfully speaks as he pulls his door closed.

When Nightwolf gets into the car, V will slowly roll the car out of the Arcade's basement, and begin the short drive to the Casino.

Aw man, is he seriously about to be shot here? After her just told them not to shoot him? He doesn't wanna have to deal with that. Bullets hurt, even the non-silver ones. Well, if it serves to prove a point, he'll sit there and take a few hits, but any more than that and he's outta there. He won't fight back - there's no sense in slaughtering any of these people, even if he's just given them what they asked for.

At least one of these guys is on his side, and standing in front of him. Trent considers making V move, not wanting him to get shot for no reason, but then he thinks better of it. To the others, that might look like an attack, and they might start shooting anyway. So he just sits there, wagging his tail, and otherwise remaining calm. It's a good thing that he has complete control of his mental faculties while in this form.

Trent pricks his ears up and his gaze follows V about the room, no longer concerned that Doomsday is going to shoot him. The only problem with being in this form that he can foresee is... he can't speak. He can only howl and make your typical wolf noises. He can make some gestures and communicate with body language too, but other than that, no verbal communication. He'll have to tell them that when he changes back, if they haven't deduced it on their own by then.

Speaking of which, at the mention of destroying walls, Trent flicks his gaze at the nearest wall and rolls his massive, muscular, fur-covered shoulders in a shrug. He absolutely can claw through walls, even just bust straight through them, depending on the material and how thick they are. Metal is questionable and might take more time, but your typical building wall structures? No problem.

He doesn't give any indication just yet, but his idea is he'll do everything he can to simply frighten away anyone who tries to stop them or shoot at them or get in their way. If that doesn't work, he'll disarm or handicap them. Killing will be used as a last resort, and he can make their deaths quick and relatively painless, depending on the situation. Hey, he's not perfect, and he certainly can't predict the future, but he doesn't actively wish to cause undue suffering in others.

Now, normally someone trying to pet him would annoy the crap out of him. He's really not someone's lap dog, and the only one he'd allow this from is Ophelia, however... he needs to be seen as part of the pack here. So he calmly allows it. He even lowers himself down onto the floor and rolls over onto his back, exposing his belly, a notorious weak spot for dogs and a sign of submission and trust. Hey, I'm not dangerous, see? I show you my belly, that means I trust you. Please don't shoot me. V will find Trent's fur to be deceptively soft and luxurious, despite how rough it might look. It's like a silky soft fur coat that's been freshly cleaned by clouds.

In response to V's questions, from down on the floor, Trent nods his head to show he's good with the plan. But there are things he can't do in this form, like speak, so he rolls back over and gets up and swiftly changes back into a human, everything pulling neatly back into place and leaving that shaggy-haired human and the air filled with red sparkles. "Yeah, problem is, I can't speak in that form. And no, offering me a treat doesn't work. I just can't do it. But I can still hear you, and from pretty far off, so as long as you know what you're doing, then I'll know. I'm not some mindless wild animal. I still have my thoughts and I'm still me. So. Yeah. We doing this?" he says, looking from person to person with a satisfied smile.