Player Plot: The Big One?

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin, Araceli, Samouel, Kirk, Christine, Tim Gutterson, The Outsider, Iskandar, Kain (the last thread is open to anyone)
WHAT: Nuggalope shenanigans
WHEN: Any time in the latter portion of Harvestmere
WHERE: In the northern Frostbacks, near Honey Badger Hold.
NOTES: As mentioned here in the OOC comm.

 

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[extramural]

[ who are good nuggalopes it's ALL OF YOU

While the Outsider has no intention of capturing any for himself, at present, he does like watching the creatures amble about. The one nosing against his hand for treats gets a gentle pat to its horns, but the Outsider is otherwise mostly watching the others.

Staring too much is a predator thing, after all. ]

If anyone dies, I will undoubtedly be blamed in some way, so if we could refrain...?

[ Okay, it's hard to disguise being trampled by a nuggalope for anything else, but just in case. ]

Though I would like to see the ring. [ #nosy ]

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[Araceli's comment gets a fond chuckle, as Korrin glances down at said ring for just a moment. She can stare all she likes again when there aren't nuggalopes to appease.]

Die, when I have you and nuggalope-riding to live for? Never.

And I promise I'll let you have a good look at it soon, Outsider. Just let me see if this one will let me ride it.

[She doesn't bother with the saddles the Avvar gave them yet, wanting to see if it'll accept her bareback first. Bracing herself, she climbs aboard as smoothly as she can, which given the size of the creature isn't as much as she'd prefer. The nuggalope grunts and paces back, less at ease than before. Feeding it's one thing, suddenly mounting it is another. When Korrin gently nudges it with her feet, it bolts forward and she almost falls off, only not doing so because she's clinging to its horns.]

Whoa, calm down!

[foxsays]

Outsider, I would fight a duel for your honour if it came to that and I have never lost. Of course I would make them wait until I am fully healed else it would not be fair. [Ah to be twenty-one and full of your own bravado, but you're in good company with Burly as the two men she'd fight duels for.]

I feel confident you'll like it. [Confident enough she'd put money on it.

But there she goes. Her sirena. Maybe arse over tits, Araceli can't quite be sure as she peers around the nuggalope she's petting, Lux cocking his head so far to the side it's a wonder the fox doesn't overbalance. Korrin's a Knight-Enchanter. The Fade didn't devour her. She's sturdy enough for this surely?] I think I'll opt for a saddle, if I can have a hand.

[Which is of course when another nuggalope comes seeking treats.] My friend, I do not think yours are up to the task any more than mine.

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[ Aw, Araceli. The Outsider is so pleased -- and surprised -- that he's stunned to silence for the moment, though he is smiling.

Aaand then Korrin starts getting tossed around by the nuggalope. ]

Perhaps reins, as well. [ He's a helper. ] Let it adjust to the weight of you on its back first, perhaps. But once we are certain Korrin will not be thrown, I will assist you on the back of another, Araceli.

Lux- perhaps you should stand with me, when we do that.

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[Arse over tits almost happens, but Korrin's grasp of those horns is strong enough to prevent her from pitching over like that. She hangs over one side before throwing her leg over its back again, wincing as she straightens and strokes the nuggalope so that anxious grunting eases.]

Okay, I get it, you need more bribes. Give me a sec....

[Give her a minute to regain her breath and it'll happen. She glances over to the others, trying to pretend that undignified display didn't happen.]

No throwing over here, just be extra gentle with them. But maybe it's just me; you're smaller, they might prefer that.

[foxsays]

No, I have strong thighs I have been told. [Ayyyyyy.] Lux? Off you go, no one is going to have you for dinner.

[You know what's really handy about dating Korrin at the moment? Araceli's naturally used to avoiding horns as the nuggalope shoves at her when she stops feeding it, digging into her pocket for more treats so she ducks smoothly to avoid horns in bad places.

Deciding that she might as well get the saddle since she can sling that over a shoulder and wander back over, the nuggalope follows slowly, sniffing noisily.]

Do not eat my hair, thank you. I will be upset. And then she - the loud one falling off your friend - will be upset. And then all of your friends will be upset I think. And then we will probably all be very flat apart from you. [A nod to The Outsider, because she doesn't think he'd be smooshed by the nuggalopes somehow.]

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[ oho well if you all want him to take Lux for a while so you can have some alone time you just say the word ]

If they do eat hair, think of it as a compliment, [ he suggests, scratching his new nuggalope friend under the chin. ] One of their smaller cousins are a part of my sleeve, once. I was flattered.

[ And he really was, because no one else had ever touched him on purpose before. Oops. ]

Though if everyone is trampled, I will be sure that you are given a lovely eulogy.

[ With a glance toward Korrin- ] Are you comfortable?

[gatheringstorm]

[That one comment about thighs gets a grin out of Korrin, but this isn't the time to get distracted. (Later, though. Later, she'll pay her back for it.)]

No hair-eating and no trampling, or no treats. That's the rule. Even if not many people can claim to being trampled by something with hands.

[Distracting her nuggalope friend with more treats, Korrin takes a moment to ensure that he's not going to bolt before looking over to the Outsider.]

As long as I'm reasonably sure he's not going to try and throw me off, yeah. He's pretty sturdy, sturdier than a horse. Though it probably would be better with a saddle.

[foxsays]

[At least bear pelts are surprisingly comfy.

Saddle over the shoulder (her leg almost buckles but relief practically sings through her when it doesn't) and with the nuggalope still following her, she heads in The Outsider's direction, fishing out another treat to pacify it.]

Do you want to find out if my hair oil gives them the shits? [Can you even imagine that possibility?]

Remember to throw me in the sea. It doesn't need to have any ceremony, just toss me in. [Throw her back in, she's done with this land bullshit etc etc.]

What about the rest following us if you're riding? Or is it going to take most of us being up and mounted too?

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Not many people, but many small insects, I imagine. [ sorry ants ] But yes, treats are for good nuggalopes.

I won't be the one cleaning it up. [ sooooooo do what you gotta araceli

Patting his new nuggalope friend, perfectly content to stay on the ground for the moment, the Outsider fishes out another treat for a smaller, curious member of the herd. ]

If it takes off suddenly, at least one of us should be able to keep up, either by nuggalope or horse. Does anyone know how swift they are?

[gatheringstorm]

[Thanks, Araceli, Korrin's now snickering against her nuggalope's neck before straightening and trying again -much more gently this time- to guide it over to them. Said nuggalope grunts and looks to his fellows as though for reassurance or maybe it's a signal to trample them all to death? One or the other.]

The Avvar said they are rather fast for their size, at least to the point where they can keep up with a horse and they have more stamina to boot.

As for the rest, it would probably help if we all rode. The more that are ridden, the more they'll see us as people to follow. I hope.

[foxsays]

[As Korrin and The Outsider talk, Araceli fumbles with the saddle, and surprisingly the nuggalope suffers it with far more humour and grace than her horse did. Okay so the horse was a Tevinter horse. Stolen.

Technically stolen. But she was liberating it from Tevinter so the damn thing should have been grateful to her and it only peer as she uses her cane for balance to buckle it in place.]

How do the Avvar survive this cold, I wasn't made for this. Brunilda is somewhere in Castileos laughing at me. Shall I name you after her? [No. No she won't name anything after her friends but she wants to keep talking in the same voice to the nuggalope as she staggers upright, almost toppling backwards before she plants the cane.]

Can I request a hand up? I can get part of the way but I have no desire to startle it when I can't jump off so easily.