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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[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.]

[extramural]

[ 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?

[extramural]

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.