I LIKED TEVINTER WHEN IT WAS STILL UNDERGROUND | Closed

[wythersake]

WHO: Hanzo, D'Artagnan + Alistair, Jester, Marcoulf, Nathaniel, Newt, Rey.
WHAT: Rescue.
WHEN: This year of our lord 9:44.
WHERE: The Deep Roads.
NOTES: Plotting Post

I'll be making some headers in a second here, but feel free to make your own. I'm not your boss.

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[somethingwild]

Are You Insane? could very easily be the title of Newt's biography. He's both answered the question enough times and seen that same question in the variety of bewildered expressions people in general tend to toss his way that it hardly phases him now. Add to that fact that he's considered additionally strange here for being a Rifter and well. Newt's never been one to care overly much what other people make of him.

That being said, he is grateful to Isaac for pulling him out of the way of the stampeding creatures.

He sees where Isaac is looking, the alcove that looks barely big enough to fit the pair of them. He glances back briefly at the incoming broncos before turning back to Isaac.

"You go ahead," he says, moving to run towards the creatures, now especially agitated for his spells. "I'll distract him."

If Isaac thought his sanity questionable before now, well.

Newt runs, building up enough momentum to leap. He isn't thinking at all; he's making it up as he goes, old habits die hard and all of that. He winds up landing awkwardly on the back of one of the broncos, managing to grab a firm hold as the animal begins to buck.

"It's fine!" He shouts back to Isaac. "I've got this!"

[wythersake]

"That isn't —" Visions of paperwork dance before his eyes. "— You don't got anything!"

The bronto slams its bulk between its fellows and the rock. It's a massive beast; Newt temporarily pilots a one-man wrecking ball. It's possible from here to distract the herd with the fight, or perhaps, to lead them onward and out of the cavern.

Towards what? Darkspawn aren't all that haunt these tunnels. There's certain danger (to himself, to the beasts) in playing bronto bumper cars. But beyond lies the perilous unknown.

Either way, Newt's going to have to choose quick. The creature's growing sweaty with exertion, its hide slick.

[somethingwild]

"Give me a moment!" He shouts back. (He doesn't really have a moment to spare, but oh well.)

Newt truthfully only has what he can grasp of the bronco's back, and even that is slippery at best, given the wildness of the herd's various movements, including the bronco he happens to have climbed up on.

He manages to sturdy himself a moment later, and it's in that moment that he realizes he does, in fact, have options, from what brief glimpses he can catch of this current environment.

Newt decides that, if he's going to die down in the Deep Roads, he might as well die trying to lead a herd of broncos out of tunnel.

"Come on, there's a good bronco," Newt leans down to whisper to his bronco as he digs in with the heels of his boots, hoping to steer the creatures up the path. "We don't really want to stay stuck down here, do we?"

The encouragement seems to...do something. If not quite work, it seems to catch the bronco's attention, and, soon enough, it appears to listen to Newt's request.