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towerofanimus2014-01-10 04:23 pm
puppy_lancer) wrote in towerofanimus2014-01-10 04:23 pm
The most heroic bronie
Characters: Lancer and you!
Setting: Dormitories on January 1, and then throughout the Tower
Format: Open, anything goes!
Summary: Lancer enjoys his regain
Warnings: None right now.
A. Room 4-16, January 1
[The strange noises from floor 101 had drawn Lancer's attention, so he had gone to investigate. To his surprise, he had found a teleporter and a secret floor and Aria's strange machine. Knowing that it was a matter replicator, he had jokingly requested one of his horses.]
[Of course, it was only a joke to him. As he heads back to his room, he doesn't actually expect to hear horse whinnies actually echoing through the halls of the dormitories. As he rushes over to his room, he hears the whinnying increasing in volume, followed by dog barks and the sound of gnashing teeth. In addition, his nose picks up on the distinct scent of both Mac an Chuill and a horse.]
[He more or less kicks the door down the second he arrives at room 4-16. As soon as he pokes his head into the room, he can see Mac an Chuill and a big grey Irish draught horse trying their best to bite, stomp, or claw each other. It seems to be a stalemate, with neither of them successfully wounding the other yet.]
Hey!
[He calls to the horse, followed by a sharp whistle and a wave. Both of the animals pause at the familiar voice, and the horse, forgetting Mac an Chuill's presence completely, rushes over to his master.]
She did it! She really did it!
[Cu Chulainn's voice as he pets his horse is half part delight, and half part surprise. He hadn't expected that Aria would actually be able to give him his horse back, but there she is. Liath Macha, in the flesh.]
I missed you, big guy!
[Standing on his tiptoes, he gives the horse a big hug. He can feel that even with her master present, Liath Macha is still tense about the unfamiliar space and the unwelcome addition to her territory. In addition to her tensed muscles, she's stamping one of her front feet on the ground and letting out irritated snorts.]
...Let's get away from her for a bit, okay?
[Cu Chulainn knows his horse. He knows how wild and spirited and aggressive she is. And he knows the best thing to do is to take her out and work off her energy, then bring her back when she's tired and calm. He pats her on the head and, grabbing her mane, springs on her back in a move that both master and ride are familiar with.]
B. Throughout the Tower, any day
[The look on Cu Chulainn's face as he rides his horse down the stairs and onto floors is one of pure, childish excitement. The giant of a horse stampedes through floors, hopping over or kicking down obstacles. Every so often, it pauses to much on things that attract its interest or its ire. If its owner notices its behavior, then he doesn't care, since he never makes any effort to stop it.]
[Whenever they encounter anyone during their stops, Lancer always calls to them to join him.]
Hey, you wanna get on? It's fun!
Setting: Dormitories on January 1, and then throughout the Tower
Format: Open, anything goes!
Summary: Lancer enjoys his regain
Warnings: None right now.
A. Room 4-16, January 1
[The strange noises from floor 101 had drawn Lancer's attention, so he had gone to investigate. To his surprise, he had found a teleporter and a secret floor and Aria's strange machine. Knowing that it was a matter replicator, he had jokingly requested one of his horses.]
[Of course, it was only a joke to him. As he heads back to his room, he doesn't actually expect to hear horse whinnies actually echoing through the halls of the dormitories. As he rushes over to his room, he hears the whinnying increasing in volume, followed by dog barks and the sound of gnashing teeth. In addition, his nose picks up on the distinct scent of both Mac an Chuill and a horse.]
[He more or less kicks the door down the second he arrives at room 4-16. As soon as he pokes his head into the room, he can see Mac an Chuill and a big grey Irish draught horse trying their best to bite, stomp, or claw each other. It seems to be a stalemate, with neither of them successfully wounding the other yet.]
Hey!
[He calls to the horse, followed by a sharp whistle and a wave. Both of the animals pause at the familiar voice, and the horse, forgetting Mac an Chuill's presence completely, rushes over to his master.]
She did it! She really did it!
[Cu Chulainn's voice as he pets his horse is half part delight, and half part surprise. He hadn't expected that Aria would actually be able to give him his horse back, but there she is. Liath Macha, in the flesh.]
I missed you, big guy!
[Standing on his tiptoes, he gives the horse a big hug. He can feel that even with her master present, Liath Macha is still tense about the unfamiliar space and the unwelcome addition to her territory. In addition to her tensed muscles, she's stamping one of her front feet on the ground and letting out irritated snorts.]
...Let's get away from her for a bit, okay?
[Cu Chulainn knows his horse. He knows how wild and spirited and aggressive she is. And he knows the best thing to do is to take her out and work off her energy, then bring her back when she's tired and calm. He pats her on the head and, grabbing her mane, springs on her back in a move that both master and ride are familiar with.]
B. Throughout the Tower, any day
[The look on Cu Chulainn's face as he rides his horse down the stairs and onto floors is one of pure, childish excitement. The giant of a horse stampedes through floors, hopping over or kicking down obstacles. Every so often, it pauses to much on things that attract its interest or its ire. If its owner notices its behavior, then he doesn't care, since he never makes any effort to stop it.]
[Whenever they encounter anyone during their stops, Lancer always calls to them to join him.]
Hey, you wanna get on? It's fun!
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The only experience the prosecutor had with horse-riding when he took lessons when living with "Perfectionist at everything" Von Karma. Unfortunately, he was so terrible that his riding that after several months, Von Karma finally let his adoptive son stop - although not without implying, "We will never speak of this again". Franziska rode horses, though.
Except what Franziska and Edgeworth didn't know is that Von Karma was even worse at horses than his adoptive son.]May I ask.....if you got....er...her from Ms. Aria? [Also trying to move away from said horse so she doesn't eat his cravat. D:]
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[Liath Macha stretches its neck out and moves its lips in the direction of Edgeworth's cravat. She's curious!]
Did you get anything from her?
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Do you have any idea where she is going to sleep? [Yep....still moving away from that horse!]
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[He scratches his head, taking a hand off of his horse.]
I guess I could leash her to my bed--Whoa!
[Without her Master's touch to steady her, Liath Macha stumbles on the stairs. She then jumps forward, her teeth snapping at Edgeworth's cravat.]
No! Bad girl!
[Lancer slaps his horse upside the head.]
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Sorry. She gets really curious sometimes, and...
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Erm....thank you for that.
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...Maybe we should...get to a floor first before we talk.
[At least Edgeworth can have some place to duck if Liath Macha tries to eat his cravat again.]
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He'll follow you, Lancer.]
skip until we get to the floor
Whew, we made it. Would've been faster if we rode, though.
[Less dangerous too, since nobody would have risked being crushed or stepped on. The thought of all three falling off the stairs together never even pops into his mind.]