towerofanimus | The most heroic bronie

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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!

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Ah-ah....no, thank you.[Only five words are tempted to come out of Edgeworth's mouth. Involving 'what', 'the', 'hell', 'is', and 'that'.]

[At first, Diarmuid is tempted to blame Mac an Chuill for the mess in the room, though, granted he can't really be that mad considering his delay in getting back to the room had left the dog alone much longer than he had planned, giving said dog ample time to get bored.

But can Diarmuid really be blamed for wanting to kill just a few more monsters with his nearly reacquired spear?

Said spear shifts slightly on his back as he rights the nightstand on his brother's side of the room. Mac an Chuill, while seeming a little unsettled, really doesn't seem guilty. That is the other reason that Diarmuid doesn't end up blaming the dog for the mess. He's not ever been one to be able to hide when he's done something wrong.]

Just what caused this mess anyway? And what does it have against my brother?

[Since, it seems that Cu Chulainn's part of the room is in the worst shape. Or maybe it just seems that way because of his brother's own messy nature...]

[ ... Well, that's not a sight you spot every day in the tower. Urotsuki blinks a little when she spots the horse - she notices it even before she can notice that Lancer is the one riding it - and gasps a little bit in awe. Still fairly blankly, but it's the only acknowledgement of surprise that she can give. ]

That's.. a real one?

[On one hand, it's impossible not to hear the clattering of hooves if Lancer is riding his horse all over the place. On the other, Archer has been doing little more than sulking away while he recovers from his collar fluid being replaced with the new mixture.

So it's probably not too much of a leap that it takes awhile for Archer to actually see Lancer on his horse -- and almost get knocked right off the stairwell.]

Watch it, you fool!

Is that your horse? I'd love to ride her! [Although she'd probably fall off.]

[Now, Riku usually visits the beach for a fairly simple reason: relaxation. It's nostalgic, and he enjoys relaxing by the shore, soaking in the sounds of the waves as they crash against the sand.

The sound of hoofbeats kind of detracts from the experience, and it's not long before he turns towards the stairs and arches his brow at Lancer and his steed.]

Man, where'd you even get a horse that big?

[ Kirei pauses and his eyes widen a fraction. Of all the things this size in the Tower, he has only known monsters - not amiable beasts. ]

Is this another offering from our captors?

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On the stairs.

4-16 (After Cu comes back from that 'calm down' ride, if that is okay!)

B

January 11