Closed for Alnair - Herding [ Annie is pumped for this event. As much as she doesn't get along with animals... herding, wrangling, and roping are more her kind of skills over fuckin' communing with the dumb beasts. The game calls for teams of three, and she happens to know a couple of idiots who probably won't tell her no. Especially if she beams about it and extols how fucking great they'll do at it. ]
(Remember, dickheads, warping is cheating when nobody else can do it.)
[ Which probably means her unearthly aura on the loose scaring the Gryer into running from her, rather than any real skill at herding, is also cheating... but whatever. Since when do the same rules apply to her. ]
OTA - Around / Wildcard [ This isn't really her scene. Shril had been more her scene, with big aliens that played loud nasty music-- This reminds her a lot more of a Renfaire and fuck that shit. She's wandering around trying to find something to amuse herself with until her next event, which of course isn't until the end of the damn day. She keeps skirting past groups happily drinking, blanching on the inside as the always recovering alcoholic in her stirs, rumbles, wants to join in. That'd be the key to blowing this whole ruse though: get her drunk and watch her run her mouth. She can't even really find a quite place to smoke a cigarette... She assumes they have a hookah tent or something to that effect, but doesn't want to risk that kind of inebriation either if it's that different kind of smoke-- ]
(Who's where, who's doing what, is any of it fun?)
Elinmaster Run -- There's a whooole bunch of options in here, pick a spot in the timeline and insert!!! [ Her otherworldly presence is obscured for this event. A veil of mist and smoke that comes from each of her respective broodmates, to stop the reality of her alien monstrousness from triggering that panic response in the backs of these automatons technomanced minds. It's a start. She can ride the thing, and it sits under her without trembling.
But this was still a bad idea. One day's lessons aren't enough to overcome a total dearth of knowledge in the subject of riding an animal. Annie gulps, her fear hidden behind the smokescreen as much as everything else, and then she steels it over. Preparing herself for probably breaking a rib or two when she inevitably gets thrown, or maybe crushed under this thing. Whatever. She's been through worse.
The least she can do is maybe take out some of these other riders, give her crew a better chance.
All she has to do is make it through the initial pinch... and then she can start kicking bitches off their ponies, right? Kicking, punching, shoving, shouldering... Her goal isn't to win so much as impede everyone else, and that almost makes it easier to get on with her own Elin.
Until, at last, someone on the 2.5 meter end of the scale has enough of her and sends her flying. Ah, yes. Her back hits the rock face and she tumbles downward, end over end. Her mechanical steed tumbling after, she knows it is and scrambles, mostly missing its flailing legs. ]
(Ugh...)
Closed for Noctis (What do you think, can you actually win?)
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[ Annie is pumped for this event. As much as she doesn't get along with animals... herding, wrangling, and roping are more her kind of skills over fuckin' communing with the dumb beasts. The game calls for teams of three, and she happens to know a couple of idiots who probably won't tell her no. Especially if she beams about it and extols how fucking great they'll do at it. ]
( Remember, dickheads, warping is cheating when nobody else can do it. )
[ Which probably means her unearthly aura on the loose scaring the Gryer into running from her, rather than any real skill at herding, is also cheating... but whatever. Since when do the same rules apply to her. ]
OTA - Around / Wildcard
[ This isn't really her scene. Shril had been more her scene, with big aliens that played loud nasty music-- This reminds her a lot more of a Renfaire and fuck that shit. She's wandering around trying to find something to amuse herself with until her next event, which of course isn't until the end of the damn day. She keeps skirting past groups happily drinking, blanching on the inside as the always recovering alcoholic in her stirs, rumbles, wants to join in. That'd be the key to blowing this whole ruse though: get her drunk and watch her run her mouth. She can't even really find a quite place to smoke a cigarette... She assumes they have a hookah tent or something to that effect, but doesn't want to risk that kind of inebriation either if it's that different kind of smoke-- ]
( Who's where, who's doing what, is any of it fun? )
Elinmaster Run -- There's a whooole bunch of options in here, pick a spot in the timeline and insert!!!
[ Her otherworldly presence is obscured for this event. A veil of mist and smoke that comes from each of her respective broodmates, to stop the reality of her alien monstrousness from triggering that panic response in the backs of these automatons technomanced minds. It's a start. She can ride the thing, and it sits under her without trembling.
But this was still a bad idea. One day's lessons aren't enough to overcome a total dearth of knowledge in the subject of riding an animal. Annie gulps, her fear hidden behind the smokescreen as much as everything else, and then she steels it over. Preparing herself for probably breaking a rib or two when she inevitably gets thrown, or maybe crushed under this thing. Whatever. She's been through worse.
The least she can do is maybe take out some of these other riders, give her crew a better chance.
All she has to do is make it through the initial pinch... and then she can start kicking bitches off their ponies, right? Kicking, punching, shoving, shouldering... Her goal isn't to win so much as impede everyone else, and that almost makes it easier to get on with her own Elin.
Until, at last, someone on the 2.5 meter end of the scale has enough of her and sends her flying. Ah, yes. Her back hits the rock face and she tumbles downward, end over end. Her mechanical steed tumbling after, she knows it is and scrambles, mostly missing its flailing legs. ]
( Ugh... )
Closed for Noctis
( What do you think, can you actually win? )
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