Nikolaos Ramsay (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} themanticore) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} cirque_rp,@ 2017-08-17 20:26:00 |
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WHO: Nikolaos, Marco, Freya (NPC)
WHAT: [Prompt: Raven Feathers] Emergency at the Menagerie
WHERE: … the Menagerie
WHEN: June 6th, just before closing pre-dawn
RATING: Probably just swearing. Mild electrocution?
It would be his 134th birthday in three days. By any normal shifter standards, he should have been rocking dentures and a walker. By mortal measurements, he should have been dead. Ignoring that, Nik was well past the age when accepting emergency calls at 4AM was considered usual. That was the purview of college co-eds, 20 somethings and generally, those too young to have injuries that complained of cold. Yet here he was.
Before he rounded the tent adjacent The Menagerie at a run, Nikolaos could hear the yelling. Freycenet was outside the mouth of the attraction, glowing in the dim light as if from inside. Her expression wasn’t nearly so angelic. “I can’t get him to stop! The kid keeps throwing rocks at my thunderbird!” Her eyes were saucers, troubled pools of seafoam green. “I called Marco too … I don’t know what to do, I can’t calm the bird if that … mongrel keeps attacking him.” Electricity crackled from inside the dome, punctuated by a yelping teenager and sounds from an angry magical fowl.
Nik grumbled a string of Romany expletives, then crossed himself in apology out of habit, not faith. “I’ll wait a minute for Marco. Gameplan it. This won't be fun.” His eyes ticked sideways, moving from the flashes within to Freya’s flushed face. “How badly can the bird hurt us, if we take a solid hit?” Nik asked when he heard Marco closing behind, near enough to catch her reply. The unicorn worried her lower lip between her teeth, her brows knit. “…Badly,” she whispered. “BADLY!” A raven taunted from its perch above. Freya hissed. “Sid, be nice!” Great. At least the job kept him on his feet.
WHAT: [Prompt: Raven Feathers] Emergency at the Menagerie
WHERE: … the Menagerie
WHEN: June 6th, just before closing pre-dawn
RATING: Probably just swearing. Mild electrocution?
It would be his 134th birthday in three days. By any normal shifter standards, he should have been rocking dentures and a walker. By mortal measurements, he should have been dead. Ignoring that, Nik was well past the age when accepting emergency calls at 4AM was considered usual. That was the purview of college co-eds, 20 somethings and generally, those too young to have injuries that complained of cold. Yet here he was.
Before he rounded the tent adjacent The Menagerie at a run, Nikolaos could hear the yelling. Freycenet was outside the mouth of the attraction, glowing in the dim light as if from inside. Her expression wasn’t nearly so angelic. “I can’t get him to stop! The kid keeps throwing rocks at my thunderbird!” Her eyes were saucers, troubled pools of seafoam green. “I called Marco too … I don’t know what to do, I can’t calm the bird if that … mongrel keeps attacking him.” Electricity crackled from inside the dome, punctuated by a yelping teenager and sounds from an angry magical fowl.
Nik grumbled a string of Romany expletives, then crossed himself in apology out of habit, not faith. “I’ll wait a minute for Marco. Gameplan it. This won't be fun.” His eyes ticked sideways, moving from the flashes within to Freya’s flushed face. “How badly can the bird hurt us, if we take a solid hit?” Nik asked when he heard Marco closing behind, near enough to catch her reply. The unicorn worried her lower lip between her teeth, her brows knit. “…Badly,” she whispered. “BADLY!” A raven taunted from its perch above. Freya hissed. “Sid, be nice!” Great. At least the job kept him on his feet.