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Tweak says, "Wanna share my umbrella?"

Finbar (wild_huntsman) wrote in the_displaced,
@ 2016-06-27 16:34:00

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finbar lewis, jin he domino, ~time: april 2020

To Pet the Ponies
Characters: Fin, Jin
When: Monday, around 11 AM
Location: Jin's tank, to the barn

The morning had been ... interesting. He'd gone to the barn first to give the púca a heads up that he'd be bringing a visitor around in case Riley wasn't feeling particularly social. Along the way, he'd seen the shambling snowmen and thought being armed wasn't exactly a bad idea. On his way to Jin's tank, he swung by his place to pick up an ax. It wasn't necessarily much, but it was enough for something close range. He didn't really think arrows were going to do much, sadly.

Crunching through the snow in booted feet, Fin made his way through the carnival grounds. Deserted as they were, it was easy to see how the snow had been churned into paths, and the places that might have been unmolested save for adventurous children and their small boots. Granted, there weren't many of those, but he didn't expect there to be.

Humming to himself, Fin ducked into the tent that housed the mermaid and he made his way over to her tank. "Top o' the morning!" He called out with a cheer he couldn't really say he felt. Nothing to do with her, of course, but the place in general and the lingering winter weather, the missing people, the dead person, the new arrival. No, he definitely wasn't feeling particularly cheerful today. But it would be fun, at least, to show Jin around to the horses.

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_domino
2016-06-28 12:45 am UTC (link)

Jin was excited. She'd been looking forward to going to see the horses ever since Fin had promised he'd bring her there. Sure maybe she could go herself but it wasn't nearly as much fun doing that. Going wtih people, that was the fun. Plus these weren't like the animals of the water she was used to. This was land.

She was ready for Fin when he came though. She'd made sure to put boots on again today, and her hair was dry and braided into two very long tails on each side of her head. She'd heard about the snowmen, from the network, so she hadn't left the safety of the platform around her tank since she didn't think she'd do great against one. She wasn't good at stuff like that.

So she sat crosslegged on a beanbag chair on the bigger side of the platform around her tank, idly playing one of her video games while waiting for him. She sat up straight when she heard his voice, a grin coming across her face, and she quickly shut the TV and the game station off with remotes before pushing to her feet.

That first moment of standing was probably the worst, every time, but she bit her lip for a second and let out a breath and then she was all right, able to handle it. The closer to the full moon, the better it got, anyway. She gave him a bright grin and waved, quickly heading down to him. "Hi, Finn!" she greeted enthusiastically. "Thank you so much for coming to get me. I didn't want to see if the snowmen would come after me."

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wild_huntsman
2016-06-28 04:39 pm UTC (link)

Fin smiled faintly but it wasn't as though it was an impossibility. Some of them were fairly Olaf-y, but more than a few of them ... well, weren't. Which was why he had an ax strapped over his shoulder. "Well, lass, I'll keep you safe from the walking snows," he informed her boldly. "The ones that haven't already fallen to the flames and hooves and paws and claws of the others, anyway," he continued. There had been plenty of piles of 'dead' snowmen after all, and yet there were still hoards of them moving around. He thought it was a sure sign they'd be moving on soon. Big things like this, the climax to whatever shenanigans there were, were usually markers of a pending move.

He'd be glad to be gone from here, honestly. Though it wouldn't actually change anything. The carnival would still be the carnival. The Beast would still be pulling the strings. People would be swept, people would be dragged in. People would die. No matter where they were, these things would happen. It was exhausting at times, but it was life.

Holding out his arm with his elbow crooked for her to take if she was inclined, he waggled his brows playfully before starting off with her toward the stables. He was careful to keep an eye on his pace because he didn't want to go faster than she was comfortable with. "So have you met any of the ones here yet?" He assumed not, but it was conversation to have on the way over.