Adam Pierson (oldmanmethos) wrote in whoville, @ 2009-05-17 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | capnjohnhart, oldmanmethos |
Gaynor's John
Methos had found his way back to the old town, the more fluid surroundings allowing him to relax some, spending several days finding his former haunts when he'd been there, and enjoying the beer and the quiet. He even found himself slipping home for a while, and back to the old town from his own valley. With his sword, and with a rather strange little pet. He grabbed the thing by its fur before it could scurry off to gnaw on the local vegetation - or the local wildlife, since it had been the middle of winter when he'd been chasing the damned thing through his house into this place.
"You are going to cause me more trouble than I'd like here, aren't you?" he muttered, shaking the creature a moment before he fished the leash he'd fashioned for it, and attaching it to the leather band that wrapped around one of the limbs that were nearly invisible under its fur. Before setting it down, and letting it wander at the end of the leash as he wandered down the street in search of his favorite bar. Keeping a careful eye on his pet, hoping that the eternal good weather of this place would interrupt its seasonal cycle. Since it didn't eat carrion.
He yanked on the leash, tumbling it off its feet as he approached the hotel, and a familiar blond on the steps. Even if this place interrupted the beastly thing's seasonal cycle, it wouldn't be back to salad yet, he was certain. And it wouldn't be a good idea to let it eat part of a friend.
"John!"