Who doesn't think things through? Joy didn't think things through. Which was why she was nursing her freshly bandaged arm while she flew around Dusk in search of other Hunters.
That Terr guy had sent this blast text message either being an obvious dumb ******** that he was a Hunter or was an actual Horseman trying to lure out Hunters by pretending to be one. The Moon hunter in her needed to protect her fellow hunters, even if it meant risking revealing her true identity in the process. She chewed on her lower lip in thought, debating on what her next move should be.
And the more she thought, the harder it was for her to maintain flight. She had to land and it was a rather awkward landing, nearly crashing onto another Horseman in the process. "Oh s**t, moooooooooooove!!!!" she screamed in warning.
Liya War Horseman; Warrior Wild Arcana (formerly The Tower Arcana Group D) Journal - 5"0 tall - Mother hen - Loves you all! - Has the word JOY carved on her arm.
medigel
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 11:11 pm
Luckily, said horseman was a built a** ********> It was closer to a bird hitting a glass window than a true crash, though Dawson did stumble nonetheless, sputtering and attempting to both recover his balance and catch the woman when he realized oh wait that's not a crow or something--
It was graceless, but hey. Nobody broke a limb.
"Uh, um, sorry!" he all but shouted, wincing at himself as he spoke. Bjorn's apparent normal volume was just a few notches below that, and he still wasn't used to it. "I didn't notice ya there--oh s**t!" Dawson noticed the bleeding belatedly. "You okay?"
Horseman body, horseman AU - yet the same stupid questions coming from his mouth.
OOC
Character's name: Bjornbrandr Character's clan: Death Guardian Heir Character's journal link:xxx Character's arcana WILD ARCANA BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAvatar 6'4", real built and thick and hairy, has a beer gut developing, appears serious but is quite warm
Dazed but thankfully not concussed, Joy still had to contend with the ringing in her ears. The other Horseman's loud volume did not help matters. "Nnnng, I think so?" she groaned, clutching at her head. The crash had jostled the bandages, reopening the the wounds except Joy's first concern was, "Oh s**t, this is my blood right? I didn't cut you or anything did I?"
She was a lot smaller in her Horseman body but that wasn't going to stop her from trying to get back on her feet. She was on a mission and she wasn't going to let something small like bleeding arms and double-vision stop her.
medigel
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 6:08 pm
"I-I don't think so..." The only things cut on Dawson's body were his muscles, whose existence alone was enough to weird the hunter out anyway.
He tried to keep a hand steady on the woman's shoulder, half to help her, half to stop her from throwing herself back up in the air. "Hold on, ma'am," did horsemen say that s**t s**t, "you look like you need t'take a breather before you end up like a Windex commercial. UH," he added quickly, "those human ones on the television, it has a bird smacking a window because it's clear, it's hilarious, ha ha..."
Joy was ready to protest and assure the "horseman" that she was fine and probably attempt to extract herself from the situation altogether. He was much larger than she was, although when she considered the kind of War Horseman "Liya" was, her alternate-self was more than used to squaring off against much larger Horsemen.
Except this one didn't talk like a Horseman. He was using words that Joy recognized (she knew about Windex but her family was loyal to Pledge) and expected to hear from humans, quite possibly from a "Hunter?" she asked, her voice so small and soft that anyone but the large person she crash landed on would be hard pressed to hear.
The throbbing ache of her wounds was ignored as she focused all her attention instead on what he would say next.
Liya
