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starhuevalley2018-08-23 12:07 am
theirondragon) wrote in starhuevalley2018-08-23 12:07 am
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001 ACTION - INTRO AND SUCH
Who; The Iron Bull & YOU!
What; A 7 and a half foot, muscle-bound giant who somehow still seems to look a little fluffy (he likes to eat, okay) walks into yourbar farming town
When; Mid-week, mid-day - Saturday Night (that Saloon prompt)
Where; The Bus stop, exploring the town, the saloon (because food and beer. Shit yeah)
Warnings; Uh, Bull's an unabashed flirt (if you call lude comments 'flirting') and he curses a lot, but otherwise? Nah. Maybe some discussion of ~emotions~ in thread, but nothing of a sensitive nature. If that changes, I'll update.
ARRIVAL - MID-DAY WEDNESDAY
[Even though the Bull had been prepared for the carriage he'd been traveling in to transform into a "bus" at some point, waking up on one of the cramped things that were in no way made for a guy as big as him and getting shuffled off into some of the most pristine hillside he'd seen in a while was still freaky as hell. He didn't have a problem finding the welcome package. He tried and was relatively successful at shrugging off the freaky recorded message, tucked the gold and the "jpad" into his hip back (which was about the size of a human's backpack), and slung a massive battleaxe into the harness strapped to his back before he unfolded the map that was left to him.
At 7 and a half feet with massive horns and enormous shoulders, the Qunari cast a pretty impressive shadow. If somebody does wander by, though, he'll flash them a jovial smile. He's a nice guy.
He's just big.
Really really big.]
SALOON - SATURDAY NIGHT
[It had actually been a pretty damned productive and theraputic few days. He'd tilled his field, cleared tons of wood and debris, he'd stopped in at the saloon for meals at night. It was...good. Simple. He got up at dawn, he watered his crops and cleared invasive plants, he picked another area of the map to explore, he stopped for dinner at Gus' Saloon, and he went home to bed. Rinse and repeat. It was just the sort of routine the Qunari needed after being named Tal-Vashoth.
Tonight, though, he decided it was time to actually spend time at this bar, try Gus' beer, see if he could talk somebody into playing a game of darts with him or...whatever those other games were over in the corner. He was feeling social, and in much better spirits than he'd been in a while.
He's hard to miss in any of the locations, and stands out the saloon as well, with his massive frame and brought shouldersand horns, and if it's not that, its his boisterous laugh at someone's joke...or his own. You know, he's self-sufficient like that. Throughout the night, he'll be asking people if they want to play a game or two, maybe teach him how to play pool...he's a people person, so whatever scratches your itch.]
WILDCARD
[OOC: Bull will be systematically exploring the town over the next several days to get a lay of the land, and he can be encountered literally wherever you'd like to encounter him! Go ahead and start something, or we can talk something out on plurk, just shoot me a message![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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What; A 7 and a half foot, muscle-bound giant who somehow still seems to look a little fluffy (he likes to eat, okay) walks into your
When; Mid-week, mid-day - Saturday Night (that Saloon prompt)
Where; The Bus stop, exploring the town, the saloon (because food and beer. Shit yeah)
Warnings; Uh, Bull's an unabashed flirt (if you call lude comments 'flirting') and he curses a lot, but otherwise? Nah. Maybe some discussion of ~emotions~ in thread, but nothing of a sensitive nature. If that changes, I'll update.
ARRIVAL - MID-DAY WEDNESDAY
[Even though the Bull had been prepared for the carriage he'd been traveling in to transform into a "bus" at some point, waking up on one of the cramped things that were in no way made for a guy as big as him and getting shuffled off into some of the most pristine hillside he'd seen in a while was still freaky as hell. He didn't have a problem finding the welcome package. He tried and was relatively successful at shrugging off the freaky recorded message, tucked the gold and the "jpad" into his hip back (which was about the size of a human's backpack), and slung a massive battleaxe into the harness strapped to his back before he unfolded the map that was left to him.
At 7 and a half feet with massive horns and enormous shoulders, the Qunari cast a pretty impressive shadow. If somebody does wander by, though, he'll flash them a jovial smile. He's a nice guy.
He's just big.
Really really big.]
SALOON - SATURDAY NIGHT
[It had actually been a pretty damned productive and theraputic few days. He'd tilled his field, cleared tons of wood and debris, he'd stopped in at the saloon for meals at night. It was...good. Simple. He got up at dawn, he watered his crops and cleared invasive plants, he picked another area of the map to explore, he stopped for dinner at Gus' Saloon, and he went home to bed. Rinse and repeat. It was just the sort of routine the Qunari needed after being named Tal-Vashoth.
Tonight, though, he decided it was time to actually spend time at this bar, try Gus' beer, see if he could talk somebody into playing a game of darts with him or...whatever those other games were over in the corner. He was feeling social, and in much better spirits than he'd been in a while.
He's hard to miss in any of the locations, and stands out the saloon as well, with his massive frame and brought shoulders
WILDCARD
[OOC: Bull will be systematically exploring the town over the next several days to get a lay of the land, and he can be encountered literally wherever you'd like to encounter him! Go ahead and start something, or we can talk something out on plurk, just shoot me a message
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...Is it okay if I just call you "Bull?" It rolls off the tongue a little easier for me.
[And looking back to what's left of her mushroom pile.] So much for taking these to market today....I guess it's just not meant to be.
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[Even though he likes it.]
Hey, who says? I bet we can find a wheelbarrow around here somewhere. Or a cart.
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I'm sorry to trouble you, Bull.
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[He chuckles.]
Don't worry about it. Everybody washes mushrooms. They usually grow in shit. Literally.
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[Wait. Who?
What was she talking about again? She pauses and looks confused as if she's lost track of what they were originally talking about.
Mushrooms wasn't it?]
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Who?
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All this sadness because of mushrooms.
...why did that feel like a familiar situation too?]
I don't...
I mean...
I-I should go.
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[He shakes his head, expression softening...as much as that scarred face can, anyway. There's a gentleness in his one good eye.]
You don't have go. Pretend I didn't ask. Now, let's go find that wheelbarrow, huh?