General Merida stuff awwyeah

[bearmyfate]

So here's how it goes down! You tag with a location in the subject (DunBroch, New Jersey, Space, etc.) and you're free to come up with a scenario or leave it blank, in which case I will do my best to come up with one!

Come at me, bros.

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DunBroch nothing needs to make sense

[messianic]

[normally when transported to another place and time, someone would be disconcerted and concerned.

If that someone wasn't Minato.

But Minato is Minato.

So Minato is asleep, sprawled out in the way somewhere, entirely unaware that a) he's in the way, and b) he's not in Japan anymore.

Don't trip, Merida.]

that is fine too

[bearmyfate]

[ it's not Merida, he needs to be concerned about.

It's the Scottish Clydesdale that nearly trampled him, halted only by the horse's common sense that this was most definitely not part of the usual path, and Merida's sense of alertness. ]

Easy, laddie! [ she's quick to call to the horse, pulling on the reins to get him to back up-- both to keep the boy un-stomped on, and to get a better look at him. ]

... Is he dead, d'you think?

[messianic]

[...yes that would be a problem, if he was awake. Though the thudding of the hooves helps quite a bit. So he's stirring a bit as she pulls down, and then he yawns and slowly sits up and blinks his eyes open and catches that last bit and

blinks placidly.]

...I don't think so...Last I checked, anyway.

[bearmyfate]

[ much to her (later) embarrassment, Merida shrieks; she honestly didn't expect him to answer. Thankfully, Angus is used enough to his rider's tendency to be loud and only flicks an ear, not even budging when Merida's hand inches for her bow. ]

One question answered, then. Next: who are you, and what're y'doing here?

[ because those clothes? Not Scottish at all. ]

[messianic]

[oh that's loud. And definitely wakes him up completely. He blinks and rubs an eye, tilting his head.]

Oh...I'm sorry for startling you.

[...except now he's realizing he has no idea why he's here, and he looks around curiously.]

...um. I don't actually know, to be honest.

[The fact that he can deliver that with a straight face is amazing.]

some street in vagueville

[overstrain]

[ it's night. it's not that dark and there are people walking here and there on this busy street. there are buildings--the usual. it's just that the thing about this street is that there are lots of statues off to the side.

and they're kind of creepy for some reason, should your instincts be active. and this being terrence, he just... grabs a stranger (merida) and asks for her opinion because stranger danger isn't really a thing for him. ]

Hey, don't you think there's something off about these statues?

[ they just look like bronze old men in suits, really... ]

[bearmyfate]

[ she's really only dangerous if you deserve to be shot at, but she's more unnerved by these statues. She's never been one to admire this type of art anyway, but even so... ]

What... d'you mean? And mind lettin' go of me?

1/2

[overstrain]

--Oh, right. Sorry about that. [ he laughs--albeit a little awkwardly and lets go of her. kinda hoping he didn't make her uncomfortable there. he only becomes aware several steps late, really. ]

[overstrain]

And I meant that even though these are statues, they don't... really seem like statues, right? They kinda look like they're alive...

[ the statue could be looking directly at you, merida.

or it could be the trick of the eye.

your call. ]

[bearmyfate]

Alive? What, did y'see one move?

[ you're getting a skeptical look. As is that statue, but not because she thinks it's going to spring at her or anything. ]

1/2

[overstrain]

Well, uh... [ Terrence tries to think over his words for a bit. ] It's like one of those creepy statues that might move at any seco--

[overstrain]

[ and suddenly, statue.

Terrence lets out a startled noise before jumping back a little. ]

DunBroch

[defriends]

[It doesn't take a genius to figure out this is the human's world, though Setz definitely didn't go through any portals this time so what the heck—

Fortunately, it's still dark out. Unfortunately, Setz can tell that's not going to be the case for much longer—the day is coming.

And for a vampire, that's very, very bad.

So yes. Setz has no time to wonder how he got transported here and is instead running through the forest, claws tearing through anything that might get in his path as he searches for somewhere that might serve as protection against the inevitable sunlight—]

[bearmyfate]

[ well, there's a shambled mess of what looked like a house once upon a time, planks stacked on top of rocks and other pieces of wood strewn about the area. It's at least suitable to huddle under, but there's also someone there, features and hair hidden underneath a black hood.

She's also asleep, so that should spare him shrieking for three seconds. ]

[defriends]

[... Welp. Upon seeing her, Setz retracts his claws, though there's not much he can do about his red eyes. With any luck, they won't be too noticeable in the night.

Now, deal with potentially frightened human, or deal with the sunlight.

... He'll have to pick the human. Hopefully, she'll just stay asleep as he quietly approaches...]

[bearmyfate]

[ sadly, Merida's too used to the wilderness and its dangers to sleep soundly, so the instant he gets close enough, whether it's the faintest rustle of leaves or the tiniest twig snapping underneath his foot, she's awake.

And staring at him. ]

[defriends]

[He just. Kind of freezes and stares back, utterly unsure of what to do.]

Ah—

[... His social skills are bad enough around acquaintances, let alone a complete (and human) stranger.]

Dunbroch because archery princesses

[charities]

[Second day of peace talks between Ingobert and Fergus. After a weeks-long trip on horseback, having to sit down to a banquet of sheep intestines had been...an experience. Refreshed after a decent night's sleep, however, Natalia felt slightly less inclined to commit regrettable acts, which was good because this morning she was to rendezvous with Dunbroch's own princess and tour the area.

'Princess', Natalia thought very unkindly, was perhaps a stretch.]

Lady Merida. [Natalia demurely inclined herself, all smiles and elegant curtsies.]

I'm in your hands for the day. I have my mare saddled already, if you'd like to be off.

awwyeee

[bearmyfate]

[ Merida's first thought upon meeting Natalia was that here, standing before her, was the type of princess that her mother had tried to raise her to be. Graceful, elegant, polite, well-spoken--

In short, Merida took one look at her and wanted to take off into the woods immediately.

But no, she had to be polite, and when Natalia curtsied, Merida gave her version of a demure nod. Which was more of a brief jerk of her chin. ]

Ach, c'mon then. I just hope your mare'll be able to keep up with the likes of Angus.

[charities]

I'm sorry, 'Angus'? [Angus, Angus, was this a family relation she hadn't been told abou--oh.]

Oh, haha, you mean your, ah... [Natalia searched for an apt descriptor as Angus himself came into view. 'Plowhorse' was probably not acceptable.] ...charger? He's quite proud-looking.

[Certainly no fleet-footed destrier like her own more delicately-built animal, but Natalia was aware that it wasn't given to all ladies to be as keen in the saddle as she.] I'm certain Fiona will manage. Won't you, girl?

[Fiona's ears pricked with interest as her mistress swung up and settled. One hoof pawed the ground restlessly. Natalia gave Merida a practiced, graceful smile.] After you.

[bearmyfate]

If you insist, princess.

[ Merida wasn't her mother. Merida couldn't smile her way through politely insulting visitors, and if Natalia felt as though underestimating the Clydesdale and underestimating DunBroch's princess was a grand idea, then fine.

In one quick jump, she'd gone from the ground to a foot in the stirrup and onto Angus' back. She was still swaying when she nudged the horse into a thundering run with a joyous yell.

Natalia could surely keep up. ]

dunbroch! also fashionably late because.... well, it's yuka-tan.

[tsundyne]

Uh, Fuuka?

[If this is Tartarus, Yukari definitely doesn't want it to change anymore. The scenery is beautiful -- lush trees, green everywhere. And even if she did have to keep fighting Shadows here, she can't see herself minding it too much.

Tartarus has never done this before; but this isn't the first time they've been split up, so she isn't panicking . . . just yet.

This is the first time she's been cut off from her support, though. No response from Fuuka yet, and she's never let them stay in the dark this long.]

Whoa . . .

[-- So where the heck is this??

With her bow in hand and a quiver of arrows on her back, she continues exploring by herself. It doesn't seem that dangerous; there aren't any shadows, but as they've learned in the past, that isn't necessarily a good thing. She keeps a watchful eye out.]

[bearmyfate]

[ it's not a shadow that's greeting Yukari this time. Rather, it's something significantly less blobby and singlemindedly homicidal.

... For now, though the look on Merida's face when she parts a clump of bushes in her hunt for a stray arrow and sees a person instead isn't exactly warm and friendly.

Actually, she shrieks a little and stumbles backwards, reaching for her bow but not actually drawing it yet. ]

Crivens--

[tsundyne]

[?!?!?!

It's a little hard to ignore that! She thought she'd heard something in the bushes, but she hadn't thought much of it until she heard a voice. Turning and reaching over her shoulder for an arrow, she faces Merida, just in time to see her fall. She doesn't draw her bow either, but she does gasp, remaining on her guard.

My god, this girl's hair --]

H- Hey! Who are you?

[Sounding a bit defensive. Yeah, she's quickly realizing that wherever this is, it definitely isn't that creepy tower she's grown to hate.]

[bearmyfate]

[ one eyebrow goes up, half-offended that out of the two of them, the girl who's more obviously out of place here is the one acting like Merida's the oddity.

That neither of them are actually firing is a promising sign, though. ]

Merida. Y'mind answerin' the same question?