pullmeoutalive | General Merida stuff awwyeah

[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.]

[ 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... ]

[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—]

[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.

[ 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?

[ 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?

--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. ]

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. ]

[...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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

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. ]

[ 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. ]

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--

[ and suddenly, statue.

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

[ that's precisely the moment Merida jumps, but also whips her bow up to fire off an arrow without really thinking that

you know

arrows aren't that helpful against stone. ]

[ except that the "statue" isn't really a statue. it's an imitation of it as an actual person just... playing pranks. terrence nearly freaks out when merida whips out her bow and tries to get her to stop. ]

H-Hey! You can't just fire those in the middle of the street! [ he just thinks they're lesser versions of a gun, really... ]

What'm I supposed to do, let it attack?!

[ sorry, Terrence, she doesn't know any better. ]

[ just... mentally keysmashing. he's starting to think that she takes a lot of things seriously and one of those people that can't take a joke well. what... a great first impression. ]

It's not seriously going to attack you. Really! It was probably just a prank...

[ oh if he only knew. ]

A... joke?

[ a stare. But at least she lowers her bow. ]

Yeah... [ He sighs when he sees her lowering her bow. The statue imitation looked pretty startled as them when Merida whipped out her bow and the statue imitation just... slinks off back to its original position.

Yeah, that was pretty human-like. And now Terrence feels bad. Welp. ]

[... 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...]

[ 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. ]

I can't believe it... he looked just like a real statue!

[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.]

General Merida stuff awwyeah

DunBroch nothing needs to make sense

some street in vagueville

DunBroch

Dunbroch because archery princesses

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