MOCK TRIAL WEEK 1

[consolemods]

So, after the sheriff's little introduction, you've got a better idea of why you're here... and outside of the more bloody-minded players present, it's probably not one you're terribly enthused about. Nevertheless, you're here, you're not leaving, and you've got a few rules to follow... but aside from that, you're basically left to your own devices. You can visit any of the locations in the town, and you do get complementary meals at the inn for breakfast, lunch, and dinner... but the question of whether someone will go ahead and kill hangs over the town like a dense fog.

Well, nobody's dead yet. But how long, exactly, will that last?

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EMU WRANGLING

[consolemods]

[oh god. oh god. these are the most bad tempered emus you've ever seen. maybe you'll be able to calm them down enough to ride them, but........]

[stavros]

[You would think that Kokoro would be the logical choice to attempt to lasso an angry bird. You would think.

Instead, she's tangled in her own rope, flopped over on the ground and flailing.]

I hate this.

[fuckthemancers]

[Oh dear. Poor girl. After disappearing back from somewhere (don't worry about where), Zulf pauses where she's stuck and tangled on the ground.]

Do you need help, then...?

[Or does pride demand she take care of this herself?]

[stavros]

[She sighs and starts trying to wiggle out.]

Sorry. I swear I'll do better next time... I think these birds are just evil, but that's no excuse.

[fuckthemancers]

Don't feel the need to apologize.

As for the birds... They're just stuck in the same situation as we are. Think of it like that.

....Are you sure you don't need help?

[stavros]

.........................it might be good. [sigh] I am supposed to be better than this.

[fuckthemancers]

Alright, just stay still... [Crouching down carefully, he starts to work through the tangles.] What is it you're supposed to be better at, exactly?

[stavros]

I fight all kinds of things, but I apparently can't handle a few birds. [sigh] All right, almost there. What kind of race means you have to get your own mount, anyway?

[fuckthemancers]

Fighting is different from taming. Just remember that. [And there's one tangled up mess taken care of. He moves onto the next.] Besides...

[His lips twist in a somber frown.]

This sort of thing... Whatever the point, it feels like a spectacle. So... for that reason, probably.

[stavros]

[Kokoro starts untying herself now that she's more free. She grimaces.]

These birds seem to think they're the same thing.

[thegoddamnmissile]

Excuse me, but would one of you be kind enough to ride with me? We can win together! And be friends!

[ This is one sweet, eager Pomeranian. He is attempting diplomacy. He's not sure how he'll ride one but. ]

[helldestiny]

Heheh....if you really want to ride with me, fluffy...

[Time to wrangle her an emu!

She tosses a big bad of bird food into the fray. Let the emos attack one another, and the one left shall be her steed! That's her plan.]

[fuckthemancers]

[And here he had been, excited about giant landlocked birds, when he sees.... that. Zulf gives a pause from where he'd been getting a look at the birds.]

...So what is the plan there?

[He's curious to see how the emu react, certainly.]

[helldestiny]

Survival of the fittest! Let them fight over the food and we get the ones left eating!

[fuckthemancers]

...Are you sure they'll fight?

[helldestiny]

It's food, why wouldn't they?

[fuckthemancers]

Well, if it's a whole bag, they might decide that there's enough that they don't care.

[How social are these birds? Zulf has never run into any of them before.]

Or they might just snap at us, instead.

[helldestiny]

...........

Only one way to find out, right?

[She is just....going to hide over here. Away from where the emus can see her. Huddling. And waiting.]

[fuckthemancers]

[Well, if he's going to be riding giant birds, he should switch out of his usual clothes, which means Zulf is in a tried-and-true cowboy outfit for once. As for one of the skirts he'd usually wear, brightly colored?]

[Well, he's draped it over the gate to the paddock, agitating it now and then to see who go after it first. By his feet is a bit of feed and water in a bucket.]

[As it turns out, more than a couple of birds are pissed at the flappy intruder and are pecking at it. Zulf is just laughing a little bit.]

You guys really are full of spit and vinegar, aren't you?

[acherontiastyx]

...Are you kidding me...

[he just kind of looks at the paddock and sticks his hands in his pockets.]

How am I supposed to catch these things without any Pokeballs?

[fuckthemancers]

[Along the gate, some emu are still pecking to death a spare skirt, and Zulf glances over to where Guzma is.]

A pokeball?

[acherontiastyx]

Yeah, it's what you use to catch Pokemon. You don't have those?

[fuckthemancers]

Not pokeballs, or Pokémon.

[Still, color him intrigued as he leaves the skirt for the emu to peck at.]

Mostly if you wanted to catch an animal, you had to either trap it in something or, well, lasso it, I suppose.

[acherontiastyx]

Well, I guess a Pokeball's kinda like a trap? You basically throw it at a Pokemon and if it respects you enough it'll stay inside and then work for you.

[condemnedone]

[ After wrangling with one, he seems to finally got one calm.

He smirks, triumphantly. As he attempts to get on one, however, it goes wild and he's flailing for a bit.

... He'll just need a little more time. Honest.

He's doing this for the prize!! ]