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[halare]

Oh, now I do think we are getting carried away.

It isn't that I'm not flattered you've brought me here to join the rest of your ... colourful little bunch, here. I just don't think you've thought this through well enough. Or at all, really.

But we may be able to make this work. Somehow. I'm not sure what it is you have planned for me, but I must admit, this place is quite fascinating.



... and please, miss, do not despair. None of us were expecting it. And we still accomplished a great deal. I am proud to have done my part, for my country.

I hear that Joey found his way home, as well. For some reason, I knew he would. It all worked out in the end, didn't it?

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[spiderhorse]

[Why didn't he get a call back for his audition.]

[halare]

[ Bit weird, man. ]

... well, now. There's something you don't see every day.

[spiderhorse]

[Weird? You mean beautiful, right?

But hey, you kind of look like one of his Moms, so he's just going to approach with his neck extended, ears in a rather amiable position as he nickers softly. Something tells him that this guy likes horses. What better horse than the best of them?]

[halare]

[ Horses are beautiful creatures by default, so the captain will be sticking with "weird." But he seems friendly enough, so he reaches to gently pat-pat that nose. ]

Strange, aren't you? But that just makes you special.

And where did you come from, I wonder?

[spiderhorse]

[His tongue emerges at the pat-pat, more like a giraffe's than anything else, long and slender and almost capable of winding itself around the tall man's wrist.

He doesn't want to spook him, but he can answer that question. His voice, heard either directly in the head or as though from an area that can't quite be placed, is soft and kind. There is no real violence in him as long as he's not on the battlefield.

I come from the Realm of Asgard. And you?]

[halare]

[ ... yep. This is why he's sticking with "weird." ]

Asgard? That does sound familiar. [ He's either read about it or heard one of the other folks in here mention it. Hmm. ] I'm an Englishman, myself. Born and raised.

[spiderhorse]

[Well, at least he's not flailing and running off.

It is the Realm Eternal, the land of the gods. I am the horse of all horses and the steed of the great Allfather Odin, born of my mother Loki, god of mischief and of fire.

Titles, technicalities, all of it was out of the way.

I know of England. The Vikings were closer to the country than many others.

Also they found America, you know.]

[halare]

[ Being a dead man will do that to you. ]

The horse of all horses ... well, it's no wonder. [ Have a neck pat! ] You must be very proud.

[spiderhorse]

[Does he want a ride to Valhalla? Sleipnir can so do that.

Oh yes, neck pats! He flexes the muscles on that side, throbbing outwards to that wonderful hand as he nickers again, legs lifting in a rather insect-like manner one at a time, shifting him forward.

I have no reason not to be.]

[flimflambros]

[ You're already talking to an eight-legged horse, how's about a couple o' talking unicorns? ]

Why hello sir, you new in town?
We've got the cure for what's got ya down!

[halare]

[ At least it's eight legs on two horses. But.

... maybe this is what getting shot does to people. Excuse him while he shakes his head and tries to clear his mind from the sheer wtf that just assaulted him in the face. ]

They're even rhyming now.

damnit I lost all my icons for them...

[flimflambros]

Well of course we rhyme, sir. Rhyming's what showponies do.
And showponies we are!
That's right brother, showponies we are, showponies are we indeed.

aww ;;

[halare]

[ Well, they're still there after he rubs his temples, so this is really happening. Oh, goodness. ]

I may regret asking this ...

And what do showponies like yourselves do?

I'll make more later

[flimflambros]

Y'see, good sir, that's the thing about showponies: they do a little bit of everything!
Sure do, Flim.
Sure do, Flam.

Say, mister, got a name?

[halare]

[ ... Flim, and Flam. Well, alright then. ]

Captain James Nicholls. It's a, ah ... pleasure to meet the both of you.

[theredthread]

[ God gracious he looks just like John…this place is weird indeed… ]

These mundanes, as they like to be called, rarely seem to take the time to think things through. They just act and fulfill whatever desire of their heart.

[halare]

[ Ah, a lovely young lady. Captain removes his hat to nod his head politely. ]

I have noticed that to be the case, with a fair number of them. There's never any telling how long it will last, either.

[theredthread]

[ She will smile rather charmingly at him. ]

That is truth, they tend to go with a whim they have at the moment and then they seem to forget about us.

[halare]

Passing fancies, and nothing more, yes? It can certainly make one feel underappreciated.

[theredthread]

Precisely, they go to all this trouble and bring us here to later forget we are here.

[halare]

Not really something to look forward to, is it?

[theredthread]

Not really, it does helps if your mundane has a plan before hand about what exactly they want.

But then that’s not exactly common from them, my lady mundane after all brought me here as a whim of hers.

[halare]

Surely a lovely young woman like yourself will be more than a mere whim.

[theredthread]

One will think, but it's the sad true I was nothing more than a whim for my lady mundane and her, ah, shipping tendencies.

[halare]

Only that? Surely there was more intention behind giving you access to the world like this.