sample for futurology

[brandosaur]

stolen from the january tdm.

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[repugnant]

[ none of the unicorns were making any effort to approach him, which dio finds boring. maybe they can smell how pathetic he is and they've decided to stay clear. in that case dio can't even fault them.

it's when after a while of the other trying to cajole the horses that dio frowns and decides to expedite things by attempting to throw him into the pen. here, let him help. ]

[brandosaur]

[THAT'S SO FUCKING RUDE. HORSES LOVE HIM. IT'S JUST A...CLEAR INDICATOR THAT THEY'RE TOO TAME FOR HIM. It's the shitty ones. The shitty ones can't get enough.

On the other hand, he's happy to hang around all day and try to gently coax the animals over. They're favoring a far side of their pen, though. He's adamant, focused--]

What do you think you're doing-?!

[Cue a death grip on the stable's edge and a few backwards kicks. Like a horse. Frig off.]

[repugnant]

Helping. Which you are clearly in need of.

[ spoken as reasonably as he can manage given that he's attempting to kick him. this is a bit difficult since he has to take care not to get his boot in the face. ]

They won't come to you, so you'll just have to go to them.

[brandosaur]

[He's trying, at this point, to lowkey kick him in the head. It wouldn't be entirely unwarranted.

Also, there could be a myriad of reasons for the unicorns keeping themselves at bay. He's not so eager to find out why; he could certainly protect himself in a worst case scenario, but he'd rather not resort to such extreme measures if they could be so easily avoided ffs.]

I don't need your help!

[The afterlife sure is rough.]

[repugnant]

Why not? I'm offering it freely. You want to pet them, right?

[ listen to him, he is the voice of reason.

as he's attempting to fight and evade diego's kicks at the same time, the unicorn are certainly taking notice of them. most of them have stopped what they're doing to look at the two men outside the stables. ]

[brandosaur]

[This isn't how that works, this isn't how any of that works.

In the process of reaching back in an attempt to swat at him -- anywhere, be it his hands or his face, Diego more or less sets himself to be completely flipped onto the opposite side of the stall. Something about a solitary grip isn't enough to prevent him from landing headfirst (good thing he still has his helmet????) in a mostly-eaten pile of hay.

The landing still hurts, for some completely bizarre reason.

...He's just, going to, very slowly sit up, contemplating how to maim this guy all the while.]

[repugnant]

[ now that diego is actually in the pen, dio leans against the stable to watch him. if the unicorns don't rip him apart, that's gonna be a useful use of his energy. if he manages to convince them to become transport, well, that's even better. ]

Alright, let's see you work.