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Who: Jules Dagger Samari and OPEN

What: Dealing with wildlife in rather humorous ways.

When: Mid-September

Where: Nuidan (no specific location)

Warnings: Jules has a tendency to push people's buttons. He does it on purpose. Provide him the ammunition and give him a reason and he'll do everything possible to piss off your character. He tends to be inflammatory if pressed. If you are concerned he might bother you as a player because of something he says, please don't tag him. I don't want to upset any player.

Bees

He had only been looking! He hadn't even gotten that close! None of that mattered as Jules sprinted through the grass away from the small hive of bees he'd found. Nearly the entire swarm was chasing after him.

"I didn't even do anything! I was just thinking it!"

He'd been trying to come up with a good way to harvest some of the honey without completely destroying the hive. There was no way the bees would have known that unless they'd been psychic though. Seriously, what the hell? One stung him in the cheek and he jerked away, running faster as he did.

"Ow, damn it! I'm going! I'm going!"

Goats

Jules didn't trust the apples in the orchards. It was far too easy for something like that to become tainted, purposefully or otherwise. They were fully accessible after all. Realistically he knew they're probably alright, but his paranoia wouldn't let him eat them himself. That didn't mean they couldn't be used in other ways. His pockets and a make-shift t-shirt backpack were overflowing with apples as he crouched in the high grass of Nuidan. A small herd of goats was a short distance away. One specifically was looking right at him.

He whistled softly.

"Here, goat goat. I have something yummy for you."

It was very odd hearing such a soft and sing-songy baby voice coming from such a large and intimidating male. He was incredibly good at it though. No matter how incongruous it was, he has two female toddlers at home, so he has had a lot of practice. He held out the apple to show the goat and tossed it a few feet in front of the animal. After remaining stock still for a moment, it took two steps closer to pick at the apple. A beaming smile lit Jules' face. Hopefully his patience would pay off and he could get a hold of the animal. There was no way to poison the milk inside a goat without poisoning the goat itself, and this one was clearly healthy.

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Leonard had been working in the fields, earlier anyway, but he's been dealing with bouts of overwhelming melancholy and has wandered away a few times just to feel something other than hopeless. What was the point of working and eating and sleeping, anyway? It would all lead to more of the same.

Leonard is thus wandering when he hears Jules crashing through the brush, yelling. Leonard turns in his direction, not having noticed Jules until then. Now he wonders how he had missed him.

There's a pool of water nearby, Leonard knows, though he sort of has to rouse himself internally before he manages to raise an arm and shout a hey at Jules. "This way!" he adds, gesturing.

It isn't really surprising that Jules has gone unnoticed up until this point. He makes it his mission to go as under the radar as possible. He isn't particularly fond of people, and long experience has taught him that people are far more than simply "not fond" of him. Staying away is just safer.

Running into someone now, when he feels like a totally incompetent idiot, is absolutely wonderful. This would be a problem he could take care of himself if he hadn't cared about hurting the bees. He did care though, and every method he could use to defend himself would either outright harm them or run a pretty high risk of doing so. Not worth it. Dead bees couldn't make honey, and this honey was a safe (or relatively safe) food for him to eat.

"Are you some masochistic bastard that wants to get stung?!"

It may not sound like it, at all, but that would be Jules' display of caring.

The response startles him for a moment, but it does prompt the obvious response:

"Are you?"

Because Jules really should be getting to the pool, not sniping at him, if he wants to avoid being stung himself—any more than he already has, anyway.

In any case, Leonard doesn't intend to get in the way. He hangs back, still pointing the direction of the pool out.

"There's a pool, I know it's there, I just saw it!"

If Jules had known about the pool he would have done exactly that. Probably with some sniping too because that was just how he was, but at least he would have been heading the right way. The thing was, Leonard hadn't mentioned a pool. Had Jules not been being chased by a swarm of bees he would have picked up on the whole pool thing thanks to his abilities, but the bees were pretty much taking over.

"I fucking live to get stung, can't you tell? Which way's the damn pool?!"

This is ridiculous. Leonard hasn't run in years, but he quits pointing and dashes toward it instead. It's on the other side of a small rise, which is why neither of them could see it from where they were before.

At this point, if Jules jumps in the water, Leonard knows he himself will become the target of the bees' ire, so he goes ahead and runs into the water as soon as he reaches it.

The pool of water is maybe 3 feet deep at the most. Leonard makes his way to the center and crouches, the unpleasant sensation of mud squishing under his hands and knees.

Pointing could mean almost anywhere in that general direction. Go straight that way, sure! Go straight for a ways and turn, sure! Go straight over hill, across the plain, and down the path, sure that works too! Following someone is pretty obvious, and you can't get lost.

When he sees the pool relief floods through him. Hopefully with this the bees will survive and he will too. One step into the water is enough and then he dives. No way is he risking the bees swarming around his head while the rest of him is safe.

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bees; cw depressed character

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