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lifeaftr2018-09-27 02:31 pm
fortunefavored) wrote in lifeaftr2018-09-27 02:31 pm
Dog Squad (and Newt I guess)
Who: Newt, Dogmeat and Amaterasu
What: Exploring and poor life choices maybe
When: September 13th
Where: Nuidan, E7
Warnings: None insofar, besides maybe some swearing from Newt
Listen, Newt's never been known for always making good decisions.
Granted, most of his decisions seem to turn out well for him in the end (no matter what Hermann's opinion on the matter might be.) This one, however, he's starting to deeply regret. He had originally wandered into the area on accident, curious about what sort of climate could abruptly change to winter the way it had, and what could cause such a thing. He had only planned to wander in a short ways before retreating to warmer areas.
Unfortunately, Newt didn't really account for getting lost. Which is exactly what happened.
So now he's pushing his way through a harsh windchill, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as ducks his head against the wind, wincing. Which is why he doesn't notice that he's standing in front of a giant moose-like creature until he's less than a foot away. He notices the legs first, and the hooves--at which point he tilts his head up, squinting behind his snow-fogged glasses up at the thing, at which point his eyes widen, and he starts to stumble back with a yelp.
"Fuck, fuck, shit!" Such eloquence, as he stares at the thing, as blurry as it is behind his glasses, eyes wide.
What: Exploring and poor life choices maybe
When: September 13th
Where: Nuidan, E7
Warnings: None insofar, besides maybe some swearing from Newt
Listen, Newt's never been known for always making good decisions.
Granted, most of his decisions seem to turn out well for him in the end (no matter what Hermann's opinion on the matter might be.) This one, however, he's starting to deeply regret. He had originally wandered into the area on accident, curious about what sort of climate could abruptly change to winter the way it had, and what could cause such a thing. He had only planned to wander in a short ways before retreating to warmer areas.
Unfortunately, Newt didn't really account for getting lost. Which is exactly what happened.
So now he's pushing his way through a harsh windchill, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets as ducks his head against the wind, wincing. Which is why he doesn't notice that he's standing in front of a giant moose-like creature until he's less than a foot away. He notices the legs first, and the hooves--at which point he tilts his head up, squinting behind his snow-fogged glasses up at the thing, at which point his eyes widen, and he starts to stumble back with a yelp.
"Fuck, fuck, shit!" Such eloquence, as he stares at the thing, as blurry as it is behind his glasses, eyes wide.