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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.
it's not a typo and i'm not fixing it 8)
Of course, every worker needs a break from time to time, and her break only caused her to wander into the more frigid parts of this strange island. The climate reminds her of the frozen north of Kamui, and immediately Amaterasu is thankful fr her thick, dense coat of fur, blinking her eyes and ice and snow hangs off the whiskers of her face. Ah...she didn't miss this. A warm, sunny patch is always more welcome that the blistering winds and icy wastes.
But a woman screaming for help certainly catches the wolf's attention - head lifting up and ears out, twitching left and right for the source before she keys in on it. Racing toward the source, Ammy spots a...oh it's a guy. And a big...deer? Elk? It looks like an elk. Ish... She moves forward a bit faster, hoping to get to him before the creature charges or feels threatened.]
wow!!!
[In his pursuit he catches wind of another scent - a dog. Territory markers, another sign that he (and his quarry) shouldn't be so far into this fresh snowy hell. And so he picks up the pace, doubly so when he hears shouting, until he's bounding through the snow and kicking up a great flurry of white behind him.]
[This is surely not startling to large elk-like creatures at all. Surely.]
LMFAO T H A N K S
He scrambles back with a strangled "holy shit!" Unfortunately, his Doc Martin's really aren't made for snow, so in trying to get further away from what is turning out to be a very dangerous creature, he manages to catch his heel on something in the snow, tumbling backwards with another yelp. This does very little to help the anteka's disposition; it makes another noise, this one less startled and more, well...not happy??? At least, Newt thinks so. Not that he's had much contact with moose-like-creatures.]