[With how small the town is, it's not especially hard to have at least gotten a glimpse of all the others. Especially the... larger ones. Like the horse man. That's new. But it wasn't much his business, so he didn't bother the guy. Did note the guy in the profiles though. A lot of skills for a guy who's part horse?
That is, until the morning after their first day, fairly early, when Raven comes across where the centaur slept.]
Y'know, I'm pretty sure I saw a room with yer name on it. Not an indoors sorta person? [The challenge of stairs has clearly eluded him.]
[He's taken refuge in the northern part of town where the river and forest meet, stretched out on his chest under the base of a large tree. No blanket, no bedding, but he still slept relatively well. Even if his top half is human, he's hardy and knows how to make the most of any environment.
Though he is immediately awake and aware at the approach of this stranger, and pushes his front half off the ground while the quiet assessment begins and ends.]
No, the problem is more practical than that. I can get up the stairs, but I cannot safely descend.
[drawing a hand through some of his long hair. It came undone during the night, and now he has to search for the band. As he looks around, he continues speaking.]
I thought it'd be simpler to remain out here, then.
The couches on the ground floor of the inn are pretty comfortable, tested them myself. Seems like that's be a better place ta sleep than on the ground. What if it rains?
[Like, even horses sleep in stables. He doesn't say that though, since he figures maybe that would be offensive?]
[... Arching a brow at this, his attention now fully placed on the other man. Did he happen to come across him just to tell him this?]
Your concern is appreciated.
[he sounds like he means it]
But I've spent most of my life at the base of the mountain, or in forests. This is more or less what I'm familiar with.
[The only reason he hasn't built himself something is because he doesn't know how long he'll be staying, but. That is neither here nor there. His hair tie now found, he sweeps his hair into a very loose tail]
Though yes, if it rains, I'll be taking refuge indoors. Then perhaps I'll have the chance to test those couches you've mentioned.
[Are they even big enough for him? Well, he can just sit next to them and lean his human torso against the pillows]
Sure am. These little devices are pretty handy, ain't they? [Names and pictures and maybe some less necessary information but hey.]
But I gotta say, I've never met a guy with your particular... [You know he's just gonna... gesture. He's sure Chiron must've gotten this a hundred times already in the past 24 hours.]
Handy and invasive. I suspect half of us will not have the opportunity to be conniving if everyone is waiting for it to happen.
["Fishy Old Man" ... That one still makes him chuckle honestly.]
Humans and centaurs don't interact much where I'm from -- unless something has gone wrong. So I'm not surprised most here are startled by my form.
[It's fine. He doesn't mind the gesturing and with his hair now secure, Archer pushes himself off the ground with his hind legs first, followed by his forelegs, glancing down at Raven now that he's shorter]
Yer tellin' me. What pretty lady's gonna give old Raven the time a day with a profile like that? [Why is this the way he frames this concern? Anyway. Centaur, huh. That's what you call a man horse? Sure, why not. But man if he isn't a tall son of a bitch up close. Raven looks up.]
How come when something's gone wrong? You guys come swoopin' in to solve whatever problem the humans caused? [Sounds useful.]
I'm sure your natural charm will offset whatever was written about you. It's only true if you allow it to be.
[Be the change you want to be, Raven!!]
And no, not at all.
Most centaurs are violent, lustridden, and will attack unprovoked if you pass through their line of sight. I would advise against approaching anyone who looks like me unless I've checked the manner of their temperament.
Well, given the size of ya, that's good news, I don't think most of us would stand a chance if ya did try to start somethin'. This old man's pretty useless without my artes or any arrows.
[Nooooo elaboration, though the corners of his mouth lift in amusement]
And come now, I'm sure there is plenty you can do even while handicapped. Arrows are not difficult to make, and given the amount of youth within our ranks, we'll be needing the adults to look after them in case of an emergency.
Maybe I don't wanna be charge of a bunch of kids' well being. Maybe old Raven wants a break from babysitting. [The sigh of a man who knows it will end up happening anyway. That said.]
I've never made my own arrows before, actually. If you're willin' to show me I might be interested. Situation permitting.
[Archer doesn't even deny this, or seem particularly embarrassed about being reminded of the fact. He let Achilles go at the age of nine or so, a full-fledged hero in all the ways the world would care about.]
Nevertheless, they lack experience that only age can bring, so even if only in small ways, I wish to guide them, and would appreciate the assistance.
Says who? Maybe people just think I'm fishy because they're rude and judgemental? I'm bein' unfairly maligned by that profile. You can't use it ta bully me into helping you.
In fact, this situation'd be a lot more appealing if it was a bunch of eligible young women. Old Raven'd have no problem workin' hard to protect them if it was like that. [Terrible.]
[A new week, a new room and roommate, it seems! And this time he can actually tell right away, thanks to the jaunty sea vibe we're doing instead of enclosed pods.
Raven's not sure hammocks were designed for horses, regardless of how big you make them.]
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Week 0, Saturday morning
That is, until the morning after their first day, fairly early, when Raven comes across where the centaur slept.]
Y'know, I'm pretty sure I saw a room with yer name on it. Not an indoors sorta person?
[The challenge of stairs has clearly eluded him.]
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Though he is immediately awake and aware at the approach of this stranger, and pushes his front half off the ground while the quiet assessment begins and ends.]
No, the problem is more practical than that. I can get up the stairs, but I cannot safely descend.
[drawing a hand through some of his long hair. It came undone during the night, and now he has to search for the band. As he looks around, he continues speaking.]
I thought it'd be simpler to remain out here, then.
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The couches on the ground floor of the inn are pretty comfortable, tested them myself. Seems like that's be a better place ta sleep than on the ground. What if it rains?
[Like, even horses sleep in stables. He doesn't say that though, since he figures maybe that would be offensive?]
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Your concern is appreciated.
[he sounds like he means it]
But I've spent most of my life at the base of the mountain, or in forests. This is more or less what I'm familiar with.
[The only reason he hasn't built himself something is because he doesn't know how long he'll be staying, but. That is neither here nor there. His hair tie now found, he sweeps his hair into a very loose tail]
Though yes, if it rains, I'll be taking refuge indoors. Then perhaps I'll have the chance to test those couches you've mentioned.
[Are they even big enough for him? Well, he can just sit next to them and lean his human torso against the pillows]
You're ... Raven, correct?
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Sure am. These little devices are pretty handy, ain't they?
[Names and pictures and maybe some less necessary information but hey.]
But I gotta say, I've never met a guy with your particular...
[You know he's just gonna... gesture. He's sure Chiron must've gotten this a hundred times already in the past 24 hours.]
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["Fishy Old Man" ... That one still makes him chuckle honestly.]
Humans and centaurs don't interact much where I'm from -- unless something has gone wrong. So I'm not surprised most here are startled by my form.
[It's fine. He doesn't mind the gesturing and with his hair now secure, Archer pushes himself off the ground with his hind legs first, followed by his forelegs, glancing down at Raven now that he's shorter]
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[Why is this the way he frames this concern? Anyway. Centaur, huh. That's what you call a man horse? Sure, why not. But man if he isn't a tall son of a bitch up close. Raven looks up.]
How come when something's gone wrong? You guys come swoopin' in to solve whatever problem the humans caused?
[Sounds useful.]
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[Be the change you want to be, Raven!!]
And no, not at all.
Most centaurs are violent, lustridden, and will attack unprovoked if you pass through their line of sight. I would advise against approaching anyone who looks like me unless I've checked the manner of their temperament.
[He says with an impeccable smile]
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That's a pretty crazy thing ta hear when you yerself seem to be the polar opposite of that, and yer the only centaur I've ever met.
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I'm considered an exception, which is why I wanted to warn everyone.
[Everyone has approached him and it's a sweet sentiment, but oh boy, don't do that to a normal Greek centaur, friends. You will die.]
I can only promise I'll be on my best behavior while here, so no one needs to worry about me.
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Well, given the size of ya, that's good news, I don't think most of us would stand a chance if ya did try to start somethin'. This old man's pretty useless without my artes or any arrows.
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[Nooooo elaboration, though the corners of his mouth lift in amusement]
And come now, I'm sure there is plenty you can do even while handicapped. Arrows are not difficult to make, and given the amount of youth within our ranks, we'll be needing the adults to look after them in case of an emergency.
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[The sigh of a man who knows it will end up happening anyway. That said.]
I've never made my own arrows before, actually. If you're willin' to show me I might be interested. Situation permitting.
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We can discuss the details while deciding whom will be looking over whom.
[Wow it's like Archer didn't hear jack shit of what Raven said.
Maybe he shouldn't have started this conversation with vague concern over a centaur's wellbeing. Welcome to hell, sir.]
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Why don't ya leave me outta your planning for parcelling out th' kids? Most of 'em seem pretty self sufficient anyway.
[PLEASE SPARE HIM]
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[Archer doesn't even deny this, or seem particularly embarrassed about being reminded of the fact. He let Achilles go at the age of nine or so, a full-fledged hero in all the ways the world would care about.]
Nevertheless, they lack experience that only age can bring, so even if only in small ways, I wish to guide them, and would appreciate the assistance.
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[With a goodnatured chuckle.]
But I know to be considered, ah... "fishy", a certain level of competency is required.
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[He can and will.]
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[he places a hand on his chin, glancing down at Raven and leaning forward a little, tail twitching behind him]
It would be best to base your personality on your actions. In which case, you're rather kindhearted.
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[Looking vaguely surprised]
You really don't consider the act of caring about my comfort "kindhearted"?
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[And to further deflect;]
Now, if you were a cute lady centaur, then maybe I'd care.
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[yeah he sees that deflecting but frankly, this is the third time someone has essentially said "you being half-horse ain't even a concern".
He is... very worried about this group]
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A pretty lady's a pretty lady no matter the species.
[DID HE STUTTER, SIR?]
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Noted.
Well, this hypothetical me is quite flattered, I assure you.
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In fact, this situation'd be a lot more appealing if it was a bunch of eligible young women. Old Raven'd have no problem workin' hard to protect them if it was like that.
[Terrible.]
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[Listen, his brother is Zeus. He can't even pretend to be surprised by what he's hearing]
I've no right to criticize what drives you, though I do hope you'll consider expending some energy for the rest who don't meet your criteria.
[yeah he's still on that]
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Who knows, maybe this'll all be some huge misunderstandin' and nobody's gonna have ta look after anyone else.
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I think we all would prefer that.
[Spoken in a tone that suggests he doubts it, though. For his own personal reasons, but they're not anything he decides to voice.]
Well, we shall likely see in a few days' time, assuming our captors are willing to talk with us.
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Ya think you're willin' to be more traditional if they show up with less benevolent intentions?
[Will you get tired of being nice and go ape shitt]
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[God I hope Chiron goes apeshit but until then, pragmatic to a fault, this one. Though from his tone alone...
It's clear he does not have an aversion to necessary bloodshed]
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[He's got a vague idea of what you're all about, horse man.]
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And you? What will motivate you if we meet unfortunate odds?
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[Is this a real answer? Who can say.]
week 2 monday morning
Raven's not sure hammocks were designed for horses, regardless of how big you make them.]
Jeez, ya need a hand gettin' out of that thing?
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Meaning, uh. Chiron is trying his best trying to keep the hammock steady and slowly lower a hoof onto the floor.
It's a lot harder than it looks]
No, though I thank you for the offer.
[Is he just being stubborn about it? Maybe. Listen, even centaurs have moments where they'd prefer to maintain their dignity]
I trust you are my new roommate, then?
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Seems like it. Wonder what the purpose is of givin' our rooms makeover and new occupants each week.
[Hmmmm.]
D'you think there's gonna be some sorta seafarin' area to go with this?
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[He says, with one hoof now on the floor and another somehow tangled in a hammock string. Surely it's fine]
But yes, I would assume so. Are you familiar with that setting?
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[Just gently nicknames.]
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[Maaaany years.
Also hardly blinking at that nickname tbh, merely tilting his head]
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[Bruh]
But no, I do not prefer them. If I am to move, I prefer it be because of my own legs, not the ocean.
[Maybe the horse gets seasick easily]
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[PLEASE HE IS NOT A CENTAUR RACIST]
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You'd be surprised how much having a human brain helps with adapting to my bottom half.
[A huff of a laugh]
It isn't easy for me to get around, but I can manage on a ship if I must.
[... he says with one of his legs still fuckin trapped in the hammock]
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Yeah?
[Observing this...]
And yer sure you don't want a hand?
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[His patience is wearing thin here, and this has slid to a level of indignity he can't justify anymore]
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Feels like the Realm keeps forgetting to account for ya when it comes ta sleeping arrangements.
[Before we had the elevator and bigger horse beds....]