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Post by Dajh Katzroy on Dec 14, 2012 23:49:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’m lookin’ to the sky to save me. Lookin’ for a sign of life {WORDS } 912 {TAGGED } Cole {WEARING} Something!
“It’s quite the mess.”
His confession to the large chocobo beside him only got a ‘wark’ and a nudge in return. Despite his worry, he couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the big yellow bird was as it fluffed out its feathers and tossed its head around. With a raised eyebrow, Dajh caught the bird by the beak and shook his head, wagging his finger at it pointedly. “Now come on Fritz, behave yourself.” Despite his reprimand, the young boy’s voice and features were full of mirth. He enjoyed the bird’s antics just as much as the bird itself did. Sliding the bridle on the bird, Dajh stepped back, calculated the distance to the top of the bird, and backed up one more step. “Alright, hold still!” With a running start, Dajh sprang into the air, settling half over the back of the bird, his growing legs dangling off the other side. “Nugh.”, he grunted, scrambling to get a good seat on the bird. His flailing only succeeded in getting the bird to shift to the right, nearly settling him on his butt. “Wooah!”, he called out even as his hands buried themselves in the fluffy yellow features on the other side.
Unfortunately, the bird had other ideas. With another ‘wark’ to show its displeasure, the bird jumped to the side, wildly beating its feathers. A yelp, before the soft ‘thud’ could be heard.
Dajh blinked and stared up at the feathery underbelly that was standing over him, the break knocked out from his chest. “Fri-…tz”, he muttered out. Lying there to get the breath back in his lungs, he closed his eyes, moments later hearing the chatter right next to his hear, a strong beak pushing at him. All of a sudden the birds dumping him on the ground seemed hilarious, and Dajh couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled out of his lungs. That only excited the chocobo, who started to dance around him while Dajh rolled over and crawled out from underneath the large yellow bird, still laughing about it. “Fritz we’ve got stuff to do, hold still.” Gaining his feet once more, the young man grabbed the reins that trailed from the beak of the bird and put pressure on his beak to get his head down. “Alright boy, we’ve gotta check the hens.” Right after he had looped the reins over the birds neck, Dajh grabbed a handful of feathers and finally succeeded in actually getting a top the chocobo.
Scooting up, he settled himself easily on the large bird. With an expert hand he guided the larger bird to the north of the pasture he was currently in. He and his father kept a few birds close to the house and ranch in order to either ride for themselves or rent out to others to ride across the Steppes. The other birds though, especially the hens without chicks were kept further north of the ranch. They seemed to like being tucked away in their pasture in the carved out rock. Dajh had to admit that he liked the place as well. Usually he went there when he had some time to kill. Today was different though, he had to check up on the hens and then ride the fence to see if there needed to be any repairs on the small section that was actually blocked off from the rest of the Steppes.
The time went quickly while they made their way out to the second pasture. So much so that Dajh was surprised at his quickly he saw the fence of the pasture beyond. Reining the large bird over to the fence, Dajh studied the work for a moment from atop the chocobo before he swung his leg over and slipped off the back of his favored chocobo. Time to go to work! Thankfully he didn’t have much of a fence to check back here, and after this he could check out that gorgonopsid problem that they had been having lately. He didn’t look forward to that so much, but he had his twin pistols strapped to his thighs to do so.
Like father like son.
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Post by Coulson Pike on Dec 25, 2012 15:41:22 GMT -5
so shed some light on me  and hold me up in disbelief TAG: Dajh Words: 684
ONE LAST THING: Muuuuse come back to meeee
Well this was a brand new, alcohol-triggered experience.
Cole didn’t know how far he’d walked or where he was or what some of the creatures that surrounded him were supposed to be or anything at all really. The only thing he did know was that he had snapped back into some sense of reality about half an hour before the current time and had been walking…a long distance. Over that long distance, the most interesting things he’d seen were a few small creatures that started dancing around in circles and throwing magic at his legs – he hadn’t found it as funny as they did, and thus they were now dancing no more – and a moving mountain thing in the distance that hadn’t seemed particularly natural. Cole had thought the alcohol – that he’d been drinking after that whole mess with Layne and that strange murderer fellow to reward himself for having lost his mind – was what had been giving him such strange visions, but after trying to balance on a set of rocks and pinching himself several times, Cole had discovered that he was neither awake and intoxicated nor asleep and dreaming the dreams provided by that intoxication. Cole had a hypothesis to explain these strange sights, though.
Some weird shit was going on.
And it was hot. Cole knew hot – he spent many of his days in deserts, because that was where the cool crap happened to be – but this kind of hot seemed to hang in the air and make the wind feel totally uncomfortable. Cole almost felt like this weird weather was making him drunk again, as he rubbed at his eyes and continued trudging along to find something that seemed like civilization. He’d been in Rozarria, how in the world had he ended up way out here if he’d been drunken wandering before? And how had he drunken wandered so far when he’d felt so crappy when he’d snapped out of it? ”And why can’t someone bring me a chocobo to ride home…”, Cole mumbled to himself, wanting to get down and roll instead of using his legs, because they both felt as if they had a five hundred pound man clinging to them. At the thought, he reached down and patted his stomach to make sure he hadn’t suddenly turned five hundred pounds. Unless there was some serious waterweight going on, he was the same weight as he’d been before, save however many pounds of sweat he’d lost in the past half hour.
A yellow sea up ahead. Cole stopped, staring in confusion at the strange figures he saw moving back and forth in front of him. Wait. Hadn’t he just asked for some giant birds to show up and carry him to his destination? Had some kind of deity actually answered that call? Since when did that happen? Cole continued watching numbly ahead of him as he walked off towards the yellow figures that he really hoped had features and wings and long necks and stuff as he perceived them as having. They seemed more and more like birds the closer Cole came to them, though he was a firm believer in never assuming something was real until he could get his hands on them…like expensive things…and good-looking women. Well, the birds were neither of those, sadly, but they could be counted as the next-best thing with Cole feeling so pooped out. ”Can’t you come to me, birds?”, Cole asked of them, with no real volume to his voice, as he trudged along, hopping something that reminded him of a fence but then not- wait. Why was there a fence out here in the middle of nowhere? Cole stopped and turned to rap his knuckles on the fence a few times to make sure it was real. Right. Random fence. Back to staggering towards the birds, which he wasted no time in doing.
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Post by Dajh Katzroy on Jan 17, 2013 18:39:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’m lookin’ to the sky to save me. Lookin’ for a sign of life {WORDS } 657 {TAGGED } Cole {WEARING} Something..Dajh...like? With the hammer and fencer in hand, Dajh stared at the fence he regularly walked. Before he set out though, he took a few moments to slip the bridal off his favored bird and set him free to roam while he worked. Naturally the big yellow bird would prance around for the ladies, and Dajh was proceeded on his trudge toward the fence by a bird that looked more like he was dancing than anything else. Despite having seen such a display many times in his life, Dajh never failed to be amused by the spectacle. "Fritz, they care more for their chicks than you." Of course, the hens knew him, and so Dajh was caught in the middle of a chocobo family reunion. He started by checking the normally electric bottom fence strand - currently turned off. A little loose. Working the fence strand in his machine - a gift from Maqui - Dajh settled it roughly against the nearest heavy log beam and set it to be able to tighten it. Once it was anchored, he did just that, tightening it with fluid motions of his hand.
That done, he removed his device and placed it on the ground. With his hands he began to check the fence line that they had gotten installed since starting this ranch. As he walked down the line, he continued do just that. Along with his work, Dajh had up his portable radio and was currently listening to music softly play around them. Repeating the same process he'd just completed, the young man continued on his way down the fence line and toward the gate on the opposite end, more firmly settled against the rocky cliff on that side. His little herd of birds followed him as he did so, and as always he talked to them while he went.
He'd just worked up a sweat when his bird started to act up again. "Oh settle down Fritz, it's nothing." At the same time, Dajh perked up and carefully settled his tools back down on the grass. Wiping the palms of his hands on his pants, Dajh dried them and placed his hands on his gun handles tentatively. Despite his spoken assurance, he wasn't sure that it wasn't a serious problem. They were always being bothered by gorgonospids after all, and there was plenty of even bigger animals around. Before he located the problem however, his bird made a sharp noise and took off down the fence line. "Oh crap! Fritz!" Scooping up his bridle, Dajh ran toward the large fence. Scrambling up the first wooden layer, he vaulted over the top and quickly settled his bridal on another hen. With a quick push off, the young man swung up and onto its back, quickly reining in the direction his personal chocobo had taken and urging his current mount in the same way. With the bird doing the work underneath him, Dajh took out one of his guns and checked it quickly. Fully loaded, perfect.
No telling what he would find when he chased his bird down.
{NOTES} All these delays all over the place |
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Post by Coulson Pike on Jan 25, 2013 22:01:06 GMT -5
so shed some light on me and hold me up in disbelief TAG: Dajh Words: 424
ONE LAST THING: Shortness for the situation.  Cole was starting to think that just lying down beside the fence would be as good of an idea as any, but as he was not a huge fan of dying in the middle of nowhere with not a soul around to find him, the plan started to sour in his brain. Or maybe his entire brain was busy souring from this heat and the exhaustion that Cole was experiencing. Either way, Cole needed the birds he saw up ahead to ride back to some public place where he could roll over and die and someone would know about it. He actually fell onto his knees a short time after starting, but the desire to be able to rest while also saving himself seemed too much of a temptation for him to want to stop. He half-rolled and got back to his feet, still gunning for the birds and hoping that once he got there, they would dramatically lift him up onto their backs as if he was some kind of a king and carry him off into the city streets to the sound of horns and other…instruments.
Whew, he really needed to get out of the sun.
Cole continued on in his merry, miserable way, before he finally thought he heard some sort of a ruckus going on at his side. For a little bit, he thought the voices could be chalked up to something going on in his head, or a hallucination, or something of the like. Cole couldn’t imagine why something important would be going on out here unless it was another mons- oh crap, it was probably another monster. Cole wanted to sit down if he had to fight something else. Stiffly turning, he squinted his eyes against the sun to see what it was that was making noise and let his hands numbly look for his guns. Oh…that was something coming this way, it wasn’t his brain playing tricks on him. But what…what was it? It had a long neck and a big head and..win- oh.
Okay, but why was it running right at him? To save him from his horrible fate and carry him into the city? Cole’s mouth formed an excited O at that thought, and he opened his arms for the approaching chocobo. ”Yeeeeah, good chocobo…come save your friend, Cole!”, he told the bird, just before it crashed into him and sent him onto his back on the ground, confusedly staring up into the sky and blinking a lot.
Well, at least he was resting now.
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