But even still, he does seize up briefly and remain very still as the elevator begins to move. It's not fear, really -- just the vague surprise of the unknown]
Ah... yes. [Coming back to the conversation]
Rowdiness does seem to be baked into the backbone of your being -- but I'd argue that is the case for most species.
Hopefully, other species use it with slightly more decorum than some humans.
[Glancing at Chiron, he watches the centaur for a second or two, and then reaches over to place a hand on the flank. He doesn't stroke, or pat, just rests it until they get to the bottom floor.]
[And it was still one of the more normal things about his canon, I hate Fate.
(Also the utter panic that gripped me as I went to check where the flank was because for a hot second I thought it was a horse's ass.)]
No... as I said, it's rather impressive.
[The small spike of cautiousness bleeds out of him quickly after that, and he sighs once the elevator stills, only half-focused on the hand touching his flank]
I'm not a fan of enclosed spaces, but I'll adjust if it means I can get into my room.
[i have been crying every time i look back and read you having panic about whether or not blanca touched the horse ass or not]
You will get use to it the more you use it. You should back in from now on, I think. So you can reach the controls if you're by yourself. To call it, you push the button on the outside, and to descend and ascend, you push the floor you want on the inside.
[belatedly, i realized i don't remember if anyone said the elevator was modern or old timey and i cant look rn so let's pretend]
After you, sir. [He will remove his hand and let Chiron back out of the elevator.] Want to try again?
[Us at the elevator: you're whatever we want you to be for now]
There's no way for me to leave this inn until I return to the elevator, so for now, I'll settle on seeing what this floor looks like.
[Though there is some manner of amusement over him having to literally back out of the elevator like he's a common horse. Ah well. It's not the clumsiest he's ever been.]
Yes, the draw-weight can be formidable, especially for novices.
[Deflecting a little, though it's not that he doesn't appreciate the compliment -- only that being a bowman is so encased into his being, Blanca might as well praise him for being a centaur.
... Though guess who is now realizing the doors require authorization to get into? This guy.
-- Actually, scratch that. The first thing he does is walk up to the door labelled "Centarus"... and utter a soft, surprised noise in the back of his throat when his name isn't on here]
Diligently, Blanca follows along without any kind of annoyance at being lead around. He is along for the ride, so to speak. He glances from Chiron to the door pla--oh. When he realizes, he laughs quietly.]
It is strange they did not put you in the Centarus room. What do you go by?
[Though frankly, he's... mm. He suddenly has concerns as to what name was used when assigning him a room, especially as the assumption is the Realm did all of the heavy lifting and probably didn't care about keeping secrets.
Mmm.]
If you cannot find that name, look for "Chiron" instead.
[His brows knit together in confusion at "Archer," and he looks around... as if... this will somehow clear up the misunderstanding. At "Chiro," though, his face lights up with recognition.]
Ah. You're in Cassiopeia with Mister Taako. It's a bit further down--just around the corner.
[A pause.]
...have you not been to your room yet, Mister Chiron?
[BLANCA IS INWARDLY CLOSING HIS EYES A LOT. Not that it is necessarily all of Chiron's fault.]
Well, I will just have to escort you there, I suppose. [He starts walking with Chiron to the right room this time.] Have you met Mister Taako yet at all?
I have not officially met him, but I have met his sister. Who introduced herself as "Taako," so... best to play along. They are quite the typical prankster pair of twins, I assume.
[POOR CHIRON IS HAVING SUCH A TIME. Also, please anger Chiron? THERE IS NOTHING SCARIER THAN THE ANGER OF A GENTLE MAN.]
Ah--yes. The device, do you have it with you? The one from the bag. It had the message on it. The rooms use it to let you inside. Like a calling card, I suppose.
Only you and Mister Taako can enter your room. Though... perhaps anyone who may have your device could, too.
[Ah, yes, the device. His human torso twists so that he can reach one of the little baskets hanging off a "belt" that circles his equine back, pulling it free.
His voice gives a soft little hum when it indeed works, and he's able to get the door open.
-- And then a more vibrate Ah when he sees what is waiting for him on his giant ass bed big enough for a horse.
... A giant ass bow that's probably taller than half of the characters here, and weighs just as much]
Well, that will keep me from needing to make a new bow.
[Bravo. The ye olde is learning well. Blance stands at the door, leaning against the frame with his hands tucked in his pockets. He's too polite to intrude very far in without any invitation.
But he does give a low whistle at both bed and bow.]
You better watch out. The twins will steal that bed from you if you aren't careful. Your bow has very nice craftsmanship.
They can have it if they like. I have no preference where I sleep.
[Nothing bothers him, it's so disappointing. This is why he was sleeping in the forest for three days]
And thank you, it was a gift from my teacher once I came of age and had completed her training.
[Hefting the bow up like it's a twig, his grip sure and confident. Frankly, he's too engrossed in finding his weapon to care much about what else is inside the room, already prepared to leave. (And can he even fit into the bathroom? God. Questions for never.)]
I'm glad I made a couple of arrows already. I will need practice later.
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[If the "I used to live in a forest" vibe wasn't enough, ha. But he gives a goodnatured sigh all the same]
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[He will--push the button? to get the doors to open.
To show Chiron, he steps inside, but makes a lot of room for, like, horse bottom. He motions inside.]
It will feel strange when it begins. The drop, or the lift.
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Sir.
Not that this stops Chiron from entering, even if he realizes once he's in that he'll have to back out in order to leave this elevator.
Just because it's big enough for a horse doesn't mean it's big enough for him to move around easily.]
I'm constantly impressed by the ingenuity of humans...
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We are somewhat inventive, aren't we? [He waits until Chiron is ready and settled.] But we're quite a rowdy species even so.
Ready?
[Time to go down! Ding. Hopefully Chiron doesn't fall on top of him and crush him from the surprised initial jostle.]
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/jazz hands
But even still, he does seize up briefly and remain very still as the elevator begins to move. It's not fear, really -- just the vague surprise of the unknown]
Ah... yes. [Coming back to the conversation]
Rowdiness does seem to be baked into the backbone of your being -- but I'd argue that is the case for most species.
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Hopefully, other species use it with slightly more decorum than some humans.
[Glancing at Chiron, he watches the centaur for a second or two, and then reaches over to place a hand on the flank. He doesn't stroke, or pat, just rests it until they get to the bottom floor.]
Not so bad, mm?
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(Also the utter panic that gripped me as I went to check where the flank was because for a hot second I thought it was a horse's ass.)]
No... as I said, it's rather impressive.
[The small spike of cautiousness bleeds out of him quickly after that, and he sighs once the elevator stills, only half-focused on the hand touching his flank]
I'm not a fan of enclosed spaces, but I'll adjust if it means I can get into my room.
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You will get use to it the more you use it. You should back in from now on, I think. So you can reach the controls if you're by yourself. To call it, you push the button on the outside, and to descend and ascend, you push the floor you want on the inside.
[belatedly, i realized i don't remember if anyone said the elevator was modern or old timey and i cant look rn so let's pretend]
After you, sir. [He will remove his hand and let Chiron back out of the elevator.] Want to try again?
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There's no way for me to leave this inn until I return to the elevator, so for now, I'll settle on seeing what this floor looks like.
[Though there is some manner of amusement over him having to literally back out of the elevator like he's a common horse. Ah well. It's not the clumsiest he's ever been.]
Besides, I will need to fetch my bow.
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[He waits for Chiron to back out like a prized race horse, and then he follows before the door has time to kshut.]
A bowman, hm? It must take considerable strength to use one. I can appreciate it.
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[Deflecting a little, though it's not that he doesn't appreciate the compliment -- only that being a bowman is so encased into his being, Blanca might as well praise him for being a centaur.
... Though guess who is now realizing the doors require authorization to get into? This guy.
-- Actually, scratch that. The first thing he does is walk up to the door labelled "Centarus"... and utter a soft, surprised noise in the back of his throat when his name isn't on here]
Really? How unconventional.
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Diligently, Blanca follows along without any kind of annoyance at being lead around. He is along for the ride, so to speak. He glances from Chiron to the door pla--oh. When he realizes, he laughs quietly.]
It is strange they did not put you in the Centarus room. What do you go by?
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[Though frankly, he's... mm. He suddenly has concerns as to what name was used when assigning him a room, especially as the assumption is the Realm did all of the heavy lifting and probably didn't care about keeping secrets.
Mmm.]
If you cannot find that name, look for "Chiron" instead.
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Ah. You're in Cassiopeia with Mister Taako. It's a bit further down--just around the corner.
[A pause.]
...have you not been to your room yet, Mister Chiron?
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[They really put him in the same room with an eccentric sort... but he shakes his head at the question]
This will be my first time.
[He says on a Monday when they arrived last Friday]
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[BLANCA IS INWARDLY CLOSING HIS EYES A LOT. Not that it is necessarily all of Chiron's fault.]
Well, I will just have to escort you there, I suppose. [He starts walking with Chiron to the right room this time.] Have you met Mister Taako yet at all?
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... It was enlightening, in a way.
[The politest way he can put it as they're walking to his room. Taako is very... Taako.]
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I have not officially met him, but I have met his sister. Who introduced herself as "Taako," so... best to play along. They are quite the typical prankster pair of twins, I assume.
Miss Lup enjoys teasing you whenever she can.
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Is that right? With me, she pretended an impostor was walking around, and tried to put a hit on him.
[Prankster twins indeed]
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I hope you don't let her cause you much grief. I don't believe any of it is intentional. She seems like a good woman.
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And there is no worry of that happening. It's difficult to anger me.
[Me at the game: aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you wanna see a centaur go apeshit?
Also they are now in front of his room, though again, Chiron is distracted by the fact that he can't actually... get in yet]
I assume I need some identification?
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Ah--yes. The device, do you have it with you? The one from the bag. It had the message on it. The rooms use it to let you inside. Like a calling card, I suppose.
Only you and Mister Taako can enter your room. Though... perhaps anyone who may have your device could, too.
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His voice gives a soft little hum when it indeed works, and he's able to get the door open.
-- And then a more vibrate Ah when he sees what is waiting for him on his giant ass bed big enough for a horse.
... A giant ass bow that's probably taller than half of the characters here, and weighs just as much]
Well, that will keep me from needing to make a new bow.
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But he does give a low whistle at both bed and bow.]
You better watch out. The twins will steal that bed from you if you aren't careful. Your bow has very nice craftsmanship.
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[Nothing bothers him, it's so disappointing. This is why he was sleeping in the forest for three days]
And thank you, it was a gift from my teacher once I came of age and had completed her training.
[Hefting the bow up like it's a twig, his grip sure and confident. Frankly, he's too engrossed in finding his weapon to care much about what else is inside the room, already prepared to leave. (And can he even fit into the bathroom? God. Questions for never.)]
I'm glad I made a couple of arrows already. I will need practice later.
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