lostcarnival | ⇨ THE HUNT

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 173, the Afternoon
Where: Heartstone Manor Courtyard
What: Everyone goes into the forest with arrows, swords, and horses and is told to hunt and the kill the biggest beast they can find. Best kills win a prize! Or, if you'd rather not, you can wander around the forest and pretend to hunt instead.
Warnings: Violence and ethical quandaries.

BEASTS OF BURDEN↴

Come the day of the Hunt, everyone will be brought to the courtyard forest and provided with arrows, bows, and blades as requested. Magic and other weaponry can be used to hunt, but it is suggested by the Prince that the best kill is the one done in a gentlemanly manner, which probably means he will be most impressed by those using the tools provided.

The "Best Kill" will be determined from a mixture or whatever beast the Prince decides is best, and the method in which it was killed. The less damage done to the body the better - tearing the body apart will receive poor grades.

The corpses are not yours to eat or keep, and all must be returned to the Prince at the end of the day for judgment.

The servants are especially nervous, tense, and solemn today, and unless they have no choice, most of them will be trying to give the courtyard a wide berth. Those that have to serve will have stony expressions, or at best will be trying to put on a cheerful face.

If casually asked why they are upset, most of them will say something vague about the Hunt making them nervous, and how dangerous it is to participate.

OOC: Those who make top levels will have a chance to be randomly selected for a couple particular plot events, so be prepared for that.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

At the pod’s report, Rita lets out a silent sigh, her shoulders sinking. Part of her still wonders if he could have lived. At least he didn’t suffer long...

Right, not dwelling on it.

“By foot?” She makes a face. “Sounds like a pain. Riding double should be fine, shouldn’t it? I mean, we’re both only...” Trailing off, she studies 9S. “...How much do you weigh?” Outwardly, they’re both only a fraction of the size of the average adult. But it’s easy to forget what 9S is actually made of, and what a difference that can make.

Hey, that's his line!

Also, wow, you don't just ask a guy his weight!? Except 9S totally doesn't mind.

"129.9 kilos. Or 286 pounds. Are those units of measurement you're familiar with?" If not, well... 9S gives Rita an appraising look before commenting, "I guess I'd be about two to three times your weight."

"Wait... really?" Rita's eyes widen. Yep, she's familiar with kilograms. She knew being an android would skew things, but she really didn't expect that number, given 9S's size.

And then it becomes apparent that 9S is trying to guess her weight, and she hastily clarifies in a dismissive tone, "About three times. Yeah." In truth, Rita doesn't know how much she weighs, particularly now that she has a few new appendages... but she'd rather not give it too much thought.

Anyway, the question is how much a horse can carry, and unfortunately, Rita doesn't know much about horses. "It... should be fine, if it's just for a little while. We can disembark next time we're close to a target, so the horse isn't subject to unnecessary stress." And so they don't get a repeat of what just happened to 9S's horse.

9S also doesn't know much about horses. And he's never tried to ride double on a moose or a boar. 2B probably wouldn't allow it, even if he made the suggestion.

"Alright." How are they even gonna do this...? "You get on first. I don't usually use a saddle, so I'll be the one to sit behind."

Hopefully the horse doesn't mind? The saddle really doesn't look like it'll fit two...

"You sure?" Rita was about to suggest the opposite, to spare him from getting a face full of feathers... but at least he's a little bit taller than she is, so maybe it won't be a problem. In the end, she's not going to argue. It's her horse, and she prefers being in front, anyway. "All right."

She steps into one of the stirrups and hoists herself up, sitting side-saddle and shifting to get her weight somewhat centered. "If we weren't going straight back to that furball and his entourage after this, I'd just tear this stupid skirt apart," she grumbles as she positions herself. Why is it so damn long?

Having seated herself in as stable a way as she'll get, she gestures for 9S to come on up.

9S watches Rita get up onto her horse. He's so used to the short skirts of the YoRHa androids that the long dresses worn at the manor had been quite a surprise. But Rita looks better in her normal clothes, anyway.

"Maybe they wouldn't notice if you made a cut along the side? You could pretend the dress was a casualty of the hunt."

Show some leg, Rita.

But once she's on the horse, 9S eyes the remaining space on the creature. With Rita on the saddle -- it even looks different to the one his horse had -- he's going to be sitting further back than he's used to. Well, there's nothing for it.

"Alright. Here goes!" he says, before hoisting himself up onto the horse -- pushing aside her wings, if they get in the way -- and hoping the horse doesn't throw them both off.

⇨ THE HUNT

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i legit forgot all about her wings