HARPER
Harper nearly falls on his ass with the force of - her, definitely a her now - the peck, but aside from a huffed exhale of impact (ouch that’s gonna bruise) all it really does is make him laugh. As he turns his head to the voice that yells after him, Harper sees Nate racing down the beach, unaware of what the man had just done to help smooth some of his own stupidity away. Harper obediently backs further away from the hen, trying to make a plan on the fly. Luckily that’s his strongest trait, and as his eyes fall on the deserted open air carts and merchant stalls, he comes to one, hairbrained as it may prove to be.
“Hey Nate! Think chickens like mantas?” Gesturing towards the shore (and hoping to keep the one man he knows as a deterrent to her rampage), he meanwhile backpedals towards the stalls. Rice and grain are way too small for Her Majesty - even apples probably, and Harper doesn’t want to give her a taste for meat right now. What else do chickens eat that’s bigger? It’s been ages since Harper lived with them as a kid, but bloody imagery doesn’t sleep - chickens destroying goopy watermelon was good traumatic material. Thanking the summer season and good timing (and apologizing rather insincerely to the stall owner) Harper grabs a crate of watermelons and smashes one open with the butt of his staff, tossing it and a crimson spray towards the giant chicken. “Come on Princess! Watermelon!” Turning his gaze to the other two standing by, he frantically waves them over to try and get them to help; watermelons are heavy bastards after all. “Maybe we can lead her to Apopo! No humans there anymore, and she can scratch under the ash for the vegetation?” It had once been a fertile paradise after all.
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Harper steals a poor merchant’s watermelons, cracks one open and tries to lure Miss Cluck his way. He suggests Nate look for mantas to feed her/to cut off her path, and tries to get Ray and Theo to help with the watermelon-luring.
Items:
Two-section staff | A bi-sectioned staff created from star-dust and meteorite. When a star on the side is pressed, it nullifies ascended upgrades within 1ft, for 1 post per thread.
“Hey Nate! Think chickens like mantas?” Gesturing towards the shore (and hoping to keep the one man he knows as a deterrent to her rampage), he meanwhile backpedals towards the stalls. Rice and grain are way too small for Her Majesty - even apples probably, and Harper doesn’t want to give her a taste for meat right now. What else do chickens eat that’s bigger? It’s been ages since Harper lived with them as a kid, but bloody imagery doesn’t sleep - chickens destroying goopy watermelon was good traumatic material. Thanking the summer season and good timing (and apologizing rather insincerely to the stall owner) Harper grabs a crate of watermelons and smashes one open with the butt of his staff, tossing it and a crimson spray towards the giant chicken. “Come on Princess! Watermelon!” Turning his gaze to the other two standing by, he frantically waves them over to try and get them to help; watermelons are heavy bastards after all. “Maybe we can lead her to Apopo! No humans there anymore, and she can scratch under the ash for the vegetation?” It had once been a fertile paradise after all.
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Harper steals a poor merchant’s watermelons, cracks one open and tries to lure Miss Cluck his way. He suggests Nate look for mantas to feed her/to cut off her path, and tries to get Ray and Theo to help with the watermelon-luring.
Items:
Two-section staff | A bi-sectioned staff created from star-dust and meteorite. When a star on the side is pressed, it nullifies ascended upgrades within 1ft, for 1 post per thread.
