The Beach (Galactica Point) - Saturday Morning

[bigbluekitty]

Rex wasn't sure how he'd gotten to the beach or where the now familiar New York skyline was. Maybe Captain Neweyes had transported him here while he was asleep. Eh. These things happen. "Well, could be worse. At least it's not Jersey."

[OOC: Open! Sleeeeeep.]

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[vkandis_son]

Galahad was cantering down the beach, staring out over the ocean, looking for something, anything, he recognised.

So far, all he'd been able to determine was that he was on an island, that he was alone, and that this horse had been a good find. Where find means steal, but these things were sometimes necessary.

He looked up, saw the giant beast, and reined Gawain in abruptly, the horse neighing a protest he ignored as he strung his bow.

[bigbluekitty]

"Uh-oh. Uh, would you mind putting that down? I'm not going to hurt you."

Yeah. That was going to work.

[vkandis_son]

"What witchery is this?" he muttered, but didn't allow himself to be distracted, knocking an arrow and letting it fly with absolute precision for the beast's eye.

Or it would have been absolute precision, had Gawain not chosen that moment to dig his heels in and half-rear, whether at the treatment or the dinosaur (which, Trenor still being Trenor, whatever the madman on his back chose to call him, remembered with no fondness at all).

[bigbluekitty]

Rex ducked anyway out of habit. "Hey!" he shouted. "Cut it out. You'll poke someone's eye out with those things." He started towards Galahad. The ground? Totally shaking. Not his fault. "Can we talk about this?"