Bret's experience with horses was, to say the least, limited. So he'd taken to tagging along after Charlie whenever he could, petting him and talking to him and feeling like a little kid with that pony they always wanted. And internally, daring Jemaine to call him a girl.
Even if he was kind of right.
As they approached the city, Bret had sidled up alongside Charlie once again, his fingers tangling in the horse's hair. He hadn't realized the city was in this bad a shape. He figured there'd be people rebuilding it, like in Jhelbor. It was a ghost town.
And therefore, it was creepy as hell.
"Is...is this the part of the horror movie where some serial killer jumps out from behind something and starts hacking everyone up with a hatchet? Or with magic. Can you hack with magic?" He looked around, imagining something terrible-- maybe a crazed goblin, there was a lot of water around --hiding behind every corner.
Was it more cowardly to run or to hide behind a horse?
"Horror movies follow a formula." She didn't remember the formula exactly, but she knew there was one. "I don't think group attacking happens until the end, and you have to have all the different people - the virgin and the slut and the couple sucking face and... someone else, right?" She couldn't remember the formula, but she was certain she was forgetting someone. Gabriel would probably know. He and Charlie had been the ones to introduce her to the concept in the first place, after all.
Bret glanced back at Jemaine. "Well, we probably hit some of those..." Not that he wanted to call anyone a slut. Though apparently Gabriel probably fit that description. And it was probably just as insulting to call someone a virgin.
Although he kind of hoped Taryn was.
Maybe that's who she was forgetting. "Is there an animal?"
"Stoner," Gabriel supplied. "And no, not a lot of animals in horror movies." Talking... cat thing. Yeah. That had gotten slightly less weird as their journey stretched out, but it was still a long, long way from normal. Kind of cool, at least. Unlike hanging out with a guy he'd punched in the face. That was less cool. He should probably apologize for that sometime.
Jemaine shrugged in between fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt. "I didn't really watch horror films." He bunched the front of his jacket around his chest. "Not -- because I was scared or anything, I just wasn't interested. They were really boring." Which was, more often than not, because he couldn't see what was happening through the blanket tugged up over his head.
"Isn't there always someone who survives, though? Like, a girl -- woman." He glanced around. "That's positive."
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Even if he was kind of right.
As they approached the city, Bret had sidled up alongside Charlie once again, his fingers tangling in the horse's hair. He hadn't realized the city was in this bad a shape. He figured there'd be people rebuilding it, like in Jhelbor. It was a ghost town.
And therefore, it was creepy as hell.
"Is...is this the part of the horror movie where some serial killer jumps out from behind something and starts hacking everyone up with a hatchet? Or with magic. Can you hack with magic?" He looked around, imagining something terrible-- maybe a crazed goblin, there was a lot of water around --hiding behind every corner.
Was it more cowardly to run or to hide behind a horse?
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Although he kind of hoped Taryn was.
Maybe that's who she was forgetting. "Is there an animal?"
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"Isn't there always someone who survives, though? Like, a girl -- woman." He glanced around. "That's positive."
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