Open. Gamekeeping, not as easy as it looks.

[lazyinlove]

Date & Time:Today, sometime between dawn and dusk.
Location:Anywhere a pregnant mountain goat might get to.
Characters:The world at large, and Stanley too.
Summary:Stan lucked into a trade for somewhere warm to stay, but his roommates have a bad habit of escaping and wandering Exsilium.
Warnings:...Possibly nothing, for once? Woah. Yeah. I think nothing.
Format:Prose and [action tags] both happily returned.

[The scent of carrots, marijuana and hay might be the first thing that someone notices when Stanley wanders past, if they happen to be blind. For those who can see, it's probably the oversize sweater with the lights on it, or the coat that's a few inches too short in the sleeves and the torso. Maybe the giant furry boots that he's shuffling awkwardly through the snow in.

Or maybe they hear the bells. The bells are attached to something big and quick and hairy, which seems to be into some four legged version of parkour, the way it bounces off of walls and leaps fences in a single bound. It eludes Stanley easily, always a few leaps and bounds ahead, but never quite out of hearing range. There's a very distinct possibility the thing is just fucking with him. Either way, he's not having much luck catching it so far, so forgive him when he bumps into you. He's not good at multitasking, so watching where he's going at the same time he's trying to watch where the goat is going isn't easy.

Ow! Uh. Sorry. 'Scuse me.

Comments

[strategic_guile]

Who'd ever guess she'd be a parkour goat?

[He slows down as he spots the goat.]

You cut her off. I'll drive her to you so you can rope her. Just don't let her get past you.

[lazyinlove]

Right.

[Good, a plan. He can follow orders just fine. Stanley nods, and shuffles around toward the other end. The borrowed boots are several times too large, so running isn't a possibility. Just give him a sec, he'll get there...]

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine watched both Stanley stomping along in boots that obviously didn't fit, and the goat. He was vaguely worried about the boy, but he also didn't want the damn goat to run off again before he was in place.

Once he's sure Stan is over there, Blaine walks forward as silently as he's able, considering the snow. It's at least a light crunching noise. Once he's close enough he starts making noise to push it towards the trap.]

Don't make this hard, cabritilla.

[lazyinlove]

Hey, Nanny. Easy, gir- FUCK!

[The plan works, mostly. The goat does indeed wander toward Stanley. She stops long enough to give his sweater a friendly nibble, too. Then promptly jumps right over his head, bleating cheerfully.]

[strategic_guile]

That doesn't sound like a 'Fuck yeah!' kind of fuck, Stanley.

[Blaine is coming up and sees the lack of goat. He shakes his head and looks more amused than annoyed.]

Alright, gimme the rope.

[lazyinlove]

[Sheepishly, Stan hands the rope over. He shuffles along clumsily in his over sized boots, to see what the new plan happens to be.]

What are these things made of...?

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine coils up the rope as they walk but tilts his head towards Stanley at the question.]

What? The goats? I'd say they were radioactive, mutant goats but that hasn't happened this time around.

[He is currently tracking the split hoof marks of the goat, not that it's hard in this snow.]

[lazyinlove]

Normal goats are enough.

[It jumped right over him, dude. Like it had springs attached. No big deal.]

[strategic_guile]

Just think. It'll give birth to two more spring loaded babies to run around you.

[He laughs softly but it is stopped suddenly as there is a jingle.]

Alright. I'll try to get it this time. Don't drop this, alright?

[He hands the rifle over to Stanley, but don't worry. It's not loaded anyway.]

[lazyinlove]

[No big shock by now, but the first thing Stanley does with that rifle is drop it. He's not a fan of guns, dude.]

...Sorry.

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine flinches, though maybe it should be called a wince. It can take it no problem, the rifle, but that doesn't mean the blonde wants to test out it's resilience via clumsy teens. If he could carry it and know it wouldn't get in the way he would've kept it, but he can't.]

...use the strap to hold it. I swear it won't bite you. Now come on before that goat jingles away.

[And he's off, moving quickly and pretty silently in the snow to try and get in the perfect place to ambush it.]