http://bigbluekitty.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bigbluekitty.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-01-19 06:30 pm

The Beach (Galactica Point) - Saturday Morning

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.]

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
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.
Edited 2008-01-19 08:59 (UTC)

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
"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).

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Trenor? Not stupid. He put his head down and bucked, repeatedly, forcing Galahad to concentrate on not losing his seat instead of shooting the beast.

"Poking your eye out is the point of things!" he yelled, wrestling Gawain into a sweating, nervous tight-paced circle. "I am a Sarmatian Knight and I don't care if you are the size of a mountain, I will not allow you to run rampant across this island!"

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I can see you just fine, monster." He lined up another arrow, holding the horse in perfect control, but he hesitated.

Killing held no joy for him, and this was a place like none he'd ever seen. "Are you telling me you're not here to attack?"

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
It...made a seductive sort of sense.

Galahad lowered the bow, patting Gawain's sweat soaked neck as the horse danced sideways. "You could be biding your time," he pointed out, almost on the verge of dismissing all of this as a dream.

Maybe he had a fever? They could bring on strange visions. "If you are not here to fight, then what are you doing here?"

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
It decided him. The beast could be lying, but there hardly seemed any point when it could, loathe as he was to admit it, crush him if it chose to.

"A question I wish I could answer. I woke up in a strange stable, where I found this horse. My comrades are nowhere to be seen, and we seem to be stranded on this island," he said, letting his bow rest on his thigh, the string loosened.

Trenor flattened his ears and tried to slide sideways from under the crazy person riding him.

Galahad sat the motion easily. "You are the first...creature I've encountered."

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Galahad." He glanced down at Gawain, who was slowly starting to calm. "It was necessary to acquire a mount, and there was not a great deal of choice. A Sarmatian must have a horse."

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No." He signalled Gawain to back away from the-- from Rex.

Trenor was more than happy to back away. So happy, in fact, that he was demonstrating how well he could trot backwards.

"What are you looking at?" he asked suspiciously, automatically restringing his bow.

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
Galahad shook his head in confusion, slowing Gawain. "What are those things?"

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I won't shoot unless you attack." Gawain snorted. "Or you try and eat my horse. There must be rabbits in the woods, or deer," he said. "Though I don't know that there's deer enough in all of Britain to feed a creature your size. Can you fish?"

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Galahad was becoming more confused by the second, and he didn't like it. "Hamburger? What manner of animal is that?"

Trenor pawed the sand and tossed his head. He just wanted to get off the beach, away from the dinosaur and the person who wasn't his person, and back to his nice warm stable.

[identity profile] vkandis-son.livejournal.com 2008-01-19 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
And now he was offended, sitting up straighter and spinning Gawain in a tight circle. "Only a Saxon or a Woad would shoot someone in the back," he said tightly.

"If you doubt my word, I'll take my leave of you, so you needn't fear for your safety." His voice was dripping with contempt, and he gave Gawain his head, sending him flying down the beach away from Rex.

Edited 2008-01-19 10:56 (UTC)