fandomtownies | The Park; Thursday Afternoon [ 06/25 ].

Sometimes, it was just best not to tell Minsc about certain things, because they got Minsc to thinking, about adventuring and the like, and, while he was very good at adventuring and the like, he wasn't too particularly good at thinking. He decided to take a stroll with Boo on his shoulder, trying to reason with himself that he should just leave other worlds' business to other worlds, but he was a noble fellow. Trouble, no matter where it happened, trouble him.

He seemed to be trying to think of solutions.

"I really don't think," he was telling Boo, "that it would be that hard for just six people to...sorry, Boo, six people and one miniature giant space hamster...to take down a whole Emperor, if you did it right. We took down Sarevok, didn't we? He was pretty evil. We'd need a thief," he said, "we couldn't have done anything without Lady Imoen, I don't think, sneaky sneaky! She's a lot better at that than me! I'm the brute force! And intelligence, of course, got to have intelligence, that's the Spawn of Bhaal right there, and magic, need magics, a cleric like Branwen, and a mage like Dynahe--"

Minsc stopped. He stopped for a very, very long time.

Then he shook his head.

"Maybe if we build a giant wooden badger..."

[[ Minsc is to run into a certain blonde who knows who she is; their thread is locked to them, please! But open for all your park needs, and all your Minsc needs, too, if you're not minding some SP, especially later! ]]

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~~A certain blonde~~ Rachel was not at all please with how this was going, and she was pretty sure her long trip here had spoiled her. It was warm out today, but there was no chance it was nearly as hot as hell (which is to say Africa, of course). It must have been the luggage. Although Rachel was tall, she was thin, a bane of her existence because real men (and jerk men, too, which meant all kinds of men) liked curves, so the several cases of luggage looped around her and being carried and dragged was quite the burden. She was going to curse that taxi driver unto eternity for not helping her, for not even speaking English, and she'd tried Afrikaans and france-say, too, but nothing, leaving a poor young girl at the causeway with all of her luggage. And she was regretting turning down the rickshaw on the terms that it would probably make her sick and hurl all over the place; with the sun and the heat and her delicate skin, she was already feeling like she was going to hurl. Wasn't this island small? How could it possibly take this long to get to the building?

And to think she packed light. Ha! Maybe next time she should just stuff everything in her clothing like that first time she was forced into a decent into living in hell...

Minsc stopped again. The ramblings of his stir-crazy adventurous mind screeched to a halt the moment he saw the young lady heading across the park. Because what was the point of trying to plan an adventure you were unlikely to follow-through when there was an adventure right in front of you? An adventure of the noblest sort, too! A damsel in distress! Surely, he and Boo could be of some help! He lifted a hand to bellow out a cry, and then waved.

"Hullo! Are thou wanting of some assistance, my lady?"

"Oh, Lord, thank goodness, finally a gentle--"

And it was at precisely that moment, cutting off the word, that Rachel looked up toward the voice, blowing a loose strand of white blonde hair out of her eyes, and saw the source of it. All giant muscly mass of him, the dented armor, the scarred face (and here she thought nothing would shock her after Anatole's face), purple tattoo, and she was pretty sure there was a sword involved there and a hamster on his shoulder.

"--man oh man."

"That's a lot of luggage for a little lady!" Minsc said, and, because sometimes he had to foresight to cover himself in case she was a sorceress, added quickly, "if you don't mind me saying so! Allow Minsc and Boo to offer a hand!"

It was a lot of luggage and Rachel was little outside of the regards of her height which is exactly why she was telling herself to just hold her horses and think about this before just immediately relishing over her possessions. The guy was huge. He wore some kind of armor and looked like he got into one heck of a face-to-face argument with a knife set. Oh, and she was pretty sure that hamster was starting to nibble his ear. She was alone in a new place; she didn't need a survival guide to know better than to accept help from big meathead strangers in a park, thank you very much.

"That's...very nice of you, but I'm fine, trust me. It only looks like a lot. They're light as feathers!"

She wished! That would make it a lot easier to pick up her pace, here.

He had a hamster, for crying out loud!

"You...sure?" asked Minsc, unable to fight the disappointment of a good deed gone missed. "It wouldn't be any trouble at all. Boo and I were just talking, anyway, not busy or anything!"

Come on, feet. You can make it out through a panicked crowd escaping from flesh-eating, ravatious fire ants, you can make it across a park to a building no problemo. "Oh, no need to interrupt the conversation on account of me!" Rachel assured him. "I'm sure it was very important."

"...Not really," Minsc admitted with a shrug. The hamster managed to stay in place. "Just, you know, trying to sort out staging a coupe against an evil Emperor."

Minsc thought about stuff like that at least five times in an hour.

And them promptly forgot.

Oh, that was all. "If I haven't collapsed under the weight of my own possessions yet," Rachel assured him, making good time across the grass, "I'm sure I can make it just right across the street. You and your....rodent can go back to plotting world domination."

"No, no," Minsc corrected. "It's the Emperor that's probably world dominating, not me. I just want to do some buttkicking. For goodness."

"...Right. Sure. Have fun with that; don't let little old me keep you..."

The Park; Thursday Afternoon [ 06/25 ].

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