infinitegrin: (Archeops what's wrong?)
Subway Master Emmet ([personal profile] infinitegrin) wrote2013-01-20 12:47 pm

2nd Station ➲ Action

[There's always a lot of activity going on in the midst of the village. People shuffling about and chatting as they go about their day, others still spending time with friends and family. Still, it's not always the most excited place, as most people training take to the forests or to the Battle Dome.

So when a grown man starts running through the streets with a bizarre, brightly feathered bird-like dinosaur creature, it's a bit stirring! The creature runs along with its legs, flapping its wings at times to try and glide to gain speed, staying just ahead of its master until Emmet takes the tennis ball in his hand and throws it as hard as he can in the air.

The bird races along the ground by foot, at incredible speeds, before taking off in flight. It swooped upwards catching the ball in its mouth before dropping back down and catching itself on the side of a building, gripping it until gliding back down on the ground and running back to Emmet to return the ball to him.

All in all, it's quite a silly looking game, as Archeops, despite running at incredibly startling speeds, looks like a chicken as it runs. And Emmet himself is running around, a big ol' smile on his face like always.]


Good girl! Let's do it again, alright? Once more down the line!

[Rinse, lather, repeat!]
infinitefrown: ▼△ <user name=lommy> (but what's a wombat)

[personal profile] infinitefrown 2013-01-22 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Beyond getting used to the different foods available [NORMAL...ANIMALS??], staying regulated hasn't been too difficult.

Ah... [muscles, though... He looks a little embarrassed at that.] Perhaps, but... I couldn't say. I don't believe I [or Emmet for that matter] look much different than before.

[he's still a wiry stick, after all. just a stronger wiry stick.]
infinitefrown: (no proper smiles ever)

[personal profile] infinitefrown 2013-01-22 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Fun.....? What is this fun.]

...Yes, I think we could do that. [Well, he could never say no to it, really. And why would he?] I suppose the only question is what exactly constitutes "fun things"...