[Closed] Candy Mountain, Charlie!

[frickingguardian]

Who| Grif and Rocket
What| Grif and Rocket attempt to catch a ride on a marizpan unicorn. Attempt.
Where| Candy Mountain Zone
When| Day 2
Warnings/Notes| Acts of violence and nomming towards a pure, precious candy unicorn

"This is the stupidest friggin'-" Rocket sighs heavily and shakes his head, pinning his ears back as he stares at their target. "Are you sure this is gonna work? because personally, I think this is one of those plans that're doomed to failure. And I've seen a lot of these, believe me."

Their target doesn't seem to have taken much notice of them yet. It crops up another mouthful of gummy grass, looking around without a care in the world.

"By the way, if it spears you? I will laugh."

Comments

[whyarewehere]

"It's not gonna spear me dude. I'm fast, remember?"

Grif sounds more confident than he actually is as he finishes twisting up a lasso out of twizzler vines. He's actually pretty tired and sore and probably shouldn't be relying on a superpower that takes a lot out of a guy.

Too late, though. The plan has been made.

"Look. Just help me reel it in."

That's definitely what you do after you lasso something. You reel it in. That's totally what it's called.

[frickingguardian]

"Yeah, yeah," Rocket says, still sounding doubtful. "Figures nothing here's an actual plant. Otherwise this'd be a lot easier." He takes up the end behind Grif, giving it an experimental tug .

It seems solid enough, at least.

The unicorn, meanwhile, finally seems to take notice of them, lifting up its head and giving a curious sniff in their direction. It's alert, but not running-yet.

[whyarewehere]

Grif gives it a broad swing in an effort to imitate what he's seen in the movies, then tosses the twizzler lasso. He's not good at it, he's never done anything like this before, but the marzipan unicorn has never been lassoed either.

It figures out the game just a split second too late, and the sticky rope catches on its horn then slides down its neck as the creature bolts.

"FUUUUUCK!" Grif yells as it promptly hauls him off his feet and face first through the grass.

[frickingguardian]

"Oh, sh-" Rocket's curse is cut off as he finds himself being yanked off his feet and being dragged along after Grif.

The unicorn, meanwhile, gallops as fast as it can, despite the weight being pulled along behind it. It whinnies angrily, kicking out now and then as it runs.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO REELING?!"

[whyarewehere]

"GET UP THERE AND MAKE IT SLOW DOWN!" Grif yells back. At least being dead weight doesn't require any tactical brilliance. It hurts, though. The unicorn bounds clear of the candy floss field and starts dragging them through the forest's confectionary undergrowth, Grif howling the whole way.

[frickingguardian]

"EASY FOR YOU TO SAY!" Rocket tries, though-hand over hand, dragging himself up the rope, ducking undergrowth, over Grif-that scrambling kick aimed at Grif's head might not be an accident-and farther up the rope, towards those kicking feet.

Not knowing what else to do, he snaps at a hock as it comes alarmingly close to his head.

Hobbling it via biting is a legitimate tactic, right?

[whyarewehere]

The marzipan unicorn kicks wildly and manages to get the rope tangled in some peanut brittle underbrush. It's not much, but it slows it down long enough for Grif to lay still and wheeze for a few seconds and for Rocket to get a better grip.

Grif's a little dazed. The unicorn's gumball eyes roll as it plunges, trying to get free.