Who made this?

[emet_sulk]

Type: Text
Sender ID: emet_sulk (Emet-Selch)
To: Public
Subject: Who made this?
Warnings: Cursed horse

[ It's just a photograph taken of one of this month's bounty targets and presented with nothing more than a simple, terse message: ]



Who made this?

Comments

[beshackled]

I would be happy to help you. I would like to know more about its origins rather than remove it from existence. I know that's contrary to the posted notice, but... so long as it is not harming others, why not let it live? Mayhap we can help it!

Oh. I'm picking up a few carrots and leafy greens on the way. Would you like something as well?

[emet_sulk]

Just as long as you aren't suddenly overcome with a desire to end the world to test mankind's resilience or some nonsense.

Pick up some fruit whilst you're there. I believe horses eat apples too.

Video

[beshackled]

[...Yeah he's going to switch to video for this because that deserves a look.]

Master Emet-Selch, I did not struggle through decades of emotional distress holding on to the desire to help others just to turn around and condemn them all.

And if Hermes -- or Venat, or my father -- arrive here, I expect to be informed because I have words for all of them.

[And if he has to chain each and every one of them down including his father than so be it. He'll find a way to have his say.]

...I'll get the apples. They'll need to be cored to remove the seeds and I don't want to show up with a weapon, but I believe they have invented a small mechanical device that shall suffice.

[emet_sulk]

[ Like father, like son, he thinks ruefully. ]

...Yes, the apple corer. A wonderful thing. I will wait here.

[ He shares a rough location and then sits down with his back to a tree trunk to wait. ]

-->annd he's here! Action!

[beshackled]

[Like father like son. Though somewhat delayed in manifesting, Erichthonios has inherited every onze of his father's passion... and his temper. When he goes off, he goes off.

Fortunately, he calms down just as quickly. Thus, when he arrives but a few minutes later, he is not only calm--he is even a little cheerful.

Stepping out from the darkness of a teleportation magick with a substantial paper bag of groceries, Erichthonios smiles.]

Emet-Selch! I have them! The apples, too. The varieties were unfamiliar to me, so I brought a few kinds just in case.

[emet_sulk]

[ He raises a hand to return the greeting. He had been sitting idle, monitoring the horse-thing from a safe distance. ]

So... How do you propose to go about this? I don't think the beast will suffer anyone to approach it carelessly.

[beshackled]

[Hand poised before his chin, he considers the question.]

...Levitate the items into its proximity? This way, we need not approach directly.

[emet_sulk]

Hmm, I worry it may attack something behaving in an unusual way, but we may as well try it.

[ He flicks a finger and one of the apples floats up. Then gently bobs its way over to the horse with another flick. The creature looks up and watches the apple approach warily...

The hand-horn slaps it out of the air on to the ground. The horse circles it like a predator studying its prey...before finally deigning to take a chomp. ]