[Ronan was trying very, very hard not to accidentally squish any frogs while also keeping them as contained as possible. He might have been fighting a losing battle, but that wasn't really enough to deter him.
Currently, he was using a large mixing bowl with a lid to try and gather up as many frogs as he could, scooping them up out of the ovens and diving for them when they hopped towards the transgates. If they'd been more contained and not literally all over the place and in danger, he might have considered dumping the whole bowl of them into the transgate just to hear people scream. But also, he cared more about the frogs' well-being than that.
There were frogs on his shoulders. One was scaling his pant leg. Another, when he reached for it, evaded him and hopped at him to smack him directly in the face. Wordlessly, he recoiled, trying to catch the frog even as it tumbled down from his face. Help him.]
ii. Repo Train - Team One
[He hated the idea of animals being used in experiments. He hated the idea of any kind of creature being locked up for years even more. It made him want to punch something (or someone). Instead, he took a breath to try and even his nerves and approached one of the large containment crates.
Inside was an animal that looked like some kind of sheepdog. Literally, a dog crossed with a sheep. It had thick, dense wool coupled with the face of a dog and dog legs sticking out of the previously mentioned wool.]
You're okay.
[He said gently, crouching down in front of the crate as he wrestled it open. It was a far gentler tone than he ever used on people and there was a reason for that; he didn't think anyone was close enough to hear him.
He held out a hand to the quivering animal, waiting patiently until it crept forward to sniff at his fingers. Only then did he offer it a few pets before reaching into the crate to haul the animal into his arms. Its wool was horribly overgrown and matted, and the creature struggled for a moment or two before seeming to realize he wasn't going to hurt it.
Looking over, Ronan realized there was someone near by and said-]
What do you think's going to happen to-
[He didn't finish, glancing down at the weird animal in his arms, instead.]
iii. Raven Adventures
[Ronan was seated in one of the common carriages, feet kicked up onto the seat next to him while he browsed one of the books from the library. On the floor in the middle of the aisle was Chainsaw, his raven.
Breaking the relative silence was the sound of paper shredding and tearing. No, it wasn't Ronan's book, it was the welcome pamphlet that Chainsaw had gotten her beak on and was happily ripping apart. For the most part, Ronan didn't pay any attention to her, but if someone approached, Chainsaw looked up, cocking her head to the side, and said-]
Krek?
iv. Wildcard
[ooc: got another idea? Toss it my way! I'll also do prose.]
Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle | OTA
[Ronan was trying very, very hard not to accidentally squish any frogs while also keeping them as contained as possible. He might have been fighting a losing battle, but that wasn't really enough to deter him.
Currently, he was using a large mixing bowl with a lid to try and gather up as many frogs as he could, scooping them up out of the ovens and diving for them when they hopped towards the transgates. If they'd been more contained and not literally all over the place and in danger, he might have considered dumping the whole bowl of them into the transgate just to hear people scream. But also, he cared more about the frogs' well-being than that.
There were frogs on his shoulders. One was scaling his pant leg. Another, when he reached for it, evaded him and hopped at him to smack him directly in the face. Wordlessly, he recoiled, trying to catch the frog even as it tumbled down from his face. Help him.]
ii. Repo Train - Team One
[He hated the idea of animals being used in experiments. He hated the idea of any kind of creature being locked up for years even more. It made him want to punch something (or someone). Instead, he took a breath to try and even his nerves and approached one of the large containment crates.
Inside was an animal that looked like some kind of sheepdog. Literally, a dog crossed with a sheep. It had thick, dense wool coupled with the face of a dog and dog legs sticking out of the previously mentioned wool.]
You're okay.
[He said gently, crouching down in front of the crate as he wrestled it open. It was a far gentler tone than he ever used on people and there was a reason for that; he didn't think anyone was close enough to hear him.
He held out a hand to the quivering animal, waiting patiently until it crept forward to sniff at his fingers. Only then did he offer it a few pets before reaching into the crate to haul the animal into his arms. Its wool was horribly overgrown and matted, and the creature struggled for a moment or two before seeming to realize he wasn't going to hurt it.
Looking over, Ronan realized there was someone near by and said-]
What do you think's going to happen to-
[He didn't finish, glancing down at the weird animal in his arms, instead.]
iii. Raven Adventures
[Ronan was seated in one of the common carriages, feet kicked up onto the seat next to him while he browsed one of the books from the library. On the floor in the middle of the aisle was Chainsaw, his raven.
Breaking the relative silence was the sound of paper shredding and tearing. No, it wasn't Ronan's book, it was the welcome pamphlet that Chainsaw had gotten her beak on and was happily ripping apart. For the most part, Ronan didn't pay any attention to her, but if someone approached, Chainsaw looked up, cocking her head to the side, and said-]
Krek?
iv. Wildcard
[ooc: got another idea? Toss it my way! I'll also do prose.]