Lessons through Cow racing (Mentor Thread Bunji/Bast)

[Bast]

Bast had one of those hangovers you get from a night well spent, the ones many know the one’s that leave a man craving bacon, or pancake mixes and not bothering to try it after… he sat there head aching and a desire for strange things, since Bast had no money for such things he headed for the fountain it was in the closest park that way…or was it that way? By the time he reached the park he had started to clear his head though how long he took for either tasks was just as unclear as the amount he consumed the previous night. He dunked his head into the cool fountain water and as you do started to drink as he realised how dehydrated he was…not a great idea but not his worse.



Wet, slightly choking coughs, he tried to remember last night… had he really started telling that red head about ninja’s following him, female ninja’s he had never met or had contact with following him… wow what strange ideas his drunk self had, he had seen shadows that had slight feminine curves to them a few times but never any reason to call it a ninja and the likely hood it had been following him was unlikely paranoia… Then he… then he…oh gods then he had got in to a row with the same red head about cowboy movies and the correct way to ride a bull. They had both decided that the only way was to show each other there method on the closest thing in this world they knew a Crag Cow… gulp well this was going to be an interesting lesson in humility, he had no clue how to ride a cow, what in the blazes did his mouth spew when he was drunk.



As much as Bast didn’t feel up to the task at this moment never mind know how he wasn’t the kind of man to quit a bet for such sensible reasons as those, no he was going to this roadeo and he would try to show this Red head he could at least put action to words even if it meant landing flat on his face. He would ride that cow and try to beat the guy even if he has to race on the bloody animal…yeah if they both hold on…then it will be time to race to show who has more control. Walking to the end of the city closest to the woods a part of him hoped the lad wasn’t as silly as Bast and didn’t come to this gate, or that Bast had got the wrong one who knows the drink could have lied to him…He waited hoping he didn’t have to show this guy how much he knew about riding a wild cow known to charge.



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[bunji]

I will hunt you down... With a deep breath he would lean back under a tree, feeling his body relax, and his tense muscles settle down. He was trying his best to shake off the lingering drowsiness that was still trying to cling to him from the night before, luckily he had not consumed too much alcohol so he wasn't suffering from a hangover he was just sleepy, he was already at the spot where he was supposed to meet the man that he had spoken to the night before. "What was his name again? Bass?....No...Bastal?...No doesn't sound right" Bunji would whisper to him a hand reaching up to scratch the side of his face as he pondered the mans name. He was standing on the side of the tree unaware that the man whose name he was trying to figure out was already on the opposite side of the tree, finally giving up on trying to remember the mans name Bunji would shake his head as he walked around the tree. When he did his eyes would settle upon the familiar bearded face of the man he had met inside of the bar just the night before, he eyed the man quietly blinking a few times as he eyed him "Hey there....maaaan" he would say trying to mask the fact that he did not know this mans name. Bunji cleared his throat crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed the man with a grin spreading across his features, "Ready to put your money where your mouth is...because after you stopped telling me about your ninja girl fetish. You started talking about riding cows out here like cowboys...sooo I say the best way to settle this is..." he paused as he turned pointing in the direction of where the beasts they would search for could be found. "A race! We will each choose one of those things, and race across the fields first one to reach the great burned tree at the top of the hill wins! Loser buys drinks tonight!" he declared raising a hand into the air. Turning towards the man he smirked "What do you say?" he asked waiting for his acceptance or rejection of the offer.
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...escaping is futile...

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[Bast]

Well another nights drinks with someone he was about to ride cows with… hell with someone who thought a good use of their morning…was it morning he could never tell in reality and he had clocks in most rooms, now he didn’t really mind either way, it was his time. “You’re On, Re…” What was this guy’s name it couldn’t be red head… Bu, bu… Bunnyboy No he had no clue, he was bad with names at the best of times after a good night’s drink he should be thankful he remembered this bet and where to meet. Hell he wasn’t even sure if he had told the other guy his name, he had started trying to stop himself as in drink he would be using in game name one second his real name the next and that could create enough confusion that he just let it be most the time. But he made a bet he usually used one of them when making bets, got to know a man who you’re making a deal with and bet is a deal.



So he needed a way to confirm the red heads name without looking a total ass, hmm would shaking his hand whilst saying “Aye or my ICN isn’t Bast. ” Part of him thought it might not work but he couldn’t really think of a better plan at moment, headache strumming still quietly in the back of hims mind. He tried it and hoped for the best.



Part of him recorded what happened the the other part made Ow-e Ow-e noises in the tune of a police siren but that’s minds they aren’t always the most sensible things in the world. He went ahead and opened his mouth again though with what reason parts of his mind were still working out after he said his peace.


“Ok so where do you know that we can find a nice spot for racing these animals and that is close to any of them, I think there was a mad fellow up that way that was wanting to build a ranch of these things but other than that I have never actually met one and from the way you acted to the name of the beasty might I assume you haven’t had the pleasure of an encounter either? So any good ideas on directions to their home or shall we head up to the rancher to hear where he thinks we could round us up a couple of cows hell, we could take him up on the job and race the cows to him. Could make it fun if we are racing and doing the job that got cowboys their names, if riding the wrong animal still similar to the job, Right? So is that a plan or have you got a better idea up your sleeve you would like to make known, Mister Samurai?”


It felt a long speech and repetitive at times running back through it with his brains but what was said was said and even the more cognitive awake parts of his brain had to agree it seemed to give up the information and question about the quest so he tried to let it slide and carry his brain forward to a cognitive fully functioning brain, so he could hammer away at it with a harsh painful ride of a charging beast… why did he want a fully functioning brain again some part of him might actually object to this train of thought even if it is for a bet. “A bet is a bet, So Yippee Ki Yay lets go wrangle up so cows for a race shall we?” Holding his arm out in the direction of the ranch he wondered how his drunk self had made him plans for such an awesome day, sure he would likely have to take cash out of the bank to pay for drinks but this was going to be a day to remember however it happens.



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[bunji]

I will hunt you down... He listened to Bast speak, ah Bast was his name! He knew he was close, well no he wasn't entirely close but he had a general idea of this guys name but in the end well things where looking up! Standing there Bunji would listen to the other stuff that this guy had to say, when he mentioned a rancher wanting to gather some cattle which would be made up of these cows well Bunji was more than hyped to get this going; it made the job all the more interesting but sure as hell not easier. Either way Bunji knew that he had made a wager, and Bast had agreed so it was time for them to make a move on to settle the score, and find out who was going to be the one emptying their wallet tonight of some hard earned coin. "Sounds good, lead the way to this fellow you mentioned, and we offer him to round up the Cows...then we go ahead, and find the best pair race them to his ranch" he said to the player hoping he had fully understood his idea, with that Bunji would wait for Bast to lead the way to wherever it was the duo had to go in order to find this mysterious rancher that wanted to get together the cattle. He had never run into these cow things, in fact he wasn't entirely sure what their name was all he knew was that they were cows but that's it he knew nothing else of them; for all he knew these things could be highly dangerous, and they wouldn't even get the chance to ride them. With the possibility of this race turning into a fight to the death Bunji would quietly walk along with the man following him as he led the way, the red eyed samurai would smirk staring at the male that walked ahead of him as they made their way down a beaten path that was set here for travelers to safely make their way through the wilds outside Londium. "Also...the names not Mister Samurai...its Bunji" he said to the man clearing up that matter it seemed both sides didn't remember the others names. Bunji could not help but feel less bad for not remembering this guys name earlier, instead the two walked along Bunji waiting for Bast to point out this so called ranch to be.
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...escaping is futile...

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[Bast]

Part of him wanted to slap himself he had come up with that handshake idea to get the lads name and then spoiled it and called him Mr Samurai anyway…but the lad hadn’t taken it too badly so he was fine not accosting himself too much with the slip up. He lead the way to the place he head written down when he had first thought of doing the quest…the place still gave him the shivers looking at this beet down shed that even with it’s metal platings and attempt at metal fencing the place didn’t look most wholesome ranch. But it wouldn’t be the creature they kept here on the occasion were Strong wary beasts with a skill in charging as far as his research told him when he had first looked into the things. They were known for their great stamina and the size of them, they were the best breeding animals for any ranch, so would if the guy could tame them probably be sold to somewhere else for the breeding with domestic cows to make the litter stronger better stock. At least that is what he believed, the fool could actually want to try complete taming and farm establishment for all he knew but he doubted that would work or would fit into why he had heard some others had done it and yet he still saw new posters about it on the boards.



Looking at the red head he smiled he might not like the name Mr Samurai but in the end he looks strong and that will make him useful if this riding lesson becomes too difficult thanks to the creatures strength. Entering the “ranch” main shed Bast called out “You still looking for crag cows?” A lass came out covered in muck and a slight fire in her eyes she looked us both up and down and her faced seemed to make that expression some women made of “That don’t impress me much” got Bast humming the tune as he noticed her slight quivers of the mouth looking up his companion well that’s what Bast gets for wearing Lander made armour, not adjusting his size and daring to be lower level hehe. “Yeah I’m still looking and from the ways you’re asking this in a couple unless you’re parties outside, and I don’t hear no mooing or clacking, I guess you haven’t got any for me; Yet…I’ll take your expressions as a yes, pity. Ok boys ,Yes I’m looking for crag Cows, if you can get me a bull and a cow or a heifer hell a heiferette would be impressive if you can prove it and so few can of any species without breaking the hymen. Then you’re my saviour if you can’t find such a pair of male and female, I’ll still take what you can get me but don’t expect anything more than the pay on the poster you got me, this is a business. If you need directions to good spots take a glance at the map on the desk. Their marked in big red squiggly circles so any jolt can understand, but if you don’t mind I’ve got work to do so shove off as quick as you can boys and get me my cows.”



And with that said the pairs quest had truly begun.



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