Grat Herding

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

[With all these people disappearing and then reappearing, one of the native girls is getting really quite confused... but, y'know, at least she's stayed in one place! Applejack should feel grateful, but it's putting a right old delay on classes starting up again. This hard worker can't stand so much free time!

Honestly. She'd try to put up a stall somewhere and try and drum up some business, but either the delivery's been held up or Time Compression sent her apples into the future.

So, right now? She's training in the training centre. Or, more specifically, she's giving her dog Winona a work out.]

All right, you bring 'em all back here now!

[So yeah. She's herding grats.]

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[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

[He looks to the grat, then to the pooch, then blankly holds out the battered grat like a dog treat for the puppy.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

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Now how's she supposed to round it up if it's all beaten up like that? I don't think it can move!

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Hey, I DID get to it first.

[He casually pitches the grat into the bushes.] Fetch, girl!

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

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Do you mind not distracting Winona when she's working? She ain't just a pet - she's my partner! A working dog.

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[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Oh, a partner-in-battle sorta thing, huh? Well, that's one good pooch ta do that for ya!

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

You got it! She's great, couldn't've asked for a better partner.

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[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

She IS a good dog.

I got a question though.

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

Yeah? What sort of question?

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

What's she do when one'a them shows up?

[Jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the T-Rexaur head that smashes its way through the foliage with a snarl and a roar.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

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What do we do? I sure hate to say it, but when it comes to T-Rexaurs? We run! Winona! Back here, girl!

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[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

I dunno, I think that plan needs work.

[Jecht, of course, doesn't seem to bothered by the creature. Possibly because it's chasing after Winona.]

[But as it starts to pass the bronze man-god, Jecht reaches up to grab one of its stubby forearms.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

I know some of you off world folk don't need any kind of help when it comes to them, but you all got fancy powers that just ain't natural! I don't have any of that.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

What're you talkin' about?

[Possibly she's talking about Jecht yanking hard on the arm, then grabbing its throat and slamming its head into the ground hard enough to make its eyes cross.]

This ain't some fancy power. This is pure Great Jecht! You get yourself good an' trained-up here in school and you'll be laughin' at these things too!