[is that a mirage or is a brawny clydesdale centaur about eight feet tall trotting up to you]
Hey! Bro. What're you doing out here? C'mon back to town, I think it's... this way? Maybe? Uh, have an iced tea, you look real thirsty.
[where did that come from! but. hey. it's a paper latte cup full of cold tea, you might need that right about now.]
bull [When Vic follows the bull's call, quite susceptible to that kind of coercion, and climbs on top of it, it looks... hm. He comes up from the back and covers it and locks his legs around the hide-covered body, leaning down to grab the horns with his hands, and clarity reappears just before it starts moving.]
Uh, sure hope this doesn't look inapp-whOAH!
[How does the mechanism cope with at least a ton of horseflesh weighing it down? It might be slower, the spins and bucking more ponderous, and there may be a bit of high whining strain as it moves. But it does move! Vic grins ear to ear for about two minutes, before his grip loosens and the bull twitches out from between his forelegs, more of a stumbling dismount than a throw.
After that he lingers, trying not to wince drinking his cocktail. His legs are a bit sore from the frankly unfamiliar use, he's not getting on again - but he will try and catch other riders in when they're thrown!]
VIC
[is that a mirage or is a brawny clydesdale centaur about eight feet tall trotting up to you]
Hey! Bro. What're you doing out here? C'mon back to town, I think it's... this way? Maybe? Uh, have an iced tea, you look real thirsty.
[where did that come from! but. hey. it's a paper latte cup full of cold tea, you might need that right about now.]
bull
[When Vic follows the bull's call, quite susceptible to that kind of coercion, and climbs on top of it, it looks... hm. He comes up from the back and covers it and locks his legs around the hide-covered body, leaning down to grab the horns with his hands, and clarity reappears just before it starts moving.]
Uh, sure hope this doesn't look inapp-whOAH!
[How does the mechanism cope with at least a ton of horseflesh weighing it down? It might be slower, the spins and bucking more ponderous, and there may be a bit of high whining strain as it moves. But it does move! Vic grins ear to ear for about two minutes, before his grip loosens and the bull twitches out from between his forelegs, more of a stumbling dismount than a throw.
After that he lingers, trying not to wince drinking his cocktail. His legs are a bit sore from the frankly unfamiliar use, he's not getting on again - but he will try and catch other riders in when they're thrown!]
Sick air time, bro!