[Action | Closed] Motorized mayhem

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Who: Trahearne and Tannusen
What: Tannusen invites Trahearne to meet Jethro, who is a motorcycle.
Where: Genessia, starting near the Everglade archway
Warnings: Shouldn't be


Trahearne looked up at the archway as he approached, tense from just being this close. With recent events about Everglade and it's unsavory leadership, he didn't even want to think about the place. Thankfully, he didn't need to go through the archway, he was just here to meet Tannusen. He spotted the fae and hurried towards him.

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[black_black_heart]

The fact that this was how Tannusen experienced everything at all times was... well. It was no wonder Fae from his world were known to be varying degrees of mad, was it? He didn't need his tragic backstory to be unhinged, though it certainly didn't help matters.

"Mm-hm," Tannusen repeated, amused.

Jethro stared back, and blinked slowly before stepping closer and... attempting to steal Trahearne's coffee cup. If successful, the legendary chimera would grab the lip of the cup between very sharp, pointy teeth and tug it away.

[treesus]

The kirin was successful! Trahearne was too stunned by the beauty of the creature to stop Jethro from stealing his coffee. It even freed up his hand, so he reached out, nearly touching Jethro before he remembered himself and withdrew his hand.

"Amazing," he said, awed. "How?"

How is he like that? How did you get such a mount? Just, how?

[black_black_heart]

Jethro was distracted enough with his prize to not even notice the reaching hand. The kirin tipped his head up and back until he could chug the disposable cup's remaining contents. Somehow, even that managed to look majestic.

"How? You'll have to be more specific," Tannusen chuckled, propping his chin up in one gloved hand as he watched Trahearne's reaction. It was always fun, seeing someone's first glimpse of the kirin.

[treesus]

Trahearne set his hands on the table, rubbing the back of one with the thumb of the other. His eyes were still fixed on the kirin. If he tried, he could look away, but he didn't want to yet. Jethro was both beautiful and fascinating, Trahearne knew what a kirin was, mostly from illustrations. That was nothing to what was before him now.

"How did he come to be your, uh, mount? Why is he like this? I have seen very little like him and nothing quite so enthralling to look at."

[black_black_heart]

Jethro finished with the cup and politely set it back onto the table. The rim was punctured... a lot. There were very long, very pointy teeth inside that pretty face. He stepped a little closer and sniffed delicately at Trahearne's headleaves.

"Well, he's a chimera," Tannusen lifted his head off his hand and took a sip of his tea, "they can transcend the usual levels of beauty, just like the sidhe can. As for how he came to be, he was made for me in the Dreaming. The motorcycle existed before he was made, but now it's his mortal form. An anchor, of a sorts. And a radiation suit against banality... just like the human body I was born into."

[treesus]

Trahearne didn't duck away from the sniffing. If Jethro meant him any harm, he'd know it for sure. His hands twitched. He really wanted to know if the kirin felt as unreal as it looked.

"The Dreaming, what a fitting name for anything that produces something like this." It was weird at first, accepting that he had more in common with a fae than any of the humans that lived here. The more he found out about Tannusen and his reality, the more it made sense.

"It looks like a creature for the Dream, though rarely can such beings step outside the Dream as I know it." And even then, the white stag wasn't nearly like this. "What do you mean, he was made for you?"

[black_black_heart]

Jethro bumped the side of his head with his nose. Come on, plant man. Just ask, already!

"He was built for me by a nocker village. Same village that did my teeth, in fact," Tannusen continued to watch their interaction with some amusement. "He's a one-of-a-kind, you don't find many chimera like Jethro even in the high courts of the sidhe, and no kirin that I know of. There's probably natural ones, of course, but they're in the Deep Dreaming if so."

[treesus]

Oh fine! Trahearne raised a hand but kept it a safe distance from the chimera's long neck.

"May I?" he asked Jethro. Not Tannusen, he was pretty sure the kirin could answer for itself.

"I'd say it's a pity that more can't see him as he truly is, yet I'd worry no one would be able to look away." It was a struggle for Trahearne. "How is such a thing 'built'? He is a construct?"

[black_black_heart]

The kirin chose to push his nose into said raised hand, instead of answering aloud.

"He's a forged chimera," Tannu explained while this was going on, "only nockers can make them. The sturdiest, strongest type of chimera. How it's done... I couldn't tell you, nockers don't share that information. They're another type of fae, like pooka. I know a lot of it in Jethro's case involved the dreams and glamour invested in the bike's original form."

[treesus]

Trahearne very carefully stroked the snout bumped into his hand. It didn't feel near as weird and overwhelming as it looked, which was a relief. It was enough that his eyes couldn't quite make sense of it.

"Fascinating. You must've done something of note for them to forge something so incredible for you. A creature like this exists on Tyria, but not near so stunning to look at." Someone would've mentioned if they were, right?

[black_black_heart]

Jethro was covered in fine, smooth scales, even his nose had delicate little pebble-like scales. But he was warm, and felt like a living, breathing creature.

"A year and a day of personally guarding the whole village," Tannusen rattled off the price he'd paid, "including killing a manticore terrorizing the region. Securing them a new steel supply, and coercing the local nobles into leaving the village alone as an independent territory. Also, every penny I could scrape up, a great deal of dross, and... a minor Oath sworn to the Mayor."

That last one was a bigger deal than all the rest combined.

"That and they'd already known me for years." A chimera like Jethro was really not something one acquired casually.

[treesus]

Jethro felt more like a living, breathing creature than Trahearne did, there wasn't much warmth to his hands except what remained from holding the coffee before the kirin snatched it. He didn't seem to mind cold, planty hands touching his face, so no harm done. Trahearne tried to pats Jethro's long, graceful neck.

"So he was a well earned prize? I'm quite impressed, for many reasons." He tried to figure out how he'd been sitting on the back of the bike when the real back of the kirin was much higher. That quickly threatened to give him a headache so he stopped.

[black_black_heart]

Tannusen could have explained it, since that was part of his everyday life. Being a Fae was... it was a thing. A unique experience among unique experiences, to be sure. Existing in two different worlds at the same exact time.

"Mm, more like a very expensive ally. He's as tough in a fight as I am in tiger form."

Not that Jethro was currently showing any hints of being dangerous, other than sheer size. And maybe those gleaming antlers. The kirin lowered his head so that Trahearne could reach more of his neck, his wispy dreamstuff mane not tangible enough to actually get in the way.

[treesus]

Getting to pet a huge, mind bending kirin was quite the experience, Trahearne was enjoying himself. He really, really wanted to know more but wasn't quite sure what questions to even ask. If he would even understand the answers.

"Ah, well as long as it's no problem with the cats, I welcome a new ally." An ally of Tannu was (hopefully) an ally of his. If anything, if Jethro kept Tannusen safer, that was good enough for him.

[black_black_heart]

The problem with the concept of keeping Tannu safer is he was perfectly capable of stomping the things that kicked his ass, already. At least, physically. More firepower wasn't going to do much for his problems.

But... it certainly wouldn't hurt his sanity any to have an old friend around.