[SEMI-OPEN] took a power trip

[chariotry]

WHO? Achilles, Ryuji, Siegfried, Chiron, Bucky, and perhaps others (there's an open prompt!)
WHAT? National Convention mission and the aftermath
WHEN? 1792 Paris
ANYTHING ELSE?

[OPEN] got me open all night

[ Guess who discovered that he can make a decent living playing music in the higher-class areas of Paris?

This is how he's going to get by: getting picked up by lonely, rich housewives whose husbands who have fled Paris on "business" and getting free reign of their estate while he's allowed to stay for a day or two.

Anyway, come sit around and listen to this fuckboy play the lyre. ]

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[lefthandfree]

[Of course, no one should normally expect to encounter a steed so freely wandering anywhere anywhen. Not that Bucky is particularly aware of this fact as he grew up in an era when horses were being replaced with automobiles, but being stuck here for a while has had its perks of him acclimating to logical conclusions relative to the era. Like how a well kept horse probably has shouldn’t be ambling about on their own accord because that’s how horses tend to get stolen, and horses are pretty expensive and beneficial to have when bartering for armed goods or as a personal steed.

Not that Bucky wants either of those. At this point, he’s more concerned for whoever’s lost their horse because that investment sure is walking its way quite calmly down the road right now. Good thing Bucky’s honest enough to want to return it.

Conveniently, he has some carrots in his satchel, something he’d been looking forward to eating later himself, but carrots are pretty great for bribing horses, or so he’s been taught to think. As luck would have it, approaching calmly and holding a couple out in his right hand seems to catch the horse’s attention well enough, and it pauses to acknowledge his waving food about. Delicious, mostly fresh, sweet, nourishing food. He approaches calmly, palm up in a gesture of honest intent, insomuch as the horse (female, apparently) might understand anyway.]

Hey there, girl. You looking for something? [Yeah, Barnes. Just use English. It’s fine. This is fine. It probably only understands French.

He switches.] «Would you like some carrots? I have a few. I don't mind sharing»

I should make a NPC journal for the horse

[chariotry]

[ The only motivation this horse has in life is food. And sometimes being pampered and spoiled by her rider.

But mostly food. She's a big girl, after all, and you can't sustain muscles like these on a small diet. It's been a while since her lunch earlier that afternoon, so after Bucky gains her attention by calling out to her, she'll make a beeline trot right for him. She's zoning in on that carrot, though...

All her instincts tell her to be wary of this stranger. He may not be a snake or an ostrich, but he's still Not Her Rider, and thus is a potential threat.

So keeping her distance, she'll stretch her neck out and reeeeach for the carrot without having to get any closer.

She barely manages to snap it up between her teeth, but the moment it's in her mouth, it's gone. She lingers after she swallows, snorting and letting warm air rush out of her nostrils. To show her gratitude, she begins smacking her lips, making chewing motions with her jaw.

Give her more!! You can lead her away from the street this way, Buck. ]