Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 23:47:47 GMT -5
So.
So. This was a thing that happened, okay.
It was not his proudest moment in life.
Not even close.
In fact, it rated very, very very very low on his list of 'cool things I have accomplished with my life.' Like, possibly, even below the incident-which-he-does-not-speak-of and the day of the naked fleeing of cattle. And those were really bad days.
See. Milo was currently rather... in a bind. Haha. No. Literally. In a bind. Please don't ask how it happened, but see, he'd been attempting to get up and around to a vantage point to better look out over the harbor cave, and there'd been a handy set of rock handholds and stuff, easy business, really, just a little bit of a climb but obviously nothing worse than he'd ever dealt with before, right? And then it had gotten a little ore tricky, but not bad, really, not bad at all. Just some makeshift handholds he'd found in some leftover ship rigging that had been discarded (yes, actually discarded, he was, as it would be apparent, an idiot, but he knew better than to mess with a sailor's ropes, duh.) Except, of course, it was clear he didn't know when to leave well enough alone with old ropes that had been already worn and damaged by wind and water, which, surprise surprise, did not appear to hold a grown man's weight when tested.
In retrospect, he should have seen that coming.
However, as it was, Milo was ruminating on the clarity of hindsight. And the dizziness of being suspended upside down from a mess of netting and rigging that had collapsed about halfway through his efforts in using it as a climbing assist. Yeah.
Not his greatest accomplishment.
"Hood, be a dear and find me some help please?" He hissed, after his initial ten or so minutes of fighting madly to free himself had failed miserably. He was too tangled in the ropes to get free just by fighting, but too loose to be able to pull himself back into a position to get untangled at all, and the ropes were, apparently, still strong enough to dangle him tauntingly about nine or so feet off the ground in such a way that he was almost completely incapable of escaping. Upside down. With much cosmic giggling, he imagined. Really. A LOT of great cosmic snickering on his behalf. The poor candidate hadn't actually ever felt quite as humiliated as he did now. Well. Maybe he would. Because he rather thought he might pass out soon, without help. "Hood! You useless idiot! Seriously?! Go find someone and bring them back!"
Well. For once shouting at a flit seemed to have an effect, as the brown let go from where he was clinging to Milosha's shirt, cheeped sternly, and whizzed off back down toward the more populated areas of the Weyr, squeaking urgently and tugging at every random person he passed by.
Milosha merely stayed put (like he had much of a choice) and tried to make this seem like it was totally intentional on the off chance someone passed by before Hood brought help.
So. This was a thing that happened, okay.
It was not his proudest moment in life.
Not even close.
In fact, it rated very, very very very low on his list of 'cool things I have accomplished with my life.' Like, possibly, even below the incident-which-he-does-not-speak-of and the day of the naked fleeing of cattle. And those were really bad days.
See. Milo was currently rather... in a bind. Haha. No. Literally. In a bind. Please don't ask how it happened, but see, he'd been attempting to get up and around to a vantage point to better look out over the harbor cave, and there'd been a handy set of rock handholds and stuff, easy business, really, just a little bit of a climb but obviously nothing worse than he'd ever dealt with before, right? And then it had gotten a little ore tricky, but not bad, really, not bad at all. Just some makeshift handholds he'd found in some leftover ship rigging that had been discarded (yes, actually discarded, he was, as it would be apparent, an idiot, but he knew better than to mess with a sailor's ropes, duh.) Except, of course, it was clear he didn't know when to leave well enough alone with old ropes that had been already worn and damaged by wind and water, which, surprise surprise, did not appear to hold a grown man's weight when tested.
In retrospect, he should have seen that coming.
However, as it was, Milo was ruminating on the clarity of hindsight. And the dizziness of being suspended upside down from a mess of netting and rigging that had collapsed about halfway through his efforts in using it as a climbing assist. Yeah.
Not his greatest accomplishment.
"Hood, be a dear and find me some help please?" He hissed, after his initial ten or so minutes of fighting madly to free himself had failed miserably. He was too tangled in the ropes to get free just by fighting, but too loose to be able to pull himself back into a position to get untangled at all, and the ropes were, apparently, still strong enough to dangle him tauntingly about nine or so feet off the ground in such a way that he was almost completely incapable of escaping. Upside down. With much cosmic giggling, he imagined. Really. A LOT of great cosmic snickering on his behalf. The poor candidate hadn't actually ever felt quite as humiliated as he did now. Well. Maybe he would. Because he rather thought he might pass out soon, without help. "Hood! You useless idiot! Seriously?! Go find someone and bring them back!"
Well. For once shouting at a flit seemed to have an effect, as the brown let go from where he was clinging to Milosha's shirt, cheeped sternly, and whizzed off back down toward the more populated areas of the Weyr, squeaking urgently and tugging at every random person he passed by.
Milosha merely stayed put (like he had much of a choice) and tried to make this seem like it was totally intentional on the off chance someone passed by before Hood brought help.