[So, technically, O'hirn was supposed to be the pirate here. They gave him a fake parrot (helpfully glued to his left shoulder- or, well, the upper part of his left arm at least, as they didn't have a proper ladder to let them reach his actual shoulder- and a neat little tricorn hat helpfully tied to the horn on his head. The works. Ordinarily, this job would be right up his alley even! Smash into a place, demand the valuables, run off with the loot. And he'd done that pretty well so far today.
Unfortunately, he wasn't really paying attention to the whole speech, so now he was seated comfortably inside a tavern- ill gotten gains spread all over the table and floor around him- playing cards with some of the locals. Because unfortunately, he had no idea where exactly he was supposed to go once he'd been all loot-ed up.]
Uh...you got any threes?
[There were a few locals trying their best to keep the spirit of the drill alive though, and at the moment they seemed to be operating in shifts of three, all trying to shove him out of his chair. Unfortunately, he's sort of a nine foot tall giant who weighs several tons, so it's going about as well as you'd think. At least he's not harming anyone? Well, at least not until somebody throws their back out. But that'd only barely be his fault. But whoever crafted those chairs he's using probably deserves a raise.]
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[He didn't sign up to run around catching flowers. He really didn't. Unfortunately for him, the flowers didn't care. Which is probably why he's just...standing there, completely still, just covered in the things. He's big and he's not very quick and, frankly, he's got a hard time grabbing hold of anything scampering all over him. Probably explains why there's an entire flower bed's worth of very lively floral arrangements using him to keep away from anyone trying to catch them.
Ladders have been deployed, but the petal-covered pains-in-the-neck always run just out of reach anytime someone climbs up and reaches for them. The more dastardly ones even slap 'em around a bit, just to make the poor sap on them lose their balance and topple over.]
This is so humiliatin' ... hurry it up, will ya?
[He's got a living flower crown and matching accessories goin' on over here, somebody help. He gave up trying to grab them himself a while ago, now the best he can do is just stand there making annoyed grunts and groaning noises. Also on the list of not helping things: that tiny little rain cloud that's appeared overhead. His head. And only his head.
Somebody's feelin' a little down in the dumps about being a flower jungle-gym. Also embarrassed, and honestly that might have something to do with just how easily those poor sods trying to help keep losing their balance and toppling over. It's a vicious cycle, really.]
Rhino | Spectacular Spider-Man
[So, technically, O'hirn was supposed to be the pirate here. They gave him a fake parrot (helpfully glued to his left shoulder- or, well, the upper part of his left arm at least, as they didn't have a proper ladder to let them reach his actual shoulder- and a neat little tricorn hat helpfully tied to the horn on his head. The works. Ordinarily, this job would be right up his alley even! Smash into a place, demand the valuables, run off with the loot. And he'd done that pretty well so far today.
Unfortunately, he wasn't really paying attention to the whole speech, so now he was seated comfortably inside a tavern- ill gotten gains spread all over the table and floor around him- playing cards with some of the locals. Because unfortunately, he had no idea where exactly he was supposed to go once he'd been all loot-ed up.]
Uh...you got any threes?
[There were a few locals trying their best to keep the spirit of the drill alive though, and at the moment they seemed to be operating in shifts of three, all trying to shove him out of his chair. Unfortunately, he's sort of a nine foot tall giant who weighs several tons, so it's going about as well as you'd think. At least he's not harming anyone? Well, at least not until somebody throws their back out. But that'd only barely be his fault. But whoever crafted those chairs he's using probably deserves a raise.]
E-3
[He didn't sign up to run around catching flowers. He really didn't. Unfortunately for him, the flowers didn't care. Which is probably why he's just...standing there, completely still, just covered in the things. He's big and he's not very quick and, frankly, he's got a hard time grabbing hold of anything scampering all over him. Probably explains why there's an entire flower bed's worth of very lively floral arrangements using him to keep away from anyone trying to catch them.
Ladders have been deployed, but the petal-covered pains-in-the-neck always run just out of reach anytime someone climbs up and reaches for them. The more dastardly ones even slap 'em around a bit, just to make the poor sap on them lose their balance and topple over.]
This is so humiliatin' ... hurry it up, will ya?
[He's got a living flower crown and matching accessories goin' on over here, somebody help. He gave up trying to grab them himself a while ago, now the best he can do is just stand there making annoyed grunts and groaning noises. Also on the list of not helping things: that tiny little rain cloud that's appeared overhead. His head. And only his head.
Somebody's feelin' a little down in the dumps about being a flower jungle-gym. Also embarrassed, and honestly that might have something to do with just how easily those poor sods trying to help keep losing their balance and toppling over. It's a vicious cycle, really.]