thisavrou_log | OPEN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR

Who: Allura and whoever. Or not-Allura and whoever, it's open!
When: Backdated to while all the escape shenanigans is ongoing.
Where: In the prison. And it can continue as we're all leaving if you like?
What: A break from serious business and battle. Let's train some dinosaurs and ride them around for the heck of it.
Warnings: "Don't try this at home"?

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"That's the plan, then? We point them at the enemy, and let them charge?"

She wasn't speaking to you directly, but she wasn't simply talking to herself, either. Allura decided to share her thoughts with whoever's nearby.

This area was built for observation, overseeing the dinosaurs in one of their holding pens. And unlike many rooms around here, it still fills that purpose fairly well, since all it needed was a window and a vantage point. If one looks down, just as Allura is doing, they'll see the shapes of oversized lizards stomping through the foliage.

"Surely, they can't be that difficult to train as a proper mount. They actually seem very intelligent, don't they?" She starts heading towards the door, one that leads out onto a balcony. "They might be food motivated, but -- well, so are the mice. And so is Hunk. They're all quite capable when it comes to how they get those meals."

Speaking of meals. As she approaches the edge of the balcony, some dinosaurs that look ready to tear her to shreds are gathering around below. She looks completely immune to the impending danger, as if raptors are as common and harmless as pigeons. They are not. Don't follow her example, kids.

"It's just a matter of teaching them to recognize the proper signals. And earning their trust, of course!"

She's going to start heading down there. Do you follow her? Do you try to stop her?

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Well, some way or another, it worked. Allura has been accepted by the raptors, and has taken the prettiest one for her own to ride. (It's the bluest one. Blue is a very pretty color for a dinosaur.)

However, she seems to be getting caught up in the fun of riding a dinosaur, because how often does she actually get to do this? ... actually, it really shouldn't be that thrilling. Her experience with space vehicles are all much higher velocity than this one creature. But maybe it's the fact that this is a living creature, much like how riding a horse is completely different from driving a car. Or maybe it's that, with no helmet of any kind, her hair is fluttering and bouncing behind her in the wind. Or maybe it's that...

"Come on, try to keep up! You'll never beat us with that sluggish pace!"

... she can race you, and forget about the fighting for a bit. And if anyone asks, she can claim it's necessary combat preparation.

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They should really be wearing armor for this. Or, at least, helmets. These guys are really far off the ground. And they don't have any hand holds.

His doesn't, anyway. She has feathers in a mottled purple-green, but really. That's not like a handle or anything. "Purple", however, apparently thinks nothing of this problem, and has no issue charging after Allura and her raptor.

"I think she has other ideas!"

Please. What do you expect, a full horse bridle? Allura seems to have no problem with the arrangement, and is riding the dinosaur through sheer animal communion skills.

No signs of dinosaur telepathy yet, though. As awesome as that would be.

"What, do you think so? Because I think she's accepting our challenge!" With just a pat on the neck, the 'blue' dinosaur is breaking into a sprint again, heading around the bend of a makeshift track.

He was hoping for just a leash, honestly! Why can't all animals come with convenient cockpits and color-coordinated armor? Wouldn't that make life so much easier?

While part of him wonders if Allura actually is communicating with hers via telepathy. It wouldn't surprise him at this point.

"She's got longer legs!"

But hey -- only one of his arms works, they're stuck on dinosaur island. So why not?

Sorry, Shiro. You have to earn the giant robot animals. You can't expect them to show up in every scenario.

"And more weight to carry with them!" That's not a remark against Shiro. Allura's does appear to be leaner, more scrappy. Possibly younger, which means a lot with the speed they're aging at. "So let's just see how well she can do!"

Naturally, she takes her around an exceptionally sharp curve. Because what's a race without a little test of agility, too?

That's discrimination! Against... tired people. Maybe.

"Hey! She's a growing lizard!" Somewhere, someone is cringing at that announcement. Forgive him, he was into astronomy, not paleontology. "Be nice to her!"

A tyrannosaur doesn't have a lot in terms of agility. Even a young one. Her jaws snap, and she has to slow down a few paces in order to re-orient herself. Then she's charging after Allura and her raptor.

     One would think that a new father would be overprotective of their daughter and would therefore try to stop her from executing her proposed plan of action. Don't get him wrong- Alfor is protective of his daughter, but she's no child here, and while he's not so sure of how such creatures as these that Allura now approaches would act, he won't say that the idea she's suggested is a bad one.

     ...also he's curious about the dinosaurs themselves, and so perhaps unsurprisingly, he's tagging along after her.

     "They'd hatched from eggs not so long ago, haven't they? It stands to reason that they'd be more receptive to learning, and they're already used to others not their species. Have we figured out what they eat?"

Let's not forget that they're Alteans, too. Based on what little we know, particularly when it comes to their learning and training practices, this might not seem so dangerous to this space family as it really should.

"Yes, even though this is supposed to be their adult size! From what I've gathered, they're maturing at an accelerated rate, which means they should still be young in mind, and in spirit!"

She stops halfway down, watching the raptor that's circling the closest beneath her. The fact that it looks ready to pounce on her should be an indication, but...

"There's different ones. I think these are the meat-eaters?"

     Given their training regimen and rocks that rain from the sky, one might have to wonder just what passes for normal in Altea.

     Alfor nods as he looks past Allura at the beasts in question. "And no more nor less captive than we are, at the moment. I'm sure they won't need too much encouragement to want to leave."

     He shoots the raptor a look that might be on par with one he might have given to any questionable suitors seeking his blessing for his daughter's hand. "Meat, hm? Well, they haven't tried at each other thus far. Let's make sure they don't get any wrong ideas about us either," he says, rolling up his sleeves.

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