Open | Kristoff the red-nosed reindeeeeer (king)

[speaksreindeer]

Characters: Kristoff and you and you and not Sven :c
Date: January 3rd
Location: Water Sector, marketplaces, farmyards, anywhere a reindeer might be
Situation: Kristoff does not buy that he could be here and his best buddy Sven couldn't be, therefore he is searching high and low for a certain reindeer.
Warnings/Rating: Risk of Frozen spoilers, but otherwise should be G-rated

OOC: There are open threads in the headers and linked below, but do not hesitate to ping me if you'd like a specific starter!

Water Sector | Marketplaces | Farm Yards | Closed

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[speaksreindeer]

[That is some A+ forecasting skill being applied.]

Yes, I know that. But I don't care if they think I'm sane, I care if they've seen Sven.

[Duh.]

And unless you've seen Sven, then I don't see why we're talking.

[superieure]

[Alas! Kristoff has used The Power of Friendship. It does 60 damage. Monet facepalms internally. This kind of thing is why she shouldn't talk to people, she inevitably ends up in this position.]

Having a physical description would help matters considerably.

[speaksreindeer]

[Kristoff looks at Monet like she's the one short on sanity for that.]

I'm guessing you don't have much experience with reindeer.

[Because, seriously. He crosses his arms, a brow going up.]

[superieure]

[He receives an exasperated glare with a side of what kind of idiot are you.]

How large? What particular colour? Favourite food to lure him out if needed?

[Honestly.]

[speaksreindeer]

[Hey, you're the one that doesn't know what a reindeer looks like. Geez. Kristoff rolls his eyes.]

About my height. Shaggy. Musky smell. And carrots. We love carrots.

[Hands down, the best food ever.]

[superieure]

[She knows what reindeer look like silly, she's seen pictures!]

[Monet stands up to her full height, and tilts her head as though she's listening for something, stays still for a few seconds, before she looks at Kristoff again.]

There are approximately thirty-two locations where I can discern someone eating what sounds like carrots. However, they are all talking, so I expect none are your reindeer.

[speaksreindeer]

Sven can talk. [That's a defensive reaction and he's crossing his arms still.] I understand him perfectly.

[So there.

And then his brain catches up with what she just said and the intimation of what she did.]

You heard all that?

[Because that? Sounds craaaaaaaaaaaazy.]

[superieure]

Yes, I heard all that, do keep up.

[She frowns, electing not to argue about the whole... reinder... talking thing. Wouldn't be the first time she's met a nutcase.]

[speaksreindeer]

[You trying to say he's crazy? He's not. He just appreciates the finer creatures in life and those? Don't happen to be people.]

There's no one here to hear.

[Duh.]

[superieure]

[Right, baseline human who might still be a bit nuts.]

At any rate, your search is futile.

[speaksreindeer]

[Wait. You're the one talking like a nut. Were you raised by squirrels?]

How is it futile? [Seriously. Hold up there. He straightens and shakes his head, then gestures around them.] There's no one here to hear and there's no mountain pass to carry sound from somewhere to here. [Mountain Man Acoustics 101. He passed it.] You expect me to believe that you could hear other places?

[superieure]

[She can hear you think, Kristoff!]

I have exceptionally good hearing.

[DUH.]

[speaksreindeer]

[That's just. No. He crosses his arms and gives her The Look. That look. The one that says "I don't believe you" in a million languages.]

Sure.

[He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.]

Never mind. I'll find him on my own.

[And he moves to leave, grumbling:]

This is why reindeers are better than people.