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[center][b][color=007236]Level[/color][/b]: 3
[b][color=007236]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day Three - Evening
[b][color=007236]Location[/color][/b]: The Forbidden Lands Temple (Plains south of Temple: F5)
[b][color=007236]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Holy Soldier] [@DracoLunaris] [@DJAtomika] [@Tenma Tendo]
[b][color=007236]Word Count[/color][/b]: 440
[b][color=007236]Experience:[/color][/b] [color=007236]////[/color]////// ////////// ////////// (4/30) 
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[color=007236]"That's a viable option, Delsin. Sadly my knowledge of taming wild animals is limited to the process of feeding bad guys to a giant crocodile. And that isn't close to horses, I'm afraid."[/color] Bentley answered Delsin, lowering the binocucom and looking up at him, the physical embodiment of a collection of airborne solid and liquid particulates and gases. It was good to have one on the team who were nible, fast, dexterious and several other adjectives, Bentley knew that from having Sly...

Bentley missed Sly.

Bentley's sudden sad thought of where Sly possibly could be was strangely interwoven with Tiz's exclaimation of whishing to meet his original gang. The Gang. Bentley gave Tiz a brief look and a saddened smile, before staring off into the distance, deep in thought. [color=007236]"Me too, Tiz, me too. They're the best, everyone one of them. They're family."[/color] Bentley reminisced, but quickly shaking off the sadness that was about to overcome him. They had a job to do, a Mission to Complete! If they failed, it wouldn't matter where Sly was, as the whole world was at risk of ending! 

The genius green turtle turned his attention back to the horses they were trying to tame, taking duly note of Tiz's excitement about said majestic beasts. [color=007236]"Great! Now we have someone who can tame them, Tiz."[/color] Bentley said while starting to roll further on down the bridge while Tiz gave his opinion on the plan. And he had a good point. [color=007236]"I see. I do not have anything specific that can be used to hinder the horses' movements, but could they be discouraged by smoke?"[/color] Bentley asked as if turning the gears in his mind, looking at his team and on his map. [color=007236]"Either that, or we have to act as the barrier if they can be guided to some enclosed rock formation. That might be dangerous though."[/color] 

Bentley's wheelchair soon came to touch the soft grass and ground of the plain south of the Temple, taking in a deep breath of fresh air as he looked on out. [color=007236]"Mhmmm, nothing beats the wide open landscape and fresh air...no wait, that's pollen. Excuse me."[/color] Bentley pulled out a ventilator, breathing it in and out, putting it away again. [color=007236]"All right, Gang, let's get to work! Delsin and I attempt to corral the horses somewhere enclosed. Tiz, you think you can handle them?"[/color] Bentley repeated the ad-hoc plan concocted in his mind, pulling out his Shell-computer with the map and his Binocucom, scanning the horizion and map for a place that might fit their needs. If this worked, they would aquire a fine set of transportation.