- I'm.... so sorry for Ros having to deal with Johnson like this..... also I'll just say that Johnson would just take one look at Ros's bloody nose and go "yea you look fine by me (and her) lol" just to watch the chaos unfold. rip everyone involved tbh.
Johnson was supposed to be at the beach to help his friend carry over some fossils from her planned excavation site back to the cart, but... Alas... She had erred, because Johnson's arms were so impossibly twiggy that carrying anything beyond a few pounds would've seemed like a stupendous feat. He was aware of that - and feeling a bit bitter about it too - as he waited near the periphery of the actual coastline. His eyes were focused towards the cliffs as a voice counting and evaluating the fossils could be heard in the background.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, he was also there when Roswell had attempted to mount a horse and failed miserably, tumbling into the sand just seconds later while the horse started to nip at him before undergoing a similar fate. Sure, he was just a bystander, but he was present nonetheless, and it made this entire scene worse by tenfold.
His friend normally would've rolled her eyes and offered a snide remark clearly directed at the unfortunate blunder, but this time... She remained oddly silent, looking for a few seconds before hastily turning back so that she could work on her own affairs. For once, Johnson was actually the more curious of the two, so he decided to walk over and... Well... Get a better look at whatever the hell just happened. Then he'd probably egg his friend on about the unusual reaction.
Once there, the man gave a gentle nudge to the horse with his foot, then the other party. Just to make sure that he didn't witness an actual death... (Would he have cared if he saw a man and a horse dying? Probably not. It just would've been more surprising than upsetting either way.)
"Oh come on," Johnson told Roswell dryly once the aristocrat's attention turned to the other man, "I can tell that you're not dead. The sand would have a lot more red if you were. Same goes for the horse. She's not dead either. Get up before you make yourself look like a fool." Not that you aren't already one, he refrained from adding, and for good reason. Apparently this fellow was really, really persistent about his admiration (despite how increasingly unfounded it was), and it showed even now as he sighed and decided to be patient for once.
He did, however, give the other party a gentle kick to the face to be an asshole, as well as to further say, "Melodrama won't pay off here, let me tell you that. Do you want to be known as the fellow who tried and failed to ride a horse, or one who did that then proceeded to whine about it like some child?" Goodness, did his words sound bitter, but Johnson nonetheless sighed before glancing in the direction of the fossil cart, then back at the still-probably-fallen duo. "People will care more about the reaction than the actual event. Not everything's on you, don't worry about it... Just get yourself off the sand, and everything will be okay." Hopefully.
"I think I might have something for you to do to get rid of some of the tension, actually..." he muttered in a off-handed but still pointed comment. His eyes drifted towards the cart again. Oh no. "You can take the horse along with you too, actually. Her efforts would be appreciated greatly for the task at hand." Oh no again, but repeated.
I personally wish Johnson got frozen by the ice walruses, but alas.... he must live for the sake of forum games....
here's a follow-up......
How Johnson got himself into trouble with a pack of walruses was... A bit of a blur. He remembered seeing some on the beach and thinking, A tusk or two would be quite nice as a status symbol... Especially if hand-collected. The man had even taken out a red-and-white capsule and released an amorphous green creature for the sake of this job, though as soon as the creature started shooting shadowy orbs at the wild animals, it backfired. Horribly.
One could say that this was the moment where his "memory issues" started to become apparent.
Now he was running away from said walruses, somehow avoiding the icy projectiles as his creature returned fire via a combination of telekinesis and shadowy, gooey orbs. Along the way, he had tripped and fallen into the surf, causing his face to be covered with seaweed. Johnson had brushed most of it off in a few seconds, though a few leaves remained stuck to his hair and ears as he got up to his feet and continued to run. The walruses' barking could still be heard, and that was all he heard until he was suddenly pulled away from the commotion by-
"You again!?" he exclaimed with surprise when he saw the green-haired woman before bursting into laughter, though it wasn't mirthful by any means. Johnson almost had his ass kicked by a pod of walruses, and he just wasn't in the mood to be dealing with anybody who might've seen the fiasco unfold. Besides, where was his ace? The man looked over his shoulder to see his creature noticing that Johnson was gone and hastily floating over to him, though it did blast one last orb at the group before fleeing.
One walrus, however, did take notice of the group, and charged at them. That lasted for approximately three seconds before being lifted up into the air by the other party and thrown... Somewhere. And with that, the pod was gone. Johnson felt like he was going to faint from both fear and exhaustion. Holy shit.
With narrowed eyes, he hissed in between clenched teeth, "Yea, me neither. But guess who did anyways?" He would've laughed, but his muscles were still too tense for him to do so without making his chest muscles ache in the process. Instead, like a measly little anchovy, he flopped onto the sand and sighed. Meanwhile, the creature eyed the woman with caution, floating protectively over its trainer while also propping its arms so that it could fire an attack as needed. "It's none of your business, by the way," the man growled further, almost digging himself deeper into the sand in the process, "I wouldn't have remembered even if you asked me. Do you even know what adrenaline does to you!?" At this point, this fellow was literally going to submerge himself in sand, and that would've been for the best.
Unfortunately, the aristocrat eventually got up to his feet, brushing as much sand as he could from his clothes and skin before preening himself like a bald ass peacock. His creature joined in on the cleaning effort, making him sigh and relax his shoulders slightly before giving the woman another glare.
"Don't even think about asking where I was prior to this," he spat before he heard another familiar voice. This time, however, it made him sigh with a mix of relief and "oh goodness." He turned over to see Brown, who honestly looked like she was going to lose her shit from laughter. And who could've blamed her? Her friend looked like a mess, and she just had her own fair share of humiliation not that long ago. "This applies to you too, Brown!" Johnson called out to her before speeding away from the green-haired woman and towards his friend, who started to roar with laughter as this wreck of a man started to chase after her. His creature followed him soon after, and it was calm again. For this very moment, at least.