Lawrence Horne

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Lawrence Horne was a lineup player for the Mexico City Wild Wings, and was with the team from the Return of Blaseball until being incinerated on Season β13, Day 78.

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Horne joined the ILB as a lineup player for the Mexico City Wild Wings with the Return of Blaseball.

On Season β6, Day 43, Horne's pitching ability was siphoned by Charleston Shoe Thieves pitcher Beasley Gloom in a game with Blooddrain weather, decreasing it 0.6 0.1 .

On Season β7, Day 34, Horne's defensive ability was siphoned by San Francisco Lovers lineup player Kennedy Meh in a game with Blooddrain weather, decreasing it 2.3 1.7 .

On Season β13, Day 78, Horne was incinerated and replaced by Tai Beanbag.


The remainder of this article contains lore created collaboratively by the Blaseball community.

Lawrence "Larry" Horne's behaviours are deemed bizarre and inexplicable by most. Horne is subject to a strange phenomenon: being both owl and human. Both his physical and mental state aimlessly drift between the two without any rhyme or reason. (Interestingly, no one has ever borne direct witness to his shifting from one state to another.)

Horne arrived at the Wings' club on a windy night. Miguel Wheeler was the one who found him, but couldn’t get back into the club house as the wind slammed the door shut. With some quick thinking and some cunning driving skills, Wheeler managed to cart through an open window with Lawrence on-board. Summers Preston heard the crash landing and came running in to find a disoriented owl and Wheeler franticly fumbling about with glass splinters in his tyre. (Turns out the window wasn't open.)

The team had been in a late-night meeting in preparation for their first friendly training match. The tension was high. Preston had been trying to gather the group’s attention but was failing. José Haley was boasting arrogantly and challenging for leadership. Preston found his attitude grating and before long the argument became personal.  

Stephanie Winters sided with Preston, while Haley had no support. The outbreak became aggressive and despite Ronan Combs's efforts, Haley eventually snapped. A fight broke out and Haley was thrown against a wall, banging his head. He stormed out without a word.

The meeting disbanded quickly. Only Cell Barajas and Yong Wright remained with the new arrival of Kennedy Rodgers, Rafael Davids, and Burke Gonzales who had not been present for the fight. Then Wheeler came crashing through the window.

Wright and Davids helped Wheeler out of the room and started carefully analysing the damage, while Barajas and Preston took care of the startled-looking owl. Preston found a box and some bedding while Barajas gave comfort to the fellow avian. Horne was shaken up after his ordeal but still observant of his surrounding and pecking at Barajas's feathers. The girls placed him in the box to rest and placed a hot wing and some water next to him. (Yes, the hot wing was devoured.)

Horne's arrival brought a much-needed distraction and, over the next few days, the team pulled a little closer together. Preston and Haley had talked things out. There was still some tension between them, but they agreed not to let it ruin their first match. (Of course, this was easier said than done.)

Days went by and Horne seemed to be making no attempt to fly away. Even the locals had grown to know him. He was becoming almost a second mascot of the team as he sat in a fluffy feather ball and watched the team train. He was fixated by the ball, bobbing his head left to right and up and down with those big curious eyes whenever it was pitched. There were moments when he would take to the sky and disappear, but he would soon return to his favourite perch atop the paper flip chart in the club house. It became apparent to the team that he wasn't leaving, so they placed a list up on the bulletin board and allowed people to submit names for their (presumably) new mascot.

The night before the Wings' first game, no one slept. Members were up with nerves and adrenaline. Some walked the club campus; others paced the rooms of the clubhouse. The night was long, but when the light arrived, everyone was ready and one name was upon the bulletin board: Lawrence "Larry" Horne. To this day, no one knows who submitted the name; no one has ever come forward. When PReston read the name aloud, though, Horne's deep two-tone hoot was taken as approval.

The team was in good spirits as they arrived at their first match. They began playing and, considering this was their first game, everything seemed to be going well. Then, it was brought to their attention they were a batter short. Panic quickly took hold as it seemed unfathomable that they had not realised this. During practice, the team had a full roster. Confusion and dismay took hold of the whole team. The Wings went into an uproar. Were they about to lose their first game on a technicality?

Then, out of nowhere, the umpire signalled to continue. The Wings' attention was drawn back to the field, and Horne was standing at home plate, a bat awkwardly held in his beak.

The first pitch came and the ball flew past him. Not a single feather twitched. He didn't even blink. The Wings cried out to the umpire to change the batter. The request was ignored. The second pitch came, and to everyone's surprise, Horne swung the bat. It was a foul, but impressive nonetheless; the ball floated up and landed in the mezzanine behind him. Last pitch. Horne took the bat in his talons and, with a mighty flap of his wings, he lifted up and struck the ball with a thunderous crack.  

Everyone's eyes followed the ball sailing into the sky, only returning their attention to Lawrence as he rounded the last base. There stood a different creature; tall and lanky and covered in feathers, but the big yellow eyes were still the same. Everyone looked at him in complete disbelief, yet felt a strange familiarity. The whole team surged around Horne with welcoming cheers, and the Wings returned home with smiles all around.

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