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Out and About in Fayren
Who: 47 and OPEN
What: Before, during, and after some independent training in Fayren
Where: Fayren
When: December 2, Afternoon
Warnings: Knocking out criminals with apples, cute animals in mortal danger, will add more if they come up
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It's been a while since 47's practiced with certain more... traditional weapons, and he figures that Fayren is the best place to scrape the rust off in that particular area. While looking around to see what's available, he's lucky enough to find a place that rents bows, and elsewhere, a sling for pretty cheap as well. With its small size and light weight, he has his eye on it immediately (it might come in handy, and it'll be fun to learn a new weapon regardless), and is in the process of paying for it when a commotion breaks out behind him.
"Stop! Thief!" He turns around just in time to see a young native race past him, shoving and weaving her way through the crowded market. He watches her go, then looks around to find something to -- ah, an apple cart. Perfect. When he grabs an apple, the man supervising the cart opens his mouth to protest, but 47 cuts him off with, "I'll pay for it in a second."
He quickly finds her again, with the help of his Instinct to pick her apart from the crowd, and draws his arm back, hand full of apple. His focus on the girl is that of a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce; but she's dozens on dozens of yards away by now, with so many people between the two, surely he can't....
47 throws the fruit, sending it sailing over the heads of the crowd before it begins to arc downward again, directly at the fleeing girl's back. The apple practically smashes itself into applesauce against the back of her head, but enough force is transferred to knock her off-balance and, ultimately, to the ground; she doesn't get back up. Unconscious and nothing more, hopefully, unless her skull is made of paper.
True to his word, 47 hands the apple seller a sum at least twice the cost of the apple before making his own way through the crowd to see the result of his handiwork and perhaps return any stolen goods.
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After that hullabaloo is over, 47 is finally able to focus on what he came out to Fayren for: Practice. He politely refuses the use of the bow rental's archery range, preferring to avoid attention. So he sets up a little ways out from the beaten paths of Fayren, with his back to the woods and firing at some makeshift targets in an open field, securing visibility behind them so he doesn't accidentally shoot someone he can't see if he misses (which he doesn't, but it's better to be safe). Even with the forest at his back, though, he's not so easy to sneak up on; he's got some keen hearing, and pauses his archery training to stop and look around at any suspicious noise.
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On the way back to return the bow, a flash of movement out of the corner of 47's eye, as well as a gut feeling of danger, stop him. As he follows the direction the movement came from, the source becomes clear: A squirrel is desperately swimming near the middle of a nearby pond, struggling to keep its head above water. He watches for a moment, silently rooting for the squirrel's survival, but then its head dips below the surface -- and doesn't come back up.
That's all he needs to go in after the darn thing... soaking himself to the bone in mid-40-degree weather... ruining his nice clothes... and likely beginning to wash the makeup off his tattoo. Helping the animal will be worth it, though, as long as he doesn't get caught. Still, he's not trying to be particularly stealthy, so his noisy splashes can likely be heard from farther away than he saw the squirrel.
What: Before, during, and after some independent training in Fayren
Where: Fayren
When: December 2, Afternoon
Warnings: Knocking out criminals with apples, cute animals in mortal danger, will add more if they come up
---
It's been a while since 47's practiced with certain more... traditional weapons, and he figures that Fayren is the best place to scrape the rust off in that particular area. While looking around to see what's available, he's lucky enough to find a place that rents bows, and elsewhere, a sling for pretty cheap as well. With its small size and light weight, he has his eye on it immediately (it might come in handy, and it'll be fun to learn a new weapon regardless), and is in the process of paying for it when a commotion breaks out behind him.
"Stop! Thief!" He turns around just in time to see a young native race past him, shoving and weaving her way through the crowded market. He watches her go, then looks around to find something to -- ah, an apple cart. Perfect. When he grabs an apple, the man supervising the cart opens his mouth to protest, but 47 cuts him off with, "I'll pay for it in a second."
He quickly finds her again, with the help of his Instinct to pick her apart from the crowd, and draws his arm back, hand full of apple. His focus on the girl is that of a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce; but she's dozens on dozens of yards away by now, with so many people between the two, surely he can't....
47 throws the fruit, sending it sailing over the heads of the crowd before it begins to arc downward again, directly at the fleeing girl's back. The apple practically smashes itself into applesauce against the back of her head, but enough force is transferred to knock her off-balance and, ultimately, to the ground; she doesn't get back up. Unconscious and nothing more, hopefully, unless her skull is made of paper.
True to his word, 47 hands the apple seller a sum at least twice the cost of the apple before making his own way through the crowd to see the result of his handiwork and perhaps return any stolen goods.
---
After that hullabaloo is over, 47 is finally able to focus on what he came out to Fayren for: Practice. He politely refuses the use of the bow rental's archery range, preferring to avoid attention. So he sets up a little ways out from the beaten paths of Fayren, with his back to the woods and firing at some makeshift targets in an open field, securing visibility behind them so he doesn't accidentally shoot someone he can't see if he misses (which he doesn't, but it's better to be safe). Even with the forest at his back, though, he's not so easy to sneak up on; he's got some keen hearing, and pauses his archery training to stop and look around at any suspicious noise.
---
On the way back to return the bow, a flash of movement out of the corner of 47's eye, as well as a gut feeling of danger, stop him. As he follows the direction the movement came from, the source becomes clear: A squirrel is desperately swimming near the middle of a nearby pond, struggling to keep its head above water. He watches for a moment, silently rooting for the squirrel's survival, but then its head dips below the surface -- and doesn't come back up.
That's all he needs to go in after the darn thing... soaking himself to the bone in mid-40-degree weather... ruining his nice clothes... and likely beginning to wash the makeup off his tattoo. Helping the animal will be worth it, though, as long as he doesn't get caught. Still, he's not trying to be particularly stealthy, so his noisy splashes can likely be heard from farther away than he saw the squirrel.
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