one. ♐ he doth his green way beguile to fair hostess merriment

[enshrouds]

[Backdated slightly to post-Zombiefield!]

[A. ↣ 1129 Taylor. (Morning } Midday)

The zombies have gone, and now it's time to clean up. Archer can be found outside of his house today working to remove the makeshift barriers he had hastily thrown up before he departure for first the park and then, eventually, the Church. He's not being especially careful about how he goes about this, unfortunately, so passerby might want to be wary of any 2x4s or half-busted chairs or whatnot being unceremoniously chucked their way.]

[B. ↣ John Doe Park. (Noon } Afternoon)

Those who visit the park today will likely find themselves in for a surprise, as Archer has laid down several traps carefully hidden in the foliage. The majority of them are snares set to yank the target up into the air, once they unwittingly step into the concealed noose and trigger the trap, and leave them dangling there to struggle. These traps have been made more with entertainment in mind than survival, as Archer's enlisted some very strong branches and thick cordage in their construction; being caught in one will be humiliating and somewhat painful, but not lethal.

The deadlier traps are of a smaller scale and concealed within the thickest part of the trees; these were created and placed with a more serious earnest, their targets not blundering humans but quick and wily squirrels. Archer checks on these routinely from his perch high up in the branches, albeit with less frequency than he does the bigger, sturdier snares.]

[C. ↣ Eeeeverywhere. (Evening } Night)

It seems that setting up snares isn't the only trick Archer feels up to practicing. Once the sun has gone down enough to obscure everything in the dusky shadows of approaching night, Archer will take to the rooftops. He moves stealthily, quickly, a nimble figure flitting from house to house. He relies solely on the agility and strength of his now-very-human body to do this; after all, there was little way of knowing that he'd be regaining his Servanthood first, when the time came, so slacking off was simply not an option in a dangerous town like this.

He will cover every block at least once, sometimes twice, seeking to familiarize himself with the town's layout until he knows it like the back of his hand. Often, Archer will pause in his scouting to peer down at any pedestrians below and watch them with keen, intelligent eyes from the gloom. He will also listen at windows on a whim, either from the roof or as he's climbing his way up there.]

Comments

C

[doesnotgetit]

[Hakuno is heading down Ricardo street. She doesn't really like staying there anymore; having to deal with the mindless drone of Saber, constantly doting on her like an overeager mother instead of the devoted Servant - and more - that she was, was incredibly unnerving. So she spent most of her time out and about in town! Though she had enough sense to return home at night, to prevent any suspicions rising from those who had power to drone the population.

And that's what she's doing now! Just walking, minding her own business. Despite the typical 50's wardrobe, her appearance is familiar enough so that Archer will probably at least glance twice at her.]

[enshrouds]

[ but hakuno, you look like every other female NPC

He of course notices her immediately, albeit at first just as another body to discreetly observe. But Archer's eyes are sharp and his memory is long, and....ho hum, so she was stuck here too? And with no yapping poodle of a Servant in sight. The thought makes the lazy, arrogant grin ever-present on his face deepen slightly, even as he acknowledges that Saber could possibly just be in spirit form right now; it wasn't as if Archer had the ability to sense such things anymore. Not that he intends to hurt her either way, of course. Last time had been a matter of business, regardless of how Dan Blackmore saw it, but that "business" - the Holy Grail War - now has little place in Mayfield. There was nothing to gain from attacking her again save a petty sort of satisfaction, even without a Command Spell to stay his hand.

...still, none of that meant he had to be nice. So Archer quietly follows Hakuno along the street for a short while, eventually clambering down off his perch to follow her on foot. He watches her even more closely during his descent, poised to drop to the ground in a silent roll should she pick the wrong moment to glance over her shoulder.]

C-- since i couldn't resist pedocher!!

[imoutos]

[ If he goes to peer into one of the windows at 1245 Williams Road he might find a young teenage girl sitting there on her bed - the bed is utterly swamped with plushies of any size and shape, so much that you'd wonder where she would still manage to sleep in it.

The girl herself is humming a song softly but audibly to herself while reading a book. Clearly she doesn't notice the fact that someone is watching at all; even if he was less skillful she probably wouldn't have noticed either way. ]

scream!!

[enshrouds]

[Archer finds himself....utterly perplexed as to how one girl could even own that many stuffed toys, let alone manage to sleep with them. And that sparks an idea, a childish urge he nevertheless decides to act on because he's a creep he can. With careful, silent movements, Archer begins to open the window.....]

C

[technologic]

[If he peers into a window of one of the houses on Bilko Boulevard, he won't see any people in the room. Instead, there will be one fluffy puppy sitting at the window. Who just stares and blinks at Archer.

Then it wags it's tail and paws at the window cause hey mister what are you doing outside the window.]

[enshrouds]

[Well, that sure is a dog! Archer freezes, his one visible eye narrowing - is the dumb mutt going to blow his cover? At least it isn't barking yet, but still... He shifts position a little, freeing up a hand to make a shoo! shoo motion at the curious pooch.]

C

[forgottenmagia]

[Oh, hey, making your way over to Brady street, might wanna check that roof before climbing up on it.

Because there's already a lady sitting up there, oops.]

...Satou-chan? Is that you?

[enshrouds]

[He had seen Byakuren sitting there from a couple houses away, but he certainly didn't expect her to notice him drawing closer. There's a pause as Archer debates whether or not to respond....before deciding that he might as well. Couldn't deny that he was at least a little interested - in his mind, it wasn't the goody two-shoes type that skulked about on rooftops.

So, warily, Archer eases out of the heart of the shadows.]

Sorry to burst your bubble, lady, but that name sounds too cute for me.

B - placeholder <3

[snacklist]

[OH HOW RUDE!

Al was just merrily minding his own business, when he was suddenly unceremoniously yanked up into the air upside down.]

Wh--- What's going on?!

[Congratulations, Robin, you've caught one (1) very large suit of armour.]

no problem! c:

[enshrouds]

[You have to be rude to be an Archer, it's like an unwritten rule.

He moves easily toward the source of the yells, already grinning. It was a good feeling, knowing that he hadn't lost it when it came to setting traps. Even as he feels a twinge of the old insecurity at the thought that such underhanded means were all he knew how to rely on.....no, no, Archer shoves away that thought and buries it deep. There were more pleasant things to think about, like how stupid this guy looked dangling there from one foot.]

Having fun in there, knight?

[The voice comes from directly above Al. It seems like Archer doesn't realize yet that the suit of armor is empty inside....]

B

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Archer has some competition as newly returned resident Sniper is also in the park, shooting arrows at the squirrels he sees. A few are already pinned by their heads to trees and now he's shooting up into the trees, hoping to scare a few more out.*

[enshrouds]

[Archer is pretty quick even when reduced down to ordinary human levels, but it's more by luck than skill that he manages to avoid those arrows. And by "luck", I mean "twisting desperately out of the way and toppling clear out of the tree". The way he hits the ground is neither nimble nor graceful.]

Oof....ugh, what the hell-?!

B

[putonmythinkingcap]

[Looks like you've bagged yourself one really angry nerd. Cliff was not expecting to find himself dangling from a snare like this, and he clearly isn't taking it well at all. All that swearing and struggling is probably going to cause him to hurt himself if he's not careful...]

Re: B

[enshrouds]

[There'll be some laughter coming from the nearby trees. Archer is perched somewhere in the dense branches, chuckling to himself.]

Jeez, another one? You guys gotta pay more attention to where you're walking! Just as well I didn't lay down any poisoned traps, I guess.

[He'd never do that, but no one could say that honesty was one of Archer's strong suits. However, needling someone that was already pissed off? Most definitely yes.]

You should calm down, though, before you make things worse for yourself.

B

[pompokolin]

[Congrats, Archer, you have caught one (1) small fuzzy raccoon dog in a snare. Mamizou had been hiding out in the bushes while thinking of a prank only to step in one without noticing. Although she doesn't seem that fazed, only blinking a few times in surprise once she finds herself dangling upside down.]

Dear me...I didn't think there was anything worth hunting around here for someone to put this down.

[enshrouds]

[Finally, something that'll taste great slow-roasted over a fire with a light sprinkling of herbs!

...wait, did the fluffy critter just talk? That gives Archer pause, if only for a moment. As Ciel had already noticed, he was quite good at suspending his sense of realism; survival called for such a skill sometimes, after all. So soon enough, Archer drops nimbly out of the nearest tree in front of Mamizou, cocking his head to the side in obvious interest rather than confusion as he eases upright.]

I'd say you'd count, furball. Unless you're more fluff than meat, that is.

1129 taylor

[answerer_sword]

[Having a chair chucked at her face as she exits her house is certainly not what Bazett expected to start the morning with. She makes a clumsy grab for it, but only manages to shield her face with her arm.]

...What are you doing?

[enshrouds]

Call it cleaning house.

[Wow he's not even looking at how she has to shield her face, what an ass.]

C

[ryougi]

[And in this edition of window peeking Archer will be able to see one (1) girl eating strawberry ice cream. Whether or not she's actually enjoying it might be hard to tell from how flat her expression is, but she does look from side-to-side every so often, almost as if to makes sure no one is around...

Too bad she's not looking in the right direction. c_c]

[enshrouds]

[YOU SOUND FAT, RYOUGI

What a gloomy chick. It looked like she was eating some kind of sweet, but the look on her face suggested it was about as bland as cardboard.

...the drainpipe he's clinging to creaks as he shifts his weight.]

C

[gandere]

[ Rin Tohsaka hates nothing more than being stared at when she's locked away in her room. So when the stick in the corner of the room is kind enough to tell her that there's someone watching her, Rin will stick half of her upper body out to glare in his general direction. ]

Do you mind?!

gonna place this chronologically after hakuno's thread if that's okay with you

[enshrouds]

[Well, that's interesting. He had been incredibly quiet, as always, and was wearing nondescript clothes that let him blend into the shadows, and she had still noticed him somehow.

...but then, this was Rin Tohsaka, so of course she had some sort of ace like that up her sleeve. (Dan might have been too stuffy and uptight to approve of spying, but those were restraints Archer never had.) Not that he's aware this is someone different - not when they look identical.]

Nope, not at all.

[A chuckle from the roof across the way.]

So you're here too, Tohsaka? Guess even that kid knows how to fib.

B

[prissy_hooves]

[So here's Rarity, trotting along, minding her own business, when all of a sudden she strides right into one of Archer's snares. She lets out an ear-piercing shriek as the trap is sprung, not having enough time to react with any sort of magic to save herself. And now she's just hanging there in the tree, looking more than a little irritated as she strains against the ropes holding it together.]

What is the meaning of this? Let me down! What sort of ill-mannered ruffian would set up such a crude trap in the middle of a public park?

[enshrouds]

Ho, what's this?

[The voice carries down from the treetops, heavy with amusement.]

I seem to have bagged me a talking steed. Jeez, this town is full of surprises!

[Laughter, decidedly mocking, then there's a pause.]

"Ill-mannered ruffian"....not as concise as "charlatan", but it has a nice ring to it.

C RIGHT I WAS GONNA TAG THIS GUY WITH MOEDUSA TOO

[godlyreigns]

[Why was there someone on the roof. Why her house? Because Miss Rider is getting back from an evening walk, only to see...strange man on roof. She sighs to herself, before hopping up there herself. She's not readying her battle gear, but she's making sure whoever this is gets the shockwave of mana surrounding her ingrained. ]

State your name and business.

the moest of all moedusas

[enshrouds]

[He shrinks back when she leaps up to join him, her sheer presence making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Archer's hardly oblivious to the intent radiating from Medusa - it makes his stomach twist in unpleasant ways, makes his mouth go dry.

It's like his own body was telling him, in no uncertain terms, that this lass was no one to fuck with. Still, Archer keeps his cool remarkably well; the cocky grin doesn't falter even as every inch of him goes rigid with tension. Both hands come up to show her the empty palms in a gesture of peace.]

Hey now, pretty lady, there's no need to be so uptight. I'm just passing through.

A

[ex_seventh238]

[And then a familiar blue-haired woman just stepped out from the house directly across the streets, except in a knee-length skirt, white blouse, carrying a shoulder bag, and wearing glasses this time. She looks pretty cheery and energetic too, in contrast to some srsfais no-nonsense figure we may or may not know.

She seems to be addressing someone inside her house; probably saying mundane things to her household, the kids or the husband. She hasn't turned around yet to notice him, but has he?]

[enshrouds]

[He's wholly absorbed in the arduous, yet also annoying task of prying boards off what remains of his windows for the moment. He eyes the holes in the glass, ponders what to do about them, and grumpily settles on taping them over and leaving it at that. After all, the only other people who lived with him were drones, and Archer wasn't keen on spending his time cooped up in this assigned dollhouse anymore than was necessary. With that in mind, who gave a damn?

He'll catch sight of Ciel conversing with whoever it is when he next turns around, and at first he doesn't pay her any mind. There's nothing about her demeanor that suggests she could be the woman he had run into at the Church, and the outward attitude one projects can be just as crucial for identification as one's physical attributes were. Still, he's hardly an unobservant man, and that blue hair niggles at him - so Archer pauses, waiting to see if Ciel will turn around. That'd be one hell of a funny thing, them being neighbors.]