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mayfield_rpg2012-06-15 12:16 pm
enshrouds) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-06-15 12:16 pm
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one. ♐ he doth his green way beguile to fair hostess merriment
[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.]
[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.]
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Haha, oh man, you oughta see the look on your face!
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[Whoa whoa wait. HOLD UP. His clothes are different, but that voice, that hair...
she takes a step back, away from him. Gotta put some distance between them somehow...]
A-Archer?
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In the flesh, kid. Literally.
[He cocks his head to the side just so, studying her.]
Oh c'mon, don't tell me you're scared of little ol' me! Where's your Servant? Isn't she gonna come and put me in my place, all "villain, get thee hence" this and "for Praetor, I'll slay thee" that?
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No, she can't. She's not here.
[It would probably be a Bad Idea to tell him that, but he's going to find out eventually. And if she tried to bluff, he might just try to test it, so it was, in her opinion, better to just go this route.]
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You mean not at all, or how a drone is?
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Why do you want to know?
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[A shrug, as if to shake off the pang of - what? Of course it wasn't worry or anything of the sort for this dumb, vulnerable kid now stuck in the same hideous town with an empty shell of her Servant. Nope, not at all.
...he had been prepared to kill her once, had come damned close to doing so, and it's that thought he needs to keep in mind.]
Sounds rough, but them's the breaks around here. ....you run into any other familiar faces lately?
[He hadn't seen hide nor hair of Blackmore's grumpy self yet, but one never knew...]
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[It both is and isn't a lie. Rin is here, of course... but it's not the Rin they know - well. She knows at least. She's not sure how much snooping Rin or Archer may have done on people who weren't their opponents, but the Tohsaka name was certainly a popular one in the Moon Cell, so it's likely Archer's heard it at least in passing.
Still. Even if he didn't, there was no way she was going to risk the safety of her closest friend.]
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Huh, that so? I guess if Mr. Boss Man was here, he'd make it pretty damn obvious. That guy wouldn't know subtle if it turned his beard into pretty little braids. [A derisive snort, then Archer changes tack.] It's not like me to interrogate pretty girls so late at night, but there's something else I gotta know.
[He pauses, however, as if suddenly losing his nerve to ask that which he had been mulling over ever since he left the Church...but only for a moment.]
What's the last thing you remember? From where we came from, I mean.
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But even so... she wasn't really a very good liar. She'd have to tell the truth.]
I defeated my last opponent. [More than that. There was a lot more, but the details wouldn't really matter much to him, so she could just leave that out.]
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[He doesn't take his eye off her as he thinks that over. How....vague.]
And who was that? Can't you give me even a breadcrumb like a name? [Archer tilts his head, the motion wreathing part of his face in shadow.] Or did my poison arrow scramble your memory along with everything else?
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My final opponent was on week seven. Sir Gawain, a Saber.
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So, he had lost. His struggles had ended on the second week of the war; Archer had gotten that far, a single win tucked under his belt, and no further. He shouldn't even be walking and talking right now, according to this girl, because he and Dan had been eliminated. Wiped by the system, the both of them - and the old man had gone to his grave with his wish unfulfilled. It's that thought that stings the most, that makes Archer glance away with a casual indifference he does not truly feel.
Archer doesn't even have it in him to drum up the denial needed to call Hakuno a liar. Why bother? It was far more likely that she was telling the truth, Archer thinks, the self-loathing that always lurks at the edge of his thoughts - souring them at the edges, covering them in a poison shroud - washing over him in a black wave. A skulking, cowardly bandit like him..... never had a chance against Saber in a fair fight. He had known it from the beginning, like an animal that could scent death on the wind, and for Hakuno that inevitable reality had already come to pass.]
....Saber versus Saber, huh? Must have been intense.
[His voice has lost some of its former edge, the arrogance and lofty insolence.]
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Yeah... it was. ['Intense' would be an understatement. She can still see the fiery explosion of Gawain's Noble Phantasm, lighting up every last arch and nook of the already glowing Domus Aurea, as clearly as if it had just happened yesterday. Intense wasn't even close to explaining that fight.]
Archer, I... I'm sorry.
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Hey, what the hell are ya apologizing for? You won, so be proud of that. Maybe it wasn't much of a challenge, facing a charlatan like me, but... [He shrugs, looking up at the night sky instead of Hakuno. Gazing up at all those stars, burning brightly until their inevitable implosion, until they winked out of existence like so many human lives.] ...save those words for when you actually screw up, yeah?
Ehh....geez, what am I even saying? [He looks annoyed in a sheepish, embarrassed way for a moment, and Archer turns his back on Hakuno as if to hide the expression.] Mr. Boss Man must have rubbed off on me or something.
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She does manage a sad smile, though, at Archer's mention of his Master.]
You say that like it's a bad thing. He was a good man.
oops sorry this one got lost in the abyss, also keywords relevant
Mmm, he's somethin' all right.
[The response is not really a "yes, he is", but neither is it a "no, he isn't". Archer might already know how he really felt about Dan, but that's an entirely separate thing from being able to admit it.]
...and because of that, he'll chew me out for not saying this in his stead, that grumpy old fart. [He coughs awkwardly into his fist.] There's no Grail War going on, so I'm not your enemy. Got it? I already took my potshot at you, and that's over now.
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[But his voice isn't disapproving, or contemptuous. The words are simply there, as if Archer's stating a fact. He curls his hand into a loose fist, then releases it - feeling the play of flesh and bone of his now very human body. At least for now, he also has the freedom to pick his battles as he sees fit.]
Well, if things are settled, then there's nothing to worry about.
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[Geez, for someone who everyone thought was so boring, she sure reads like an open book, huh...?]
I never really had anything against you, or any of my other opponents. So without the War to worry about... there's really no point in fighting, is there?