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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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Dear me...I didn't think there was anything worth hunting around here for someone to put this down.
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...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.
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[He twangs the cord holding her captive, making Mamizou sway back and forth a little.]
I guess you make a good point, furball. Besides, this wasn't one of my hunting traps anyway.
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[He's not being entirely honest, of course, as this was just as much about practicing old skills as it was about entertainment....but the sentiment still stands.]
I'll let you go now, just promise not to bite me or something.
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what is that face
And 'lo! In a moment's time, it's done, and the cord goes slack. Archer bends down a little to put Mamizou back on the ground.]
There, furball, just as promised.
a very silly one
but don't ask how she put them on.]As it happens, though, my name is Mamizou Futatsuiwa and not "furball". Would you be willing to give me yours?
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but how did she put them on??]That's a pretty big name for a little thing like you, though. [He sits down and leans over a bit to get a better look at those glasses. He wonders how they stay perched upon her tiny nose.] As for me, you can just call me Archer. Heh....though I don't have a bow at the moment.
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that's a secret!!] Archer, is it...well, I'm sure you'll get one back soon enough. But I feel I should warn you that I'm not always as little as this.no subject
[He's obviously referring to the matter of regains; frankly, getting his chosen weapon back can't happen soon enough in his opinion. Archer tilts his head a little, raising one eyebrow.]
If you get any bigger, you'll have even more hunters on your tail.
[herp derp derp]
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[There's a sudden pop, and the small raccoon dog is now an average sized woman with fuzzy ears and a tail that's now almost as big as she is.] I don't think a hunter would be so willing to go after me like this.
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Archer jolts, his cheeky grin twisting into an expression of open surprise before he manages to recover.]
...geez, warn a guy before you do that, will ya? That trick could give someone a heart attack.
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Payback for the snare, is it? Fair enough, Mamizou, you got me.
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