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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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[If so, he knows how that feels. Not that he'd admit it so easily, though.]
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And what about you? Why are you sneaking up on roofs at this time of night?
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[He shrugs, puts off actually answering her question until he gets a good eyeful of their surroundings; all the roofs blanketed in a thickening gloom, the pinpricks of light up above that herald the stars he had mentioned earlier.]
It's the easiest way for me to get familiar with a place, to see it from above.
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I see. I wouldn't try to memorize the streets, though. They change quite frequently.
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[He seems to think on that for a moment, then snaps his fingers. You know, like eureka!]
Don't tell me - more pop up?
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LMFAO NO let's not go there]
Makes me wonder what happens if enough people vanish instead. Does the reverse happen? Poof, no more Taylor Road?
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She seems to legitimately consider it, at least for a second.]
I don't know. I certainly hope I'm not around here to find out.
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A shrug.]
I wouldn't mind it.
[It's not like he has anywhere else to go. The Grail War? Even then, he'd just fade at the end, so it didn't matter.]
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[He sits, then, perched on the edge of the roof with one leg swinging idly out over empty space. Archer's silent for a little while, then he speaks up again.]
Hey lady, how long have you been here?
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Gee, that makes my couple of days here seem like only a minute or two.
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Was that a jab at my misfortune?
[She sounds vaguely amused.]
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Geez- more like one at my own. I woke up to corpses shambling around, and apparently that's just the start of the bizarre crap this town likes to cook up.
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We have a few record-keepers shambling around if you'd like to check in with them for proper history.
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Don't see why not, everyone says that knowledge is power. [A wry half-sneer at that; he remembers the days when being able to read was a rare and prized ability that was almost always afforded the upperclass and no one else.] You know their names, or where they live?
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[kamishirahawagghsgahfsd???
A mumbling sound as he obviously tries to pronounce that name under his breath.]
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I knew that!
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