catchall

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: oocly, month of oct
WHAT: a catchall for me for different threads during oct
WARNINGS: will update as needed

Log Post ¤ Plotting Post

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[heavenstorn]

[ In contrast, Cedrik snaps into motion. The rifle is lifted up, instinct helping him find the sights and stare down them, both eyes open. It's been decades...but he remembers being taught how to hold a bow, how to look past the wood and arrowhead, how to see where it will fly and where it will land.

That's his first mistake. The memory tells him to aim higher, and with his first shot he misses the back targets completely, the pellet thumping against heavy canvas instead.

There's no drop off, of course. Cedrik clicks his tongue and adjusts to try again. ]

...

[ Distantly, he's aware that D hasn't taken a shot, that he hasn't even moved. Cedrik hopes that doesn't mean he's throwing...no, D wouldn't do that. He'd better not be.

Cedrik's second shot hits. A toothy basilisk drops down from the middle row, though it was a near thing. Another adjustment and Cedrik has it. He's always been a quick learner, especially with weapons...which thankfully includes toy versions of them.

Third shot, a harpy in the back row drops. Fourth shot, another. The fifth...Cedrik holds it, adjusting his aim higher up. The reaper will swing down once before the bell rings again. He could take the safer bet and go for the target's he's proven he can reliably hit.

He's taking the risk. ]

[damnpire]

[Cedrik continues to shoot the targets and is actually quite good at it. D keeps waiting. The Restless manning the stall finds D crazy, but also an easy money maker. Imagine losing all of the shots by not playing? After paying? Thanks.

Another, larger set of gears begin to click over the continuous sound of what's already running. He can hear them grinding. Suddenly and all at once, D's eyes refocus, and he swiftly lifts the rifle up to his shoulder without making the movements jerky. He pauses for only a second, then he fires.

The pellet springs out to hit the reaper right as it swings down and into view. Cedrik is free to also attempt a shot before it gets knocked backward. Carefully, D lowers the rifle, pulling the lever forward to roll another pellet in the chamber. Then he places the rifle down again on the counter.]

[heavenstorn]

[ Cedrik's got a set of ears on him as well--but he's not used to the ruckus all those mechanisms are causing. It's hard for him to pick them apart from one another. If he had enough time he could star learning the differences but 'less than a minute' is not quite enough to figure it out.

Instead it's D that Cedrik notices first, hearing the cloak move and seeing the rifle lift up from the corner of his eye, it's just enough to tell him what the dhampir is aiming for. The reaper. That has to be it.

Cedrik sees it drop and squeezes the trigger. It fires almost in sync with D's--almost. His own pellet zips through the air, just missing the target as it swings back out of sight. No luck. ]

Damn that's fast!

[ Cedrik lowers the rifle and he's laughing, the thrill lingering even though he's lost. D's good! But with practice, perhaps...?

Zenos was absolutely wrong about the Warrior of Light, by the way. Completely and utterly incorrect in his assessment. ]

[damnpire]

[HELP not zenos with bad takes.

Without saying anything yet, D lifts a hand and points at one of the prizes hanging above them. It takes the Restless a moment to get recollected after the wild shot, but they finally step up to retrieve the prize.

As soon as D gets it, he turns and offers it out to Cedrik: a simple, foam broadsword. Black. Looks kind of like Guts' sword really.]

...It wasn't a fair challenge.

[If he's anything, it's honest.]

[heavenstorn]

[ Cedrik has taken a small step back, fingers curled near his chin as he looks over the range and D by extension. Already he's wondering what he could do differently if they had a rematch...but he's content to leave it to imagination for now.

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When he's offered D's prize Cedrik's brow lifts in surprise before he lets out a chuckle, reaching to take the 'weapon' by the hilt. ]

If I didn't know better I'd suspect you were mocking me.

[ He gives it a little spin before resting the blade on his shoulder. ]

Some day I'll find a fair one for us, then I'll be the one impressing you.

[damnpire]

[SAVAGE SHOOTING GALLERY that's fair]

No.

[Said gently. He understands Cedrik is teasing him, but he wants Cedrik to be sure he isn't mocking anyway. His eyes shift to the other stalls from beneath the brim of the hat, then he looks again at Cedrik.]

Play one without me and show me then.

[Do something impressing while he isn't cheating as he plays.]

[heavenstorn]

[ Cedrik is sure. He hasn't known D long, but he likes to think he's learned about the sort of man he is. 'Not a sore winner' can definitely be counted among his many fine qualities. ]

That wouldn't be the same...but very well. Come, help me find something suitable, eh?

[ With the gifted foam sword on his shoulder, he's more determined than ever to win something fun for D in return...though he might have to break the 'no strenuous games' rule to do it. ]

(OOC: This thread has been a blast but is it ok if we wrap up/handwave the rest?)

[damnpire]

[yea yea, that's fine!!

they can play more games... d can be impressed...]