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Luz Martin (4c) wrote in yegods,
@ 2012-07-08 13:41:00

Entry tags:

!log, maria de la luz martin, richard palmer

WHO Rick Palmer and Luz Martin
WHERE Warriors’ Guild
WHEN July 8th, 2012, afternoon
RATING G
SUMMARY Luz is actually learning how to use a bow and arrow. This is safe.
STATUS Complete

Luz’s future self had told her that it was important to focus on her archery skills right now. Luz didn’t know why, she hadn’t said, but it was an idea that suited Luz just fine. She had always liked the idea of archery. People always seemed to look cool doing it and she thought as the daughter of Apollo she might be naturally inclined toward it. It didn’t hurt that there had recently been a string of movies heavily featuring archers looking pretty damn bad ass. Luz wanted to look bad ass. She even put her hair into a side braid (sorta).

There was a section of the Warriors’ Guild set aside for archers. It looked vaguely like a normal shooting range that Luz had seen in movies or on television. She was separated by walls from her fellow archers, which was nice because it meant they couldn’t see how bad she was, but people walking behind could easily see and hear when she made a mistake. Luz had arrived at her spot on time and retrieved the bracelet from Apollo and put it on, causing a gold quiver with turquoise inlay designs containing golden arrows to appear on her back. The sorta side braid kept her hair mostly out of the way, because otherwise it would have been a disaster. Her bow, sadly, was not also gold, because Luz had bought it herself. It was a nice, shiny, sturdy wood with brass tips, with a very cool sort of curve to it. Luz didn’t know what the style was called, but it looked cool.

She had expertly removed an arrow from the quiver without having to look back, feeling pretty cool and ready to star in a movie herself, but it then took her three minutes to figure out how to hold the bow and the arrow together, let alone aim anything. But she got there eventually. It did feel nice to have the bow and arrow in her hand, and when she was holding it properly she could tell. She just needed to keep her elbows from sticking out at weird angles like that.

When she thought she had a good aim, when everything seemed to come into balanced focus, and Luz even had one eyes closed which made her feel super cool, she held her breath and released the arrow.

It sunk right into the wall just behind the target, missing the large circle by mere centimeters. “Puta madre!” Luz yelled, lowering her bow. What kind of daughter of Apollo couldn’t even hit the target? It had been so close! Though, at least, it hadn’t bounced off anywhere. It had hit something. Luz snarled down at it before reaching back and grabbing another arrow.

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strukbylytning
2012-07-08 10:21 pm UTC (link)

Rick had decided that it might be a good idea to brush up on some Norse mythology and even Heathenry after speaking with Valerie this afternoon. She seemed to feel rather alone in her practices, and he thought that if he was going to give her an outlet for discussion, he might want to be better educated to do so. While it was easy enough to do an online search for both, he felt that it might just behoove him to head down to the Catacombs, as well, and hit the library for a more realistic look into the Norse pantheon. Really, the only thing he could list off the top of his head was that Freya was a love goddess and had two blue cats that pulled her chariot. And he wasn't entirely sure about the blue cats.

Rick was a bit preoccupied thinking about his earlier conversation and was not paying particular attention to where he was going when he realized his feet had not taken him to his intended destination. He was actually outside the Warrior's Guild. In spite of his regular use of the department's gym, he didn't spend much time at the Guild. While he had learned how to fight quite well out of self-preservation - and to control anger issues as a younger man - he wouldn't really consider himself a warrior. Not the way many of the regulars here did. Maybe it was a matter of male pride - no one liked getting trounced - or maybe he simply didn't really enjoy fighting. In any case, he paused a moment before sighing and heading in. Perhaps he could find someone who wasn't out for blood to blow off some steam in a spar.

The son of Zeus was meandering down several of the corridors, checking the training rooms when he found himself at the archery field. Interesting. Much like swordplay, Rick felt that archery was an art form. More than using a gun anyway; not that he slighted himself with being adept at that particular skill. It just did not seem to have the same... grace. The detective was walking across the back of the training area, watching the different archers, when Luz's outburst drew his attention. It took only a moment for him to recognize that curly hair.

"Luz?" he said calmly, approaching cautiously. Startling her now, when she was preparing to nock the arrow, could be bad.

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4c
2012-07-08 10:47 pm UTC (link)

It still took Luz awhile to get the arrow into the right place, and her grip on the bow to be comfortable. It was very different than holding a violin, which was Luz's first thought to compare it to. All wooden instruments had to be compared to the violin. It had taken her awhile to get the feel for the violin, to understand the weight and the placement and the feel of it against the palm of her hand. Apparently she had been expecting the bow to fit into her hand the same way, although out in front of her instead of on her shoulder. The arrow, too, was similar but not the same feeling as her violin bow. Perhaps if the experience of holding the bow and arrow was entirely unique, and didn't keep reminding Luz of holding Fred, it might have been easier. Luz just had to move her hand and her fingers on the bow around until it felt right, until she found the grooves that had been carved into it for such a purpose. She set the arrow against the bow gently but with precision, just as if it were her violin and bow. They really were not, she decided, all that different. Only one made music and the other was a deadly weapon.

She had found the comfortable, balanced position, but had not yet begun to aim when she heard her name. Or the word 'loose,' she was always responding to that and it was always embarrassing. So she turned slowly, prepared to pretend she hadn't just turned to look up at nothing. Oh, but it was the son of Zeus. She knew him and he was looking at her. Luz lowered her bow and arrow, losing the comfortable position of the two things in her hands and turned to look at him.

"Hey Rich, what's up?" she asked, looking him over. He still didn't strike her as the mighty son of the king of the gods, but at least he was tall. "You here to play Katniss like me?"