Forge (![]() ![]() @ 2012-01-29 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | forge, roy harper |
WHO: Forge and Roy
WHAT: Roy is shooting things with pointy sticks. Forge is keeping him company.
WHEN: January 29th. Afternoon
WHERE: Mansion grounds, where Roy has set up an Archery range
RATING: Badass
STATUS: In Progress
Forge was sitting on a bench behind Roy, surrounded by all kinds of bits and pieces and tools and circuits. He was working on a miniature security system that he was going to install on Raven's room door next time she was out. Retinal scanning, voice ID, thumb-print scanning, the works. That was bound to be a nice surprise for her, he thought. Meanwhile, Roy seemed to be happily murdering paper targets for whatever reason.
"Dude... Roy, hey, Roy, stop. I need you to come here and hold this for me. Roy. Roy. Rooooooooooy. Hey, Roy..." he said, needing an extra pair of hands to help steady things while he sorted out a fairly tricky bit of soldering. Looking up, he tried to work out why everything looked fucked-up and then he remembered he was wearing his work goggles which magnified everything by about twenty times. "Fuck... fucking hell... Roy, hey... ROY!"