Who: Locke and Liadan What: Nighttime Nonsense Where: The Forest When: September 7th, approximately 8:00 p.m. (backdated) Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
Breathe in. Breathe out. Wind up and release. *THOT*
The knife quivered slightly before ceasing to move. It had struck the watermelon dead center.
A good throw from two ten-yards, Locke thought. Four rotations, blade first; an excellent warm up, but too easy. I'll need to throw something lighter at something smaller.
He reached into his satchel, pulling out the next smallest item: a handle-less blade. Good throwing knives had no handles, making them fly truer, but incredibly difficult to use in hand, against an opponent. Going through the cooler, Locke placed a durian fruit next to the watermelon. Just as he had hoped, it was slightly smaller than the previous fruit.
Once more, four rotations. Breathe in. Breathe out. Wind up and release. *THOT*
A more relaxed throw than the first, Locke's body was remembering the motions. Peering into the satchel again, he glanced over its contents. Among other things, there was a couple darts, pens, flat discs, even a few pins. No point not being able to throw even the smallest of items. You never know what you'll have on hand in a pinch.
Locke pulled out a box cutter with a silver handle. He had found this in an artist studio on campus. The handle gave it good weight and he was curious as to how well it would perform in a throw. Walking to the cooler, Locke pulled out a pineapple, smaller still than the durian.
All beware Locke, Barrager of the Bromeliad! Breathe in. Breathe out. Wind up and r-Liadan?
Frozen in mid throw, Locke saw Liadan emerge out of the trees to his right. What was she doing here? he wondered, realizing just too late that recognition was not in her eyes, only terror.
Shit! You son of a motherless goat, you've panicked her! Easy now. No sudden movements, just slowly turn to her and-
Liadan took off, dropping her shoes and sprinting into the darkness.
Locke, made to follow her, then looked at the blade in his hand and thought better of the situation. Chuckling to himself, he shouted into the darkness, "It's a little late for flying kites, is it not?"
Quickly, Locke took the two knifes and the box cutter and placed them back in his satchel. Then he put the fruit back into the cooler and returned to where he was standing. I guess training's over for tonight, he thought.
Moments later, Liadan appeared from the trees. "Locke? I didn't recognize you in the dark. What are you doing out here?" she inquired.
"Scaring you half to death, it seems." By the grace of the Benefactor, she did not see what you were doing, you fortuitous rube! "I was just resealing the contents of my larder. I might ask of you the same; what finds you out and about in my wood so late?"
"I was trying to gather some herbs that only grow in the night, when I heard noises."
"And so you followed them into the dark?" remarked Locke. He was thoroughly amused at such a course of action.
Liadan blushed and bowed her head in deference, deeply aware of her tactical blunder. "No matter," replied Locke. "Come. I will escort you to the dorms. These woods need no visitors at this hour."
And the Crooked Warden needs no divine who stumbles blindly into exigency, you witless fuck.
Briskly, Locke and Liadan made their way out of the wood and back to Mallett Hall.