So Not Practising Archery Who: Yazoo, Loz, Kadaj and Ichigo What: Being aimlessly restless When: Afternoon Where: The lawns, archery range Status: Incomplete
"So you don't want to leave graffitti all over the hotel today?" Yazoo taunted Kadaj as the three roamed around outside restlessly and aimlessly.
"Let's paint the grass," Loz suggested, laughing heartily. Of course he'd been told about himself being the reason for Kadaj's day of vandalism. "Maybe blue stripes in one direction and yellow the other."
"Everyone knows blue and white is a better combination," Yazoo snapped back at him, after he'd been looking through some magazines in the library, including one about interior design. For some reason he found it highly amusing that humans devoted an entire publication to the way homes should look inside.
"Who's everyone?" the largest shinentai demanded.
Kadaj turned on them suddenly, slashing his katana down between them and darting away. He easily leapt up into the air, turning a somersault at roughly five stories up. Souba's blades glinted in the sunlight. He landed too lightly for gravity to possibly be working but nothing fell off the planet (or whatever they happened to be imprisoned on).
He ran off and they chased. Yazoo was easily as fast as his brother/fellow soul. Loz wasn't naturally as quick, his bulk slowing him down a fraction, but he could boost his speed into a blur they couldn't achieve. There was no reason to use the ability now except for play and Loz always liked playing. So he made a game of trying to figure which direction Kadaj would dash to and end up there before him. Usually he got it wrong but he laughed. He tried it anticipating where Yazoo would turn, doing this with more success. The eldest and middle silver haired men always worked together like they were one person. They retained much of the previous connection, never mind that it was Yazoo and Kadaj who resemembled one another the most physically.
After a few more minutes of this game, they came within view of the archery range. The targets were lined up like a regiment, currently not being shot at by any 'guest'. "Hn," Yazoo uttered. He reached behind to pull his gunblade out and took aim at one, hitting dead center. "Well that's boring," he decided. His cat eyes narrowed. Shooting again, he sent the next bullet through the same hole perfectly.
"Let's make a picture," Loz suggested. He unholstered his gunblade, which he had strapped to his leg. Aiming easily, he made a hole next to the one Yazoo started with.
"What are you making a picture of?" Kadaj demanded.
"We don't know." Yazoo shrugged elegantly. He made the next bullet hole in the target and so it went for a few minutes until the outline roughly resembled a chocobo head.
Then they heard someone walking up toward the archery range and turned as one to see who it was. Kadaj swung Souba through the air, making a loud swishing/roaring sound. Loz and Yazoo had their gunblades in hand. The weapons smoked lightly.