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Der Tod (touto_kaka) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-07-02 20:19:00

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active, day fourteen, der tod, legolas greenleaf

WHO: Der Tod & Legolas
WHAT: Immortal Elf + Death = Fun Times?
WHEN: Day 14, early morning
WHERE: By the archery games
WARNINGS: PG-13
STATUS: Incomplete

Another day, another strange permutation to this already strange place. It was becoming almost routine. Der Tod wandered the new arraignment of streets, mind still mostly musing a way out of here, and barring that, a way to regain his own power and authority. The novels he'd picked up from the library had been pleasantly distracting enough, but he was restless. Stripped of everything, there was nothing left for him to do, and that was leaving him all too often alone with thoughts he still wasn't sure he wanted to deal with. Damn that woman... So he'd left his room early this morning, hoping the walk would be distracting enough.

The sun had just crested the horizon when a small goblin hand reached for the edge of his cloak. Offended that one of the creatures had dared such a thing he twitched the fabric out of its grasp with a warning hiss of displeasure. The sound didn't seem to phase the creature, which just pointed at a carved wooded sign that read "Archery". Der Tod glanced at the sign and back at the creature, one eyebrow raised. "This is more of your... sport, isn't it?" he asked. The creature nodded again and Der Tod sighed. Well, why not. It would be distracting, and maybe he could close his eyes and pretend something was actually dying.

He let the goblin set him up with a bow and arrows, and set about firing them, one after the other towards the set up target. They hit with a satisfying thunk, but even with eyes closed he could tell they had no appreciative effect. As the last one hit the target he sighed and opened his eyes, wondering briefly if he would have been 'allowed' to shoot the goblin instead. Five arrows sat in the target, none exactly on the bullseye, but all on places that had the target been human would have resulted in a killing shot. Der Tod allowed himself a small smile before he realized someone else had come into the little area. Normally he wasn't so distracted that he wouldn't notice... And then he took a better look at the man who'd entered and gave a slight nod. That would explain it. This 'man' was one of those odd presences he'd felt. The ones that weren't human.

"Good morning... sir" he said, with all his usual charm. "Come to play at hunting?" There was a healthy dose of derision in his tone, but also an honest question. He could tell the other man had seen death, had dealt death. And that always made a person more interesting.

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princegreenleaf
2009-07-03 07:36 am UTC (link)

The young prince of Mirkwood had been in this setting before, and he liked it. It reminded him a little of home, though, of course, there were differences. But, in general, the feel was the same, and he felt comfortable here. Of course, he was a little surprised by the fact that it had changed so quickly, but he would adapt. In the meantime, even if this was gone tomorrow, he would enjoy it while it lasted. In fact, if it was going to be, that was all the more reason to get out and enjoy it while he could.

The house he shared with Giselle was linked to his original room in the city at the entrance to the Labyrinth, and it was simple enough to step through and into the Ren Faire. Pleased, he looked around and nodded to himself in satisfaction. There was so much to do! Maybe he could dance, or go to the music tent, or track down some of the food he could smell that might be crude and human, but still tasted amazing.

Still, in the end, there was no real contest. Though Pandora's attack on him had not left him overly traumatized, he was cautious enough not to want it to happen again. Archery, then, at the big fancy range he knew that this setting boasted. So, with an undeniable eagerness, he headed to the archery range, taking his bow from his shoulder as he went. He stopped, though, when he saw someone else was already there. This was a first, and definitely interesting.

"Greetings, friend!" He smiled in warm welcome, approaching once he saw that the other had seen him and wasn't shooting anymore. "Hail and well met! I was merely admiring your skill. I had thought to come practice, yes, but if you are busy, I shall come back later." He looked at him anxiously, hoping he wasn't interupting him.

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touto_kaka
2009-07-03 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Der Tod shrugged as he watched the goblin scamper to the target and begin removing the arrows. "You are not interrupting" he said. "I was just attempting to keep myself amused."

The goblin returned with the arrows, and Der Tod accepted them from the creature, stepping up to the line. He wondered if the creature would realize the significance if he hit goblin-sized killing shots. It wouldn't hurt to try. He fired two arrows off, one after the other, and was satisfied to see the goblin wince as the first hit where its throat would be and the second pierced through an eye. He favored the creature with a cold smile before gesturing to Legolas.

"There is more than enough room here for both of us to... practice." His tone indicated that he didn't consider what he was doing to be practice of any sort. And why should it be? A bow was a tool of death dealing, in a way a mere extension of himself. Why would he need practice to hit just where he needed to?