InsaneJournal

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.