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The Sixth Iteration ([personal profile] sixthiteration) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2019-01-24 03:17 pm

[MINGLE] One-Man Show

WHERE: Inari Shrine and elsewhere
WHEN: 25 January 2019 through ?
OPEN TO: All opted in characters
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ombranera: (It cannot truly be so bad as all that)

[personal profile] ombranera 2019-02-04 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Six of one, half a dozen of the other. It pays to have a variety on hand as you never know what manner of trouble you will find in the wilds." This wood isn't half as wild and strange as those he'd met in Ferelden but- there is a tension in the air he cannot shake.

Perhaps it is the after effects of everything they've seen and endured.

Perhaps it is the foxes yet in the wood, darting through the shadows.

Or perhaps it is nothing more than the worries of an overtaxed mind. Time, and rest, will tell.
lastofthekellys: (Irish rose)

[personal profile] lastofthekellys 2019-02-07 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, she considers asking to borrow one. She does have excellent aim, even if knives had never really been her skill. And it'd.... it would make her feel better.

She dismisses it. Anything coming close enough for her to stab or swipe, she could more easily kick or punch, and have a better effect. And throwing - no, she'd lose the blade, and then where would she be. Not for the first time, she wishes for a gun. If nothing else, the sound from one shot should be enough to scare off any of the strange foxes.

"True enough," is what Kate says, considering him and then glancing back at the treeline. There'd been a flicker of.... something. Oh, she'd believed Mr Arainai said it was clear of foxes, he seemed a man who could spot most things. But there were other things. Other things that hid. And, too, there is the wind, making them jump at shadows.

"Though I must confess, it's hard picturin' a throwing knife bringin' down somethin' like a deer or a kangaroo."