a melancholy town where we never smile | au, crossbow practice

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    Soren had her short back hair tied up behind her head, and was loading a metal bolt into her ebony crossbow. She had decided that it was the perfect time to begin practicing once more, so she'd set up a painted mannequin target, and was now aiming at it. In a singular, fluid movement, Soren had released the bolt, which flew into the mannequin. A few strands of straw flew out of the mannequin as it shook, finally steadying itself. Soren squinted to see where her bolt had it - and then sighed. It was just off centre - would have shattered the sternum, but not penetrated the heart.

    this is open right? lemme know if not


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    But this didn't stop her from enjoying herself while she watched other show off their skills. Shavronne was an avid watcher of tourneys and the training ground was where she could be found at(though she would sit on the sidelines) if not in the library. So the Bolton approached the familiar woman with a slight smile playing on her lips, "You're quite a good shot."
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    [font=georgia]Fortinbras did not enjoy fighting with bows; he had found that through some flaw he had been born with even training could not improve his dismal aim. He was better off clubbing his enemies with the unstrung bow than actually firing arrows at them. He was not bad with blunt weapons, but if given the choice he preferred the sword, specifically broadswords. He could find his way around a rapier but they'd always been too fiddly for his taste. The tall, dark-haired man strolled over after Shavronne, the black, silver, and green sigil around his neck - predictably, the sigil of his own house - glinting in the sun. "Terrific." agreed Fort. [b]"How did you learn?"

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
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    While the first shot of the crossbow was always faster, in the time it took to reload a second bolt, Oliver could shoot off three or four arrows with deadly accuracy. On top of that, while at close range both weapons did about the same amount of damage, a bow's range vastly outmatched a crossbow's.


    Today the Stark head hadn't brought his set, but he hadn't intended on practicing his skill. Nowadays he reserved that for when he was alone at Winterfell, in his northern hideout, or giving archery lessons.


    "[color=green]Good shot," he grunted with crossed arms as his eyes viewed the mannequin.


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    /it's hella open


    Soren's eyes fled from her crossbow and towards the three new voices, who seemed to all be complementing her shot. "Thank you," she said, pausing awkwardly - what in the seven hells was the plural for lords and ladies? She stood awkwardly, before straightening up. "I've heard you're not such a bad shot either, Lord Stark," she said, addressing the male. Although she was sure that Fortinbras could hold himself well in a fight (and Shavronne in a wit battle, for that matter), she was eager to see the archery skills of the Stark.

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    He nodded. "[color=green]Indeed, I've heard that as well,    " he said, as a smile tugged the edge of his lips. "[color=green]Tell me, how long have you worked with the crossbow?    " he asked, as he scratched the stubble on his chin absentmindedly.


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    Soren exhaled sharply, a small, breathless chuckle escaping her lips. She examined the male as he spoke, readying another bolt on her crossbow. Of course, she could do it quicker, but she was distracted. "I come from a lowborn family, my father was an archer with a speciality in crossbows... He never taught me, but I watched him enough to learn," she said bluntly. Her father had never favoured her because of her gender, instead favouring Soren's younger brother.

    [font=georgia]Fortinbras took a seat on the frozen ground and crossed his long legs, idly listening in to the conversation of Oliver and Soren. [b]"That's quite impressive, then. You must have excellent visual learning capabilities."

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    She observed for now, the conversation had nothing that she could add just yet. But the blonde woman found it quite surprising that the Lynderly sat on the bare ground. It was something she wouldn't have expected of him to do. Interesting. "We'll all have to go out for a hunt sometime," the Bolton finally spoke with lightness in her tone," I'm sure we could arrange a hunting party of sorts near King's Landing, of course, with the permission of King Jaehaerys." Wouldn't that be fun? Maybe there would be an accident? Someone will be shot by mistake? Lethally or not, it would help someone's house. Perhaps hers? She wasn't looking for power but her spite made her devious.
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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"



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    The Stark lord nodded again. "[color=green]Ever thought about using a bow, like maybe a recurve?    " He'd crafted a few recurve bows himself, and the draw strength required wasn't as much.


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    [size=7pt]Percy didn't or couldn't remember what he was good at. Dirty brown curls hung past his shoulder. He kept shoving it back some just to stare in awe. Honestly his dark brown eyes shown honest interest in something other then a lost stare. He stood distant from the adults. Hands shoved in his rag tag items. Maybe when he's less nervous he'd ask about the different kinds.. but that maybe no time soon.. Nope Percy still felt it of place.[/size]

    "Thank you, sir," Soren said to the Lynderly, smiling and dipping her head. Although she seemed social, the female had no idea how to act around the lords and ladies unless they seemed more down to earth. As Shavronne spoke, she turned her attention to listen to the Bolton, before nodding. She was being invited hunting? Wow, this was pretty good. "I'd love that, a good hunt always lifts one's spirits," she said, momentarily taking her guard down.


    When Oliver asked her about the bows, Soren let out a short laugh. "Bows don't seem to suit me. Although, I've not tried a recurve..." she added on honestly, furrowing her brow and frowning lopsidedly. That was when something caught her vision, someone with dirty brown hair, wearing rags. He - whoever it was - appeared to be showing a great deal of interest in her crossbow, and she gestured for them to come over.

    [size=7pt]Firstly he didn't move an inch from the area in which he stood very distant. Ducking his gaze he could only laugh at himself for standing still. Well, he stiffly walked over with his skull left hung. Why because why not.. Crap! He clenched his fists in his pockets feeling that nervous twitch in the spine again.


    Finally up close as he'd awkwardly bow and looked far away from them. H-Hello .. then .. eh he forgot who was who.. crap to much to remember.. such little time to try.


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    Oliver Queen-Stark
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    He nodded. "[color=green]I've a few spares around, I'll give you one to try out, if you'd like.    " Of course, 'a few' was a bit of an understatement, unless five wasn't considered that many. On top of that, he had two longbows, and three other compound bows (excluding his favored bow).


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    Soren smiled towards the boy, before turning her attention back to Oliver. Her smile grew even larger as he said that she could borrow a bow. "That would be brilliant, Lord Stark," she said, exhaling slightly.

    [size=7pt] Could I watch?.. he questioned with a half smile. He was interested in bows yet. Didn't learn them, didn't have much free time. Honestly he was good at hunting with his dagger and hand. [/size]

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    Oliver Queen-Stark
    "The Arrow"



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    He nodded. "[color=green]I'll have it sent to you by the end of the week,    " the Stark Lord promised.


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    Soren nodded at Percy, smiling awkwardly. She was not used to being around kids, although it didn't mean that she didn't like them. She looked back up at Oliver's remark, aiming her crossbow and shooting another bolt. Slightly off centre - she scowled. "Thank you, Lord Stark."