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fluxscape2021-03-26 09:53 pm
monstrslayr) wrote in fluxscape2021-03-26 09:53 pm
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Even If It Hurts [Open]
Who: Orion Ayers and YOU!
What: Arriving and at the archery range
Where: Around Driftcrest and the Metroplex
When: 26th; day
Warnings: N/A; will update if needed!
a. [Arrival]
It wasn't every day that Orion found himself kidnapped. In fact, somehow, surprisingly, he'd never been kidnapped before. It was surprising because of his dealings with the gods and when you got tangled up with celestial deities, anything could happen. He wasn't sure if a god was behind this though, or something else. What could have the power to shift reality, apparently, that wasn't a god? Something worse, maybe.
He had things to do; he couldn't afford to be here, slogging through the snow, trying not to slip-slide around everywhere. In sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt, he really wasn't cut out for this weather. At all. He was even less cut out for suddenly losing his balance and landing on his ass on the sidewalk. Swearing as he went down, flailing his arms. He might have been a monster hunter and expert fighter, but he was no match for mother nature. His only consolation was that he probably wouldn't even bruise.
"Motherf-" he grumbled under his breath as he pushed himself back to his feet. Almost immediately, he started to lose his balance again and reached out to grab onto the closest thing. Which happened to be a person. "Whoops! Sorry. Just-- Not-- Things aren't going well."
b. [Metroplex; Archery Range]
Another consolation was reaching his appointedprison apartment and discovering his compound bow, among other things, in a box. His broken family sword felt like a taunt, a reminder that he had things to do and people he'd failed. Taking the bow and his arrows, he'd headed back out, braving the cold and snow in search of an archery range.
Somebody else would probably have spent some time freaking out, maybe demanding answers, but Orion poured his energy into archery. There was a sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, something bitter and angry. He was, maybe, a little too focused on letting the arrows fly once he set himself up at the range. One of them punched almost all the way through the target, and another knocked a first off the target, sending them both scattering across the ground. They were all perfect shots, but he was putting too much strength into them.
Lowering his bow to his side, he scrubbed his other hand across his face, taking a deep breath. After putting his bow down, he went to collect his arrows, inspecting the ones he'd knocked to the ground to make sure he hadn't actually damaged them. They looked okay, which was a relief because the last thing he needed after getting kidnapped was to damage things he probably needed.
He took another deep breath. Then another. Then he shook himself out, trying to work the tension out of his shoulders. Picking up his bow again, he nocked another arrow, exhaling as he shot.
Glancing to the side, he caught someone watching him. "What?"
What: Arriving and at the archery range
Where: Around Driftcrest and the Metroplex
When: 26th; day
Warnings: N/A; will update if needed!
a. [Arrival]
It wasn't every day that Orion found himself kidnapped. In fact, somehow, surprisingly, he'd never been kidnapped before. It was surprising because of his dealings with the gods and when you got tangled up with celestial deities, anything could happen. He wasn't sure if a god was behind this though, or something else. What could have the power to shift reality, apparently, that wasn't a god? Something worse, maybe.
He had things to do; he couldn't afford to be here, slogging through the snow, trying not to slip-slide around everywhere. In sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt, he really wasn't cut out for this weather. At all. He was even less cut out for suddenly losing his balance and landing on his ass on the sidewalk. Swearing as he went down, flailing his arms. He might have been a monster hunter and expert fighter, but he was no match for mother nature. His only consolation was that he probably wouldn't even bruise.
"Motherf-" he grumbled under his breath as he pushed himself back to his feet. Almost immediately, he started to lose his balance again and reached out to grab onto the closest thing. Which happened to be a person. "Whoops! Sorry. Just-- Not-- Things aren't going well."
b. [Metroplex; Archery Range]
Another consolation was reaching his appointed
Somebody else would probably have spent some time freaking out, maybe demanding answers, but Orion poured his energy into archery. There was a sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, something bitter and angry. He was, maybe, a little too focused on letting the arrows fly once he set himself up at the range. One of them punched almost all the way through the target, and another knocked a first off the target, sending them both scattering across the ground. They were all perfect shots, but he was putting too much strength into them.
Lowering his bow to his side, he scrubbed his other hand across his face, taking a deep breath. After putting his bow down, he went to collect his arrows, inspecting the ones he'd knocked to the ground to make sure he hadn't actually damaged them. They looked okay, which was a relief because the last thing he needed after getting kidnapped was to damage things he probably needed.
He took another deep breath. Then another. Then he shook himself out, trying to work the tension out of his shoulders. Picking up his bow again, he nocked another arrow, exhaling as he shot.
Glancing to the side, he caught someone watching him. "What?"