[Open] "Bored."

[seesobserves]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Open
WHAT: Working off some steam by way of target practice
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Skyhold training grounds
NOTES: Either prose or brackets welcome!

The first arrow seems to land wildly off-course, on the very edge of the target, but the archer who fired it keeps an impassive face while he raises the next one. To anyone who happens to be watching, it's clear this time that he actually is taking aim.

The second arrow hits the entire other edge of the target. Sherlock draws the third, notches it, takes aim.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. The arrows fly in more rapid succession as he goes on. While the lines aren't perfect, it soon becomes apparent that instead of aiming for the bulls-eye, he's firing a pattern into the target: specifically, a smiling face.

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril watches him with some curiosity when he realizes what Sherlock is, which is sometime after the mouth starts to form shape. He grins and waits for the human to finish.

"Imagine how'd that look in the back of a demon. They could probably use some cheering up."

Apologies for the late tag back!

[seesobserves]

Now that's a thought. Sherlock isn't typically one to make flourishes in actual combat — not, that is, except as a distraction technique — but that thought takes some of the sting out of the prospect of facing a demon. One corner of his mouth twitches toward a smirk.

"Letting them die with a smile? Probably more than they deserve," he remarks, starting on his way to retrieve the arrows.

[samahl]

"Definitely," Cyril replies. "But no less hilarious." He comes a little close and takes out his own bow. "We'll have to fire rapidly to make it work in the heat of battle though."

It's clear he's going to try to make the smiley face himself and see how quickly he can manage it.

[seesobserves]

Sherlock turns over his shoulder at the sound of the bow being drawn. Well. If the elf wants to try his hand at the game, he isn't going to stop him. He steps aside, out of the way of any potential wild shots.

"Rapidly while running and ducking, most likely," he points out. Though it wouldn't be impossible, necessarily...

[samahl]

Cyril chuckled just a bit. "Of course, but that's half of the fun." He takes a bit longer than Sherlock did to make the entire smiley face bit he manages without really missing any.

When he does he tilts his head a bit to the side. "The mouth is a little crooked... I'll have to work on that."