[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

[savethecat]

Most would say that Gorse wasn't exactly the standard Qunari. He laughed, in any case, as though Sherlock had said something cleverly witty, too genuine to be faked.

"Oh, sure, not right now anyway. I guess even this seems like a lot of excitement for the likes of me though. Rebuilding a keep practically from the ground up, makin' sure none of the walls get torn down by the vines and all the preparing for the eventual dragons, darkspawn, and ancient gods. Things more exciting where you're from?" He asked, and... there was absolutely no trace of sarcasm in the statement. He genuinely was curious.

[seesobserves]

Sherlock's eyes popped slightly, a silent commentary on the question. More exciting than rebuilding walls and attempting to fortify. Low bar to clear.

"Murder, thievery, missing nobility... the occasional darkspawn rebellion," he added, tossing the reference over his shoulder. "Amaranthine sees its fair share of excitement, albeit of the more ordinary kind."

[savethecat]

"That definitely sounds like a more exciting place than here when you put it that way." Gorse said agreeibly, casting his gaze out across the comparatively downright sleepy courtyard. He was trying to imagine living in a place that Sherlock described, with the addition of all of those happening at the same time.

"That would probably be too scary for the likes of me, you must be real brave for that kinda life."

[seesobserves]

That got another scrutinizing, semi-amused look. Too scary. Then again, he may have been approaching the details from the wrong angle. The qunari was big, as they all were, but on a second glance... those were not well-developed muscles. The scar and the broken horn denoted some sort of violence in the past, but that didn't mean battle. Not necessarily.

"Well," he concluded, landing on a tone that managed to be simultaneously congenial and dismissive, "Someone's got to do the grunt work."

[savethecat]

Gorse certainly didn't hold himself like a fighter. More like a farmer. He knew how to shoot and arrow and skin and prepare hunted game but he'd likely break his thumb if he tried to ever throw a punch.

Not that he ever would, that could seriously hurt someone.

"How's that sayin' go? 'It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it'?"

[seesobserves]

Sherlock gave a cat-like smile over his shoulder, a sort of bow with his head.

"And the Inquisition thanks you for your service."