[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

[amygdalae]

There was truth to what the man was saying, but Bruce himself wasn't one to go into the politics of the issue. For him, it didn't matter - all he saw was somebody he knew being unjustly threatened, and tried to help.

Still, he frowned a little at how obvious the fake-cheeriness was, not entirely approving of that. Of course he knew he had no right to really give any opinions, but false words as such never rubbed him the right way. "We're all here to help, regardless of our opinions on several matters." He tried his best to choose his words carefully, wanting to sound as neutral as possible - stepping on toes was never want he wanted to do. "Otherwise we won't even have a place to have our differences on."