[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.

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[slipshot]

Just as the smiley face is about to be finished, an arrow streaks out from behind Sherlock somewhere on his left, and slams into place - the mismatched fletching giving the smiley face a mis-coloured tooth.

The archer grins as he steps up to Sherlock's side, admiring the man's handiwork.

"Not bad at all. Though now I'd feel a bit bad firing into it again. It's so happy - why ruin it?"

[equanimiti]

A small legion of five or so Templar come galloping into the Skyhold upon horseback after spending most of the early morning in search of someone. It's a somewhat noisy but organized affair ad each Templar stable their horses. Alayre is amongst them and he looks particularly grim as he pulls his white steed by its reins.

He passes briefly by the training grounds to catch sight of the archer hard at training. At first, he doesn't give the man a second glance until he spots the bulls eye. It's then that he stops with a slight smile upon his fatigued face.

"Feeling cheerful?" He calls out to the archer.

[amygdalae]

Bruce always kept himself busy in Skyhold as much as he could; being busy meant more reasons to not deal with people he'd rather not have to talk to, and he was here to do a job in the first place, anyway.

The particular spot where Bruce needed to go to at this time did involve him having to pass by what counted as the Inquisition's archery range, or something like that. Normally at this time there really wouldn't be much people around, but today clearly something had changed.

Bruce blinked at the sight of multiple arrows stuck onto the target, blinking again when a new one jabbed itself in along with the others. He turned his gaze on the direction it had come from, eventually getting to the point where the shot was fired. He looked at the man (archer?) as he nocked a new arrow and shot it without even pausing for a moment to aim. Either he was very good or, well, just wanted to shoot for the heck of it.

[savethecat]

Gorse was going to get some practice in as well, but seeing Sherlock in the middle of his work gave the tall Vashoth some pause. There was clearly a reason to his missing, so Gorse was of course curious. Nothing better to do, he watched. When the smiley face began to take a visible shape...

Gorse laughed, delighted, and gave an impressed whistle.

"Well wouldja look at that! That's clever!"

[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."

[nofury]

While their currently limited supplies underlined the needed, the truth was all equipment needed to be maintained at some point or another. So while training is all well and good, today Maria had taken a seat in the courtyard to clean her training swords and shields over putting them into use. Which means she's there to witness the creation of the smiling horror from inception to completion, even letting out a small scoff of a laugh when he's about half way through and the ultimate shape becomes clear. But she waits until he's done to call out across the short distance between them.

"It can't be bad as all that."

Hope you don't mind a late tag!

[aggregiopavali]

He'd been watching carefully as the man created his pattern. He didn't understand it, but it did amuse him to see this smile created. Oddly enough, he could understand something of the sentiment behind it.

"An interesting use of arrows," he decided, walking closer, his own great sword on his back, nearly as big as him. He'd been on his way to blow off some steam by using training dummies himself.

[girlinthebox]

That there is the sharp smile of a cynic. Not friendly but humorous in its way, dry as stone. Smiles as weapons? Perhaps. Wouldn't work as well the other way around...

River's gaze is rather unerring from the ledge she's found to perch on top of, bare feet dangling. She's obviously studying him and not being at all subtle in the process, but if he's noticed -- of course he has, he's very observant -- he appears to be focused still on his little project.

For lack of anything better to do. There's some sympathy there. She had to get out and away from the medic tents or risk winding herself up into a knot.