WHO: Yngvi, Tavin, Iris; open WHAT: Stuff, things WHEN: Wintermarch WHERE: In and around Kirkwall NOTES: Grab me on plurk/discord if you want something specific that's not there. Action brackets or prose, either is fine.
i; To say it's been a while is charitable. Putting it mildly. The thing is that Tavin's not some entirely defenseless idiot but when you've got the coin for it and you're recording what's going on, you don't always need to be the one with the weapons. Hence why the bow in his hands doesn't look like it's seen much use in the past year if it's seen any at all beyond someone confirming yes that's the bow for you.
Still, he's here now, Riftwatch, and there's a space to practice.
And he's not terrible just—
He thought he was better? No he definitely was. A while back. (When were the wyverns? He can't remember, it's hardly important.) But he goes through it all, aim, draw, release—
There are a lot of arrows to go collect, point and laugh, give him some pointers, or maybe it's time for him to stop because sometimes you just make it worse for yourself in the end.
ii; Officially Tavin doesn't have a space but if there's something you get good at when you're in the state of semi-perpetual researcher and never quite taking up that full scholarly position because that would mean too little time doing fieldwork and far too much time arguing with stodgy old men (most of them Orlesian), then you just sort of. Find a space. Which is what Tavin's done. Multiple times. Moving whenever he has to because you don't do all the work he gets up to in the privacy of your bedroom unless there's no other option.
Unfortunately without students, when you're elbow deep in innards, there's no one to assist and Cedric might want to but only with his mouth and that's the opposite of helping at this stage so Tavin heaves a sigh and leans in the direction of the open door as much as he dares.
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tavin
To say it's been a while is charitable. Putting it mildly. The thing is that Tavin's not some entirely defenseless idiot but when you've got the coin for it and you're recording what's going on, you don't always need to be the one with the weapons. Hence why the bow in his hands doesn't look like it's seen much use in the past year if it's seen any at all beyond someone confirming yes that's the bow for you.
Still, he's here now, Riftwatch, and there's a space to practice.
And he's not terrible just—
He thought he was better? No he definitely was. A while back. (When were the wyverns? He can't remember, it's hardly important.) But he goes through it all, aim, draw, release—
There are a lot of arrows to go collect, point and laugh, give him some pointers, or maybe it's time for him to stop because sometimes you just make it worse for yourself in the end.
ii;
Officially Tavin doesn't have a space but if there's something you get good at when you're in the state of semi-perpetual researcher and never quite taking up that full scholarly position because that would mean too little time doing fieldwork and far too much time arguing with stodgy old men (most of them Orlesian), then you just sort of. Find a space. Which is what Tavin's done. Multiple times. Moving whenever he has to because you don't do all the work he gets up to in the privacy of your bedroom unless there's no other option.
Unfortunately without students, when you're elbow deep in innards, there's no one to assist and Cedric might want to but only with his mouth and that's the opposite of helping at this stage so Tavin heaves a sigh and leans in the direction of the open door as much as he dares.
"A little help! Only a moment of your time!"
iii;
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