and then I passed out in the snow

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Church, the poor sobs trying to train or are nearby
WHAT: Someone got a crossbow at the suggestion of some spirit inhabiting a boy. It's got a trigger! See this for basically the gist.
WHEN: tbh a couple of afternoons in late Wintermarch. "today" mostly
WHERE: Training grounds (for bows, not the swordy part)
NOTES: There can be arrows to the knees injuries of the bow type if you'd really like, though it would be through hilarious and dangerous accident

Crossbows. Yeah, that sounded up his alley, the closest thing to a gun. He'd have to thank whatshisface. Cole. Yeah. Thank that tall squirrely kid. Church picked a basic, simple version from the armorer, a couple of bolts, and headed down to the training grounds where all those people practice with their weapons in safe-ish environments.

Okay, now, granted he should probably have told someone. Someone more in charge, maybe. But what's the point if you can't come down and train whenever you want? Huh? Obviously not everyone needs some teacher looming over their shoulder. He misses having a sight, though. Misses his rifle. Misses...a lot of things.

The shitty thing about missing targets though is that, well, bolts are kind of a finite resource. So are bullets, but he doesn't usually have to go hunting for them after. They end up...places. Places where bolts should not generally land, when one is hitting a target. No matter how he adjusts his stance, his sighting, his...literally anything, he never hits the goddamn target. If anyone watches him, there is not a single time a bolt hits at anything he's pointing at/aiming for. They sure end up in walls, and trees, and other targets somehow that aren't the one he's aiming at.

Someone maybe should stop him before he breaks his weapon or hurts someone.

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Well, I mean, the real phrase is 'lone wolf', but foxes? They kinda mean...trickery and stuff. But I dunno, you don't hear about a pack of foxes working together and stuff." He doesn't know anything about foxes except they're generally orange, and generally tricksy, and are generally dog-like. "Kinda ballsy, though, your dad just giving you some wild fox to tame from god knows where."

[foxsays]

"Even before Lux came into my life, I had the nickname Azarola - it means 'like a fox' in my native language." So it was already there, really, a quick mind easily bored without something to hold her attention. "Well he was a baby when I got him, just a little thing I could hold in my hands and carry about in my coat pocket but I already knew how to gamble and win as well as how to shoot straight, my father doesn't make his living by always playing it safe."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"So he's a pet and a friend? Or does he help you on your epic heists? Steal some meat off the counter while you shove all the valuables in a sack and sneak out? I've never had a pet, or literally ever taken care of an animal, ever." Though he makes a face. "Unless you count taking care of really, really stupid people."

[foxsays]

"All three, and sort of my son at times too because he was so little. Usually he's a lookout - he sees better in the dark than I do, he can smell someone and he certainly hears them coming before I will. I trained him with different barks and howls so I know how soon I need to leave or if I can stay put." That's the thing about foxes, they're so smart and have so much energy that teaching them makes sense anyway if you want to keep them out of the more destructive kinds of trouble. "It depends, do you have to feed the stupid people?"