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eachdraidh2014-12-10 06:03 am
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Entry tags:
- ariadne: inception,
- chloe frazer: uncharted,
- erik lehnsherr: x-men,
- hiccup: httyd,
- jack frost: rise of the guardians,
- jon snow: asoiaf,
- junpei iori: persona 3,
- lancelot: bbc merlin,
- lancer: fate/stay night,
- merida: brave,
- pod: dragonlord series,
- reyna avila ramírez-arellano: pjo,
- shijima kurookano: nabari no ou,
- snow white: once upon a time,
- sokka: avatar
third arrow → VIDEO → both courts (forward dated a bit)
[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]
Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.
[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.
Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]
Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?
Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?
Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.
[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.
Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]
Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?
Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?
video;
Tell me your price an' I'll tell ye where I am.
video;
I like you.
[She's kind of adorable.]
And I've got nothing better to do at the moment. I'll take you for the ride, and you pay me what you think is fair.
[A good hunter could come in handy for future transactions, so Chloe thinks she ought to play nice.]
If you want help selling that buck, it'll cost you more. Though if you're going to sell it, make sure you think big. No use selling it any man in the market. Something like that would catch the eye of those with deep pockets.
video;
[She's met travelers before and seen traders in DunBroch, She knows how these things work. Merida tilts her head in consideration.]
Aye, that's what I'm thinkin'. I've been sellin' smaller game an' their pelts for less, but somethin' like him will get a noble's eye.
[If her dad was here, he'd be mounted and stuffed :|]
video;
Fine. Give me your location and I'll be there soon.
[ooc: Can do action tags if you'd like to continue! Or if not can handwave the ride.]
video;
[She inclines her head in thanks.]
My name's Merida of DunBroch, daughter of Fergus th' Bear King.
[ooc: I'm good either way :3 action tags are welcome]
video;/to action then!
Chloe Frazer. Nice to meet you.
[Luckily, being on the Southern Road, Merida isn't too hard to find. Chloe was worried she'd be stranded in a forest somewhere. And it's obvious enough when the ship approaches because The Black Pearl isn't exactly small. The ship lowers and lands in a clear area. Chloe is on deck and gives orders to the skeletons, who are also the crew, to lower a gangplank. This should be an easy trip and easy money.]
perma action
Easy, laddie, easy.
[Patting his neck and spotting Chloe, she curtsies.]
Thank ye, for comin' all this way.
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Not a problem. I'm new to this business, so any passengers are good.
[Another group of skeletons bring out a small table and a pair of chairs. This is practically a pleasure cruise.]
These lads will secure your deer in a cold box, if that's alright.
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[She can't help watching with some amusement as Angus visibly perks at the basket of carrots, ear flicking and whickering as he nudges Merida, who only giggles a little.]
Yes, yes, they're for ye, ye wee babe.
[She turns her attention back to Chloe, nodding.]
No sense in causin' his back tae give out just yet.