"H... hello? Um, this is me-- ah, Noire! I'm Noire, and I'm very sorry for missing you somehow... I promise I'm not avoiding you, unless you're scary or you're Mo-- trying to curse me. U-um, so when I can figure out how to-- ( beeps ensue, followed by a shriek of fright ) O-oh, no! What did I push, how do I-- make it-- oh gods, did I break it?! W-why can't we just talk in person?!"
[ The response comes seriously, because if there's one thing he can calm down and concentrate on, it's learning. He takes the bow and nocks an arrow to the string. Then he inhales and lifts, drawing the arrow back to his cheek as directed, and takes aim at the dummy. He holds there for a moment so that Noire can correct his form if need be, arms shaking badly from both the tension and the fact that he hasn't eaten much in far too long. ]
[ It's something Noire can hardly miss, but even as she frowns, concern evident in her eyes, she takes archery and teaching Morgan how to do it very seriously. So she nudges his back foot to get him to slide it further back, checks to make sure the arrow is level, and rests her hands under his arms briefly, to help steady them. ]
Breathe out, slowly. If you're too tense and your breathing is too shallow, you'll lose your focus on your target.
[ He fixes his back foot and tries to relax a little, feeling how unsteady his arms are on top of Noire's hands. Then he exhales slowly... and releases.
The arrow misses Wallop's head by a good foot. Not good... even for a second-rate archer. Morgan frowns and reaches for another arrow, disappointed but determined to do better. ]
[ That dummy must be breathing a sigh of relief right about now. Noire won't offer advice, simply watching his stance, and correcting where she sees a need for improvement. But-- ]
Did I ever tell you that when I first started out, my aim was completely off, I couldn't hold the bow right, and I shot an arrow into a river, instead of the target? I was so worried about losing it that I tried going in there to find it, and I wound up with a cold for a week.
[ He fires a little more smoothly with each arrow, though his aim still isn't up to par with his usual ability. But he does smile at Noire's story, a bit of the stiffness leaving his shoulders. ]
That does sound like you. Always putting everything else ahead of you.
[ She smiles then, shaking her head. There; he's looking a little more relaxed now. That ought to help. ]
In the end, I was more of an inconvenience than anything. But it really taught me to treasure my weapon more-- and to do that, I had to make myself stronger.
[ Finally, an arrow thunks into one of the dummy's eyes. He fires another arrow smoothly to pierce the other eye (imperfectly, but good enough for today), then aims next for the dummy's heart. ]
And look at how far you've come, huh? Now you've got a pupil of your own.
[ it's better than moping, at least?? After he lets fly the last arrow, he taps his head. ]
I guess there's so much empty space up here that there's always room for more. And it's all about the technique! That's the difference between your ability and mine, right?
[ He walks on over to the target board and starts tugging arrows out. ]
But then you have to worry about the wind, ammunition, leading your target... getting whapped in the face by the bowstring. [ yeah ow. ] When it comes to swordplay, all you have to do is be better than the person you're fighting. But when it comes to archery, you have to be perfect every time. And that's pretty impressive!
[ Here, she'll help. Poor Sir Wallop Wallace, he really did a number on you. ]
It's more of a relief when you can put some distance in between you and the enemy... but I'm also impressed by the way all of you can engage them so fearlessly. [ Without resorting to BLOOD AND THUNDER, anyway. ]
Still, it's good to have some experience in several types of fighting, so I'm glad I can help this much. Even if we really need to get you a bow of your own.
[ She'll look them over later, make sure she doesn't need to sharpen the tips. They can get a bit blunt, with enough practice. For now, she merely blinks at him. ]
I could still... um, offer advice? I don't consider it being bugged at all.
... Oh, right, you weren't here then. A lot of us went to that store to try and make it through, but our group was the only one who did. Except that when we got out on the other side, there was a very big, spiraling city, and soldiers who weren't all that happy to see us.
[ So she'd died. After a few seconds, she adds-- ]
That might have been where they took you. We only got through because Beast Boy managed to impersonate Kite.
What I'd really like is for us to get our hands on a couple of guns of our own. Something small like Joel's... but I doubt we'll find things like that just lying around.
[ He sighs a little and rubs his neck absently. And maybe it's this dying heart dragging him down, but optimism is a bit hard at the moment. Guns... ]
When Masaomi came to take me, all he had to do was point a gun at me and I knew I couldn't win. I could survive an arrow or work past a sword, but how do you begin to fight something that can kill you in a second?
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[ The response comes seriously, because if there's one thing he can calm down and concentrate on, it's learning. He takes the bow and nocks an arrow to the string. Then he inhales and lifts, drawing the arrow back to his cheek as directed, and takes aim at the dummy. He holds there for a moment so that Noire can correct his form if need be, arms shaking badly from both the tension and the fact that he hasn't eaten much in far too long. ]
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Breathe out, slowly. If you're too tense and your breathing is too shallow, you'll lose your focus on your target.
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The arrow misses Wallop's head by a good foot. Not good... even for a second-rate archer. Morgan frowns and reaches for another arrow, disappointed but determined to do better. ]
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Did I ever tell you that when I first started out, my aim was completely off, I couldn't hold the bow right, and I shot an arrow into a river, instead of the target? I was so worried about losing it that I tried going in there to find it, and I wound up with a cold for a week.
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That does sound like you. Always putting everything else ahead of you.
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In the end, I was more of an inconvenience than anything. But it really taught me to treasure my weapon more-- and to do that, I had to make myself stronger.
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And look at how far you've come, huh? Now you've got a pupil of your own.
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The honor is all mine! You're a natural teacher. You make everything so clear and simple, you know?
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[ guys stop praising each other already. ]
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I guess there's so much empty space up here that there's always room for more. And it's all about the technique! That's the difference between your ability and mine, right?
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But then you have to worry about the wind, ammunition, leading your target... getting whapped in the face by the bowstring. [ yeah ow. ] When it comes to swordplay, all you have to do is be better than the person you're fighting. But when it comes to archery, you have to be perfect every time. And that's pretty impressive!
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WallopWallace, he really did a number on you. ]It's more of a relief when you can put some distance in between you and the enemy... but I'm also impressed by the way all of you can engage them so fearlessly. [ Without resorting to BLOOD AND THUNDER, anyway. ]
Still, it's good to have some experience in several types of fighting, so I'm glad I can help this much. Even if we really need to get you a bow of your own.
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[ Dropping a handful of arrows into her quiver... ]
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I could still... um, offer advice? I don't consider it being bugged at all.
[ Noire, don't take him seriously. ]
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[ Hohoho. And now with all the arrows removed, he hauls the dummy over his shoulder and turns to Noire. ]
All right, so who are we killing?
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[ Noire ]
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[ So she'd died. After a few seconds, she adds-- ]
That might have been where they took you. We only got through because Beast Boy managed to impersonate Kite.
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I see... If there's much of anything I've been learning lately, it's that there's not much we can do against those guns.
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[ yeah, that hadn't worked with Sasha. ]
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[ He sighs a little and rubs his neck absently. And maybe it's this dying heart dragging him down, but optimism is a bit hard at the moment. Guns... ]
When Masaomi came to take me, all he had to do was point a gun at me and I knew I couldn't win. I could survive an arrow or work past a sword, but how do you begin to fight something that can kill you in a second?
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