Job Points in the Archer Class;

[madeofswords]

Characters: Trigger; Open
Date/Time: 1/19; All Day
Location: The Wilderness--different vantage points. He's pretty much anywhere high and difficult to access
Rating: R! V for Violence
Summary: Trigger's a bit too antsy about the wilderness, doing unnecessary exploration. Exploration and sniping beasties. Mostly the latter.

Comments

Same on my part x_x

[madeofswords]

His eyes focused. Though he didn't fully understand what he was doing--magical energy surged through his pupils and strengthened every aspect of those light receptors in his skull. Trigger stared towards the one wandering in his direction, reaching to draw his bow. His right hand opened and from his palm, he let his circuits trace another arrow, which he drew into the string quietly.

But, Trigger wasn't one to rescue so directly. If the one approaching wanted to be saved, he'd get directions and a cold shoulder, otherwise. His objective was to watch and eliminate threats on a whole. Somehow, he felt a stranger would be nothing but irritation. Drawing the string of the bow, he released a single shot through the air after adding a small piece of paper to the shaft of the arrow.

At the very least, he wouldn't let the traveler die due to approaching hunting camps. From what he could see--those Orcs didn't care much for what--or who they ate. The arrow stabbed straight into a boulder by Fugue. The note wavered in the air, tucked against the shaft of the arrow loosely. It read Watch the hills and keep moving in that direction.

[fugue_angel]

Fugue had been startled when the arrow seemed headed his direction and cowered for cover until it hit the boulder. He removed the note from the arrow--the hills, huh? So he turned toward the hills and began heading that way, checking at intervals to make sure the archer was still there.

Are we going to meet there? he wondered quietly, panting as he moved. He looked back again and nearly panicked when he saw the monsters approaching. Though he was tired, he forced himself to move faster thinking about how he didn't want to die and that he'd greatly reward this stranger should he make it out alive.

Granted, he wasn't entirely sure what kind of reward to give--if it was money, Fugue had plenty of it. But if there was anything else... oh, he'd think of something later.

[madeofswords]

Trigger stepped up and frowned, showing the end of his bow from his vantage point right when Fugue looked up--just so the traveler could see it. Though, he'd expended a lot of energy so far. More and more rows of blades ran up his left arm, simply from his idiotic trial and error. Each time he used a certain recipe in his mind, there was a certain percentage of failure. Strengthening the failure could fix the recipe, but it wouldn't make the swords disappear from him. While most people would question the swords and try to be rid of them, he became aware that they didn't harm him nearly as much as he thought. After awhile, they would slide within and disappear until he failed at his recipes once again.

But, if he were to escort Fugue to the elevator--he'd likely be using less difficult ones. For a few hours, maybe, he could relax the arm he was putting all of his stress into. "He looks disheveled, at least." Trigger mused, scanning the horizon for another hunter party. The one that was approaching Fugue--he cursed it and began moving. Sniping was out of the question. Intercepting him would have been the smarter option.