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.

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[madeofswords]

It took a few moments to pinpoint the location of the one following him. As quiet as she was, she stood out fairly well, once he strengthened his eyes. Touching his brow with a bit of a frown, Trigger kept walking, as if he hadn't seen her. Though, the second time he checked if she had still been behind him, he saw something unpleasant. A much bigger group than before--bringing a variety of friends with them. Archers in the front. Not close to Lin, obviously, but much more adjacent to the both of them and much less comfortable in the area. They were scouting, but their group was rather big. Were all the guards attacking them making them wary?

"Tcch. Naturally. You better duck, you fool--" Trigger opened his right hand, his left bringing up his bow. In his right hand formed a black, twisted sword from a number of yellow and red wires. The wires flashed and formed the blade itself, which he drew into the string of his bow.

"I am the bone of my sword," He spoke up, magical energy surging into his left arm. The verse itself hurt to utter--his left arm flaring. More blades pulsed out from below his skin--the percentage rate of failure forcing the sword to crack. Strengthening it, he repaired the damage without hesitation. No good. Firing it that way was going to do damage no matter what. The string released as he charged the sword with everything he could put into it without it shattering. He didn't know what to call the sword--nor did he know what the technique was. This, though--

Was a missile. The bright red bolt speared through the air, right past Lin, arcing before it exploded on contact with the front of the hunting party. He released his breath, feeling sweat touch his brow. There was nothing enjoyable about ripping one's own arm open for a well-placed shot.

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Lin didn't notice when he saw her, only because she was too busy staring at her surroundings. What kind of place was that? It didn't feel familiar at all. Despite not having her memories, she still felt some things were familiar, while some weren't. And in that place, she felt lost.

Then, all of a sudden, he was turning to her and-- was he aiming at her? Before she knew it he had fired a red missile, but... She wasn't close to its path anymore. All of a sudden, she found herself several feet from there.

What had he just done? What had she just done?!

"What are you doing?! Did you want to kill me?!"

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His eyes narrowed in some surprise. He could follow that movement, but it was exceptionally difficult, even with his eagle's eyes. That was a surprise, at least. The lithe thing was fast enough to send up the dirt at her feet, too, though it must have been difficult. That movement shouldn't have been very easy. The weirdo would have to get his praise, sometime, but not when she had a hunting party approaching her from the side.

"Don't yell! Before they reorganize themselves--get down!" Trigger yelled at her through clenched teeth, sliding his hand up once more. two arrows manifested into his palm, sliding out of his body through those thin wires in a flash.

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Lin was still disoriented by her first 'teleportation' when he yelled at her to get down again, and before she knew it she did it again: but this time, she found herself closer to him, where she was instinctively sure no arrows would hit her.

But there was no time to chatter, having turned around she noticed too the weird creatures he had been aiming to. She regretted not having a sword, and yet didn't feel the situation was extremely dangerous. Nothing she couldn't handle.

"What were you saying about yelling?"

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"Not to do it," He notched his bow, knowing he yelled--though, if Lin knew the exact distance that she covered in that time, it might have dawned on her a bit easier--that she was a lot further from him than the orcs. "You were much closer to them than you must think you were." Thoughtlessly, he drew another arrow out of the air, apathetic towards whether or not she saw. If he had a secret, it would be well-kept by the woman who didn't even know of her own abilities, clearly.

Who would look more surprised at dodging a strike than the strike being near them to begin with?

"If they make it particularly far, they'll begin making camps," He spoke methodically, as if this were a course of action he was preparing. "Kill their scouts before they kill wanderers. Kill their soldiers before they realize their scouts are dead." He fired the arrow, hardly waiting to see if it struck its target, far down the crags. Though, as always, it struck the beast between the eyes.

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She frowned, more focused on what he was doing than what he was saying. And envious. Why did he seem so sure of himself? Why did it look like he was completely aware of what his abilities were, of how to control them? She didn't know anything. She knew she was a fighter, and probably a good one at that. Now she knew she could move faster than the eye could follow. What else could she do?

"Or just get out of here without killing anyone and stop wasting time." But... The exit was... Where?

[madeofswords]

"Killing them is necessary," He began, not quite understanding why he worded it that way. It seemed natural to dictate what had to be done and to which extent. Trigger paused--frowning gravely towards what he said. Though, he wanted to say something else. If they approached you, they might have killed you. I don't want anyone to die from such a thing, so killing the violent and destructive ones is necessary.

He didn't know why he wanted to be a hero. Was it so natural to him that he use the means necessary at his disposal to become one? Maybe. Since it was his body being brought out into the open air--he was firing a piece of himself every time he tried to kill one of them.

Trigger didn't care what it was he could use. This seemed natural to him. He'd use it--and, he'd protect whoever was in his scope from the monsters that wanted to kill them. That was all.

"It's not a waste of time... Unless you missed what those things have been trying to do to travelers."

[sting_to_death]

She wasn't scared of killing them. If she stopped to think about it, she was hardly scared of killing anyone, beside maybe Bastet. It just wasn't worth the effort. Why killing them, when they could escape?

She looked at him in the face, trying to understand what was going through his head, but... Easier said than done.

"Who cares about travelers? I'm getting out of here." That said, she started walking-- she didn't know towards where, but was sure that standing still wasn't going to help her find the exit.

[madeofswords]

Trigger lifted a brow before settling his shoulders. The orcs were dwindling and those he killed were already falling to the dirt. In that area, at least, they were relatively safe at least until the next party came over, happened upon their comrades and devoured the corpses. He'd seen it far too many times in those last few days to care about sparing them.

"But, it looks like you wouldn't know the right direction even with a map," He began, raising his bow once more. His hand formed a different kind of arrow--one with a spiral tip. Notching it quietly, he pointed it straight above himself.

"Because, you were following me awhile, you seemed to have lost your point of origin."

[sting_to_death]

That was true. For some reason, she hadn't bothered making sure of remembering which was she had come. It wasn't something she wasn't used to, and she had been distracted by him and the orcs.

"I can find it." She didn't know how she could be so sure of it. She just was. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus-- she had started doing this sometimes, at night when she couldn't sleep or when she had nothing to do. Closing her eyes and being able to tell where Bastet was. There were other people she could feel too, but she hardly cared. Bastet's energy was fierce, and strong, and even when she kept it down Lin was still able to find it.

"That way." She declared suddenly.

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He felt a small surge from Lin in the next moment, forcing him to stop drawing his bow. It was an uncanny feeling--like a bit of him had been touched, but mentally and far from physically. Some form of psychic binding was made, but he felt it must have been some sort of sonar being used. She moved quickly without exerting clear effort. She could detect direction without a real basis or clear understanding of her surroundings. If there was anyone monstrous between the two of them, it had to be her.

It was doubtful, but even if he were going crazy and she were merely guessing, it was worth asking. Notching the bow once more, Trigger pointed his bow towards the open plain.

"Are you sure? If it's just a guess, I'll be very cross."

[sting_to_death]

"I'm more than sure." She could also feel Kazahana, Koi, Toushi, Kiba.. Blood... But Bastet was her northern star. She had memorized the path she used to walk everyday, for every day of the week. From her home to the shop, from the shop to Hatchery, sometimes to a friend's house. Actually, Lin had learn first how to find her way feeling Bastet's position than exploring the sphere.

"Let's go." She did not wait for him.

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"I'm not leaving," He began without another thought, drawing the bow to the most tensity it could handle. He aligned the tip of it with the top of its arc and fired it--a high pitched whistle heard in an instant. It was an arrow designed to create a piercing noise to either warn or discourage someone. In this case, it was intended to discourage the enemy from approaching--if it was an intelligent group to begin with.

"If you can find the exit, then I'll watch the path ahead of you." Not that he had to be in to work any time soon and he didn't often sleep to begin with. "Also, try not to give me orders so freely."

[sting_to_death]

Her first instinct was to turn and ask what the hell was he talking about, of course he should be leaving with her; but after all, why did she care? Why giving him the impression it mattered at all whether he was alive or dead? There was no need to complicate her life giving somebody the impression they were friends.

And giving orders, well. That just came natural to her. "Stubborn fool." That was all she needed to say before taking advantage of the distraction and walk towards the exit.

[madeofswords]

Trigger watched her, lifting a brow and shifting his eyes back to the scenery. There were shapes moving in the distance, but he was able to spot them, clearly. The direction Lin headed towards, of course, happened to be an apex of where they met. Though, he wouldn't say a thing. The only thing Trigger would do, in that time, would be to watch her back. Because, whether or not he thought she was annoying, he didn't want people who didn't deserve death to die.

"Walk with your head low."

[sting_to_death]

She was a bit surprised he'd follow her, hadn't he said he would stay? She walked with her head low as he told her, but at the same time she walked looking back at him from over her shoulder.

"What? Changed your mind?" Lin couldn't help but think maybe he didn't want to be left there alone, after all. Was he scared, suddenly? Had be been only a bluff?