One, two! One, two! And through and through

[sequincy]

Who: Ishida Uryuu & OPEN
When: Night
Where: All around Siren's Port
Summary: Star Wars roleplay The Quincy tries a little blind training.
Warnings: None
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[isitablurred]

[It's interesting to watch. Clark can see that the arrows cause damage, but they aren't exactly physical objects. Catching them would be impossible. For someone working from underneath a blindfold, it's really something, though. Talent, just like Oliver's, learned and refined and honest.

Clark doesn't have a reiatsu, but he wouldn't exactly feel human, either. If anything, Ishida might feel a warmth from him, as though he were stood close to a fire on a warm day.

And his voice; he's working on that. It's firm, confident, un-Clark-like.]

They don't seem to be much of a challenge.

[sequincy]

[Uryuu tenses, turning his head slowly in the person's direction. His expression is carefully bland and utterly neutral.

Just in case this is a threat.]

Not yet. If I attract spitters, it could become one. But I've been disappointed so far. [he tilts his head.] And you? Have you found what you're looking for tonight?

[isitablurred]

[Clark doesn't take another step closer, after all he's not sure about those arrows.]

I never find what I'm looking for, since all I'm after is a quiet ride. One night where nobody gets attacked, or eaten. Just one night where I'm not needed. It's fine, I'm used to not getting what I want.

[It's almost a laugh, except there's something sad to it. Life is unfair.]

I can be something more interesting to aim at, if you need the practice.

[sequincy]

- You don't know what you're offering. [harshly, scolding - and surprised. He doesn't know what to make of this man. He wants to write him off as some brash idiot, because that's easiest, fits in nicely with his worldview... but that "I'm not needed" throws a wrench in things.

It makes him sound like he's out to save people.]

[isitablurred]

I have an idea, I've worked with archers before.

[An archer. And been shot by him. Of course it wasn't a Quincy's soul destroying arrow; he'd prefer the normal kind, he knows they'd only shatter if they hit him, after all.]

Let me know how I can help.

[sequincy]

Arhers. Not Quincy. [disdainful.] The two aren't comparable.

Who are you?

[isitablurred]

A helpful stranger, just like you.

[sequincy]

[he'll be the judge of that.]

One with a name?

[isitablurred]

A pseudonym. I'm rather big on the secret identities thing.

The Blur.

[sequincy]

[he wants to remove the blindfold now, but that would show too much interest.]

I see. You're one of those superheroes.

[isitablurred]

You can't know that. I might be the other type. I'm not, but you can never be too careful, can you?

[sequincy]

I'm not. [you can trust him on that.]

[...he inclines his head away - sensing the approach of something.] If you're going to stay, then be useful and train with me. But I won't use you as a target.

[isitablurred]

Sounds fair to me.

[And he waits for the monster to approach, lets Uryuu make his move since it is his training session.]

[sequincy]

Are your abilities long or short ranger? [casually, as he calls his bow and gathers three arrows. He can sense it's something large... but slow; shambling. He would have heard it before now if it was charging.]

[isitablurred]

Both.

[And watches.]

Yours?

[sequincy]

[he looks over his shoulder - just for the effect.]

I'm an archer.