Weekend Entertainment: Test Drive Meme!

[havetubawilltravel]

It's an app_this_plz weekend, so it's time to break down the walls and let in the new, the departed, and the already here with a Test Drive Meme!

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Agh sorry so late!

[boghadair]

She's royal - and therefore taught to be properly deferential to adults who might be slightly royal-shaped.

"Thank ye," she says, because - in spite of how hard she's been fighting it lately - she is her mother's child. "That's what I'm trying to improve," she says, speaking in a heavy Scottish brogue. "I have to be at my best if I want to win."

[unrepentantrogue]

No, he does not recognize the brogue, but admires it. "Oh, you're practicing for a tournament, then?" That is more interesting even... tournaments, fairs, festivals, are all places and times for an enterprising rogue to make a profit.

[boghadair]

"Aye," she admits. "There's a feast day next week." And she wants every single second of practice she can get, if she's to win her own hand in marriage. Merida tucks her tongue, sinks another arrow into a fencepost at the other end of the corral, and turns to study him. Perhaps sussing out his motives might be easier if she starts with her favorite hobby. "Do you shoot?"

[unrepentantrogue]

Ah yes, adventure and impossible plans.

It sounds fun already. "I happen to be moderately skilled in the bow and crossbow: a useful trade I acquired in my youth." Even if he's not that old, or actually old.

Can't have been that long ago.

[boghadair]

Merida is the queen of those. She gives him a cocky grin.

"You have to be more than a little skilled to survive the highlands," she replies. "My da let me learn how to shoot when I was three years old."

[unrepentantrogue]

"That is impressive." Truly, sincerely. "Perhaps sometime we can compare skills, and you might even show me a few tricks and tips?"

[boghadair]

She's still somewhat pleased to be flattered, even by a stranger. Shifting in her saddle, Merida raises an eyebrow and watches him. "There aren't many men who would willingly learn from a wee girl. Are you sure you want to listen to me?"

[unrepentantrogue]

Lyndon makes a point of pondering his reply, stroking his (carefully groomed) mustache, before giving a grave nod. "Yes, I am quite sure."

...the man even manages to keep a straight face. Kudos?

[boghadair]

Merida's not quite cynical enough to discount the possibility that his words are sincere. But she knows well the way the world works- at least the way HER world works.

But there's a snort of a laugh. "If you're willing to lend an ear, I'd be glad to teach you something." She doesn't condescend.

[unrepentantrogue]

"You honor me with a smile, my lady." He grins, charming. "I'd be delighted to learn anything you're willing to teach."

Usually he'd mean where are the less-protected valuables, but not this time.

[boghadair]

THAT gets a firm eyeroll from Merida. She's sadly insusceptible to male charm. "You've got a bow on you?" It's a question, but she desperately wants to make it a statement. Hers is a gift from her da, and it's not leaving her back.

[unrepentantrogue]

"Right over there." He points to a nearby tree, where he left his bow and quiver, before moving to retrieve them. Lyndon walks back while stringing the bow.

[boghadair]

Merida's busy checking her quiver, making sure she has the right number of arrows left. "See that target?" she's pointing to one nearby the forest, pinned on a post toward the far end of the corral.

[unrepentantrogue]

"Yes, I do." He picks an arrow, nocking it but not drawing yet.

"Shall I?"

[boghadair]

She gives him a shrug. "Gentlemen first." she holds the bow in the crook of her arm, the arrow sitting in her lap ready to be nocked.

[unrepentantrogue]

Lyndon... does not aim: He looks at the target, raises the bow and draws, releasing in a fluid motion.

Better to say, he does not sight the target along the arrow for any actual length of time, firing with economical motions. He hits halfway to center.

A decent shot.

[boghadair]

Well. That's fairly impressive.

But Merida - impetuous and permanently cocky - believes she can beat him. "I have a feeling you live by that thing," she declares, carefully notching her arrow. Her gaze locks upon the target and she releases the bowstring.

Her arrow lands a hair's breath from the bullseye.

[unrepentantrogue]

"I live by my wits, mostly." Lyndon draws and fires again, the same quick, fluid and economical motion. "When those are not enough, a well-placed arrow helps."

His second shot lands an inch from hers.

[boghadair]

To Meridia that sounds a preferable to a life forever cloistered in a marriage she doesn't desire. "You're a thief then?"

String. Notch. Release.

She splits his arrow in half.

[unrepentantrogue]

Impressive.

Quite so.

"I am a moderately resourceful man with a talent for making the best out of risky situations." Thief and likely a gambler too.

[boghadair]

And she doesn't even try!

"A thief and a highwayman?" Her mother wouldn't approve of her shooting with such a man. This is possibly why she hasn't left.

[unrepentantrogue]

"My lady, you offend me." But the wide grin says otherwise. "I am likely the most honest, hard-working man you ever met."

"And I much prefer to work in cities. Roads are useful when you need to move from place to place, but it's a terrible hassle for all involved to perform a reasonable job in the wilds of Sanctuary." No no, too many dangers out there.

[boghadair]

She knows what that grin means. Even the most regal and well-mannered young lady of the court would recognize it - and Merida is anything but a well-mannered lass. She shifts slightly in her saddle to give him better regard, eyebrow rising upward in mock-surprise. "Aye, I suppose it's hard work cutting throats and snipping purse strings." She's heard wild tales - in fact, she's practically sought them out. "Where is your Sanctuary?"

[unrepentantrogue]

He does not comment on her assumptions: sometimes it's better if people don't know. "Sanctuary? Sanctuary is the whole World, my lady." He shakes head. "The Matrons at the orphanage told us stories about how Sanctuary hangs in the void between the High Heavens and the Burning Hells, and considering the demonic invasions and angelic interventions, well..."

"...the tales must have some truth to them at least." He fires another arrow, hitting the target midway to center.

[boghadair]

She's got a well-developed sense of justice - it comes from being treated as a pawn, a word that would devastate her parents if she used it aloud yet one that she feels suits it well. "Ahh. No home of your own, then?" she understands well - and she had been innately curious, for surely even thieves have a place to call home? And when he speaks about the orphanage her eyebrow quirks upward. "And you've chosen to tempt fate?"

Merida plucks up an arrow from her quiver and spins it between her fingers, quiet, contemplatively.