hotel: jason

[shaft]

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[shaft]

Then—

[ The string catches against his finger, and he jerks back. ]

Ow.

[unrecked]

…

[Peers at him.]

Thought you were supposed to be an archer? I’m telling you, guns are so much easier…

[shaft]

[ Whips around at points at him. ]

Concerned?

[unrecked]

[Slaps his hand idk if he is even close enough.]

No. Why are you so weird?

[shaft]

Blame it on my weird upbringing.

[ He looks a little put out. ]

[unrecked]

[Idiot.]

You good? [Your hand.] Got a pal who does archery.

[shaft]

I'm fine. [ smiles brightly ] Thanks for asking.

[unrecked]

[Looks at him.]

You’re being weird again.

[shaft]

Maybe I'm just a strange person.

[unrecked]

Actually, I get the impression you're the person I have to keep my eye on the most.

[He curls his fingers at Claude.]

Let me try.

[shaft]

I'm flattered?

[ Hm!

But he will hand over the bow and quiver, curious to see how Jason does. ]

[unrecked]

[He let’s Claude keep the quiver, only taking an arrow out of it, and he takes the bow with the grace of someone familiar with it.

The arrow gets nocked, and though there is the natural tension of pulling the bowstring back, Jason has enough strength in his arms and chest to do it rather easily. For a guy with a hair-trigger temper and guns, he’s surprisingly steady and patient with the aim.

When he fires, he doesn’t do it perfectly, but he’s not too bad.]

[shaft]

You're going to give me a run for my money.

[ he's feeling competitive ]

You like to know your way around every weapon?

[unrecked]

[He hands the bow back to Claude.]

Like I said: I have a pal who is into archery. Also, it comes with the job.

[shaft]

[ He takes it back! Firing off a few quick arrows. ]

Right. To clean up the streets. I'll be careful not to make an enemy out of you.

[unrecked]

[Jason will watch. Feel better, buddy?]

A very healthy decision, I'll admit. [Joke...???] Is there a reason you're very "archerous"?

[shaft]

[ He's having a very good time. ]

"Archerous"... [ Funny. ] It's pretty ingrained in the culture I come from. Everyone learns archery and wyvern riding.

We like to make warriors right from childhood.

[unrecked]

[It's a word he made up all on his own. Thank you.]

So--do you believe that?

[shaft]

Believe... that I'm a warrior?

[unrecked]

No, that it's okay to make children soldiers.

[shaft]

No, do I look like a maniac? Kids should be kids.

[unrecked]

Congratulations, you passed the maniac assessment. Or cheated and mirrored the emotions and response that a sociopath would.

[He smirks.]

You must not think too much of me then.

[shaft]

Are you trying to rope me into another debate?

[unrecked]

[He lifts his hands and shoulders.]

Just seeing what you’d say.

[shaft]

Me guess is that your logic is something like, "life is terrible, these kids should know how to defend themselves before it crushes them underfoot."