[Open] There's no future in this

[waschozon]

Who| Samus Aran and OPEN!
What| Samus sets up camp in the training center
Where| Training center, gymnasium proper
When| Day of her arrival
Warnings/Notes| None, maybe language

Another arrow clipped the side of the target and joined the scatter that had either gone too high, too low, or just awry. Frustrated, she strung another arrow, this one falling too short, landing below the outer rings of the target. Arrows pierced the outer rings just about everywhere except where she was aiming. Samus Aran was not going to be winning any archery competitions.

Frustrated, she audibly let out a half-sigh-half-grunt. It's a bit more dramatic that she normally would be, only because she thought she was alone in the gymnasium. She moved closer to the target; perhaps it would be better to start slowly (a foreign concept for this teenager). However, when she was ready to shoot, her arrow fell diagonally off her finger and was launched into the ground where it split apart.

That set her off, and she chucked her bow away from her with surprising strength. Amusingly enough (though not to Samus who was much to frustrated to find hilarity in this situation), the bow whizzed through the air and made contact with the target, tipping it over and sending it skidding back several feet on the floor.

Exasperated, she yelled to no one in particular "Why can't I just have my suit?!"

Comments

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate watches, from afar, amused. This one was certainly no archeradicator, but her persistence told of her being some kind of warrior, or at least, a desire to be one. He could boast his own skill, sending off an arrow of his own, but he decides not to- he never liked archery much, especially not when clubs were available, and he's not that bored as to wish provoke her into attack at the moment.

Indolently, he hums, "Fickle little foolish things know not what they want. SOPOR SICK AND BLOOD SHED LUSTS, but death they will not taunt. NAUGHT 'TIL THE NECKLACED SLIPKNOT KISS DRAGS OUT THEIR WRITHING ROT." He pauses, then translates, "They're afraid, Sister. AND FOR IT THEY KICK THE BEASTS TO THEIR CAGES. You are not the only motherfucker what's cut the fuck off."

[waschozon]

Samus' eyes narrow at the Initiate. Though no stranger to galactic diversity, he looked and spoke unlike any lifeform she has seen before. She asks, "What are they afraid of?"

[carnagecarnival]

“OF YOU, SISTER. Of me. OF WHAT AT MOTHERFUCKERS CAN UP AND DO, when left to what is truly theirs. DON’T KNOW AT WHAT THIS SUIT IS ALL TO BE,” He admits. He gives a nod at the knocked over target, where she failed to quite manage having a bow as her weapon. “But it ain’t motherfucking hard at what to guess.”

A weapon to her, is of course what he means.