i want to live where soul meets body; (open log)

[overdraws]

CHARACTERS: Allison Argent and you!
LOCATION: Open starters at SEC HQ, the gardens, the kitchens, misc
WARNINGS: N/A (will update if necessary)
SUMMARY: an open log for most of march.
NOTES: Let me know if you want a specific starter for you, or leave one of your own! Feel free to interrupt the prompts at any time, too, they're not set in stone.


SEC HQ
[ She's a hard worker, this one. When she's on shift, if she's not out actively patrolling, she's here, doing her best to keep her own 'paper'work filed, and maybe working on some of the backlog, too. Edgeworth's desk is still piled up and it grows every day. It's the least she can do, right? Sometimes she's just here on break, leafing through a book she's found in the library (although most of it goes right over her head, considering it all references things she has no idea about) or she's watching an episode of All My Universes on her comm. Isadora is crazy, isn't she!? ]


Oxygen Gardens/9th floor Kitchens
[ Running helps her keep her mind clear. It was one of the things she did back home when she was having a rough time with things, and here it provides her with a strange sense of comfort. A forest is a forest, even if the terrain is completely different. She does her best to stick to the main paths while she jogs, trying not to get in the way of anyone working or otherwise out. When she's done, she heads to the kitchens for a bottle of water, sitting on the counter and drinking it with her eyes closed. She needs to go to the showers next, but the breather is nice. So she's savoring it. ]

Comments

[troops]

It didn't sound pretentious at all.

[He offers her a slight smile.]

You're allowed your preferences. I've known many bowmen, and for some of them, their skill may very well have been an art.

[overdraws]

I don't know if I'm very artistic, but I think I'm a better shot with a bow. [ She steps aside, and motions to the gun lying on the stand before them. ] Wanna give it a shot?

[ Pun not intended. ]

[troops]

I would, yes.

[He steps forward, NOT REALLY GETTING THE PUN BECAUSE HE'S ABOUT AS FUN AS A FUNERAL, and adjusts his ear protection over his head again, as Allison had done. He glances back then, to make sure that she's done the same before picking up the weapon with great care, especially now that he's seen what he can do.

Cullen aims it carefully and fires. The first shot goes entirely too high- he's used to a bow as well- though perhaps one a bit more primitive than Allison's- and instinctively accounts for the curve of the arrow being affected by gravity. Not the same with a bullet.

The shot sends a recoil down his hands that surprises him, but Cullen keeps a grip on the gun all the same, brows furrowed as he looks at the target.]

[overdraws]

[ That's okay, she doesn't realize what she said and won't until much later. She puts her own earmuffs on, and watches him shoot. ] I'm sorry, I should have warned you about the recoil.

[troops]

It's alright. I was expecting... something like it.

[He turns the weapon over in his hands, looking at it.]

Like the bowstring, snapping back. You could always tell the seasoned archers from the callouses on their fingers.

[overdraws]

[ Allison unconsciously rubs the fingers of her right hand together for a brief second right before she answers. ] Yeah. If you're not careful, it'll get you in the face. That happened to me once when I was just starting out, I thought my dad was gonna keel over because he was laughing so hard. It didn't hurt you, did it? Sometimes the kickback can make your arms sore.