Kappa Kappa Gremlin, Behind the Dorms, Friday After Classes
The afternoon found the first floor rec room covered in notes pointing out the patch of grass just behind the dorms. The patch of grass in question contained... "Today," Arthur intoned, with perhaps more glee than was strictly necessary, "We will dedicate ourselves to a real sport. Archery. The art of putting an arrow on a bow, or a bolt on a crossbow, and succintly destroying whatever poor unfortunate creature happens upon your path." Far, far too much glee. He clapped his hand. "Here are your targets," he said, pointing at the large wooden panels set up behind himm, "And if we're lucky, someone will earn the right to make them moving targets..."
"Basketball is a real sport," Hannibal said, feeling compelled to defend his sport. That wasn't to say the archery didn't look a little fun. "But yes, before Arthur has a joygasm, i'd just like to add that if you guys shoot one another, the frat will not be paying your medical bills and I'll be blaming Arthur."
He totally would, too. He thought it'd be fun to see him get all murderous.
"So, pay attention to make sure you guys don't shoot each other with the very sharp arrows," he added. "Blood is not becoming."
"Depends whether or not it's your opponent's," Arthur had to add, "But that isn't why we are here today. We have longbows and crossbows for you all. If you're not sure whether or not you're liable to shoot a fellow fraternity member in the eye, please stick to the crossbow." His upper lip curled up into half a grin before picking up the longbow, talking them through the basics. "Moving on to this one," he said, lovingly picking up his own crossbow, and quickly demonstrating how to load the bolt and fire it. "The crossbow should not take too much effort to grasp, unless you really are a complete imbecile," he finished, "However, if you're new to the weapon, you're not liable to get anywhere near as good as I am. Please don't let that stop you from trying."
"We all live in your shadow, Arthur," Hannibal said sarcastically. "Maybe some day we'll get to your level. Maybe."
He rolled his eyes before smiling at the assembled group. "And if you need help, feel free to ask Arthur here. Sure he'd love to give one on one lessons, if needed. His patience is vast."
Or it wasn't. Same difference.
"Actually, how about you and I give them an extra demonstration?" Arthur said, all fake patience indeed, "I've been reading up on the local myths and folklore; don't suppose any of you has an apple on them..."
Hannibal answered that with a sharp glare. "Sorry, I don't feel like letting you pierce my apple."
Which was unintentionally dirty but whatever. Everyone here was an adult. Close to an adult. Mature. Somewhat mature.
"Maybe later."
"Don't worry, Hannibal. I'm sure one day, you'll find that special guy who'll sweep your sweet apple off its dainty feet," Arthur said, sweetly. Really. "But as it stands, we've got archery to get to. If you have any questions, you know where I am."
[[ wait for the ocd up! open! ]]
"Basketball is a real sport," Hannibal said, feeling compelled to defend his sport. That wasn't to say the archery didn't look a little fun. "But yes, before Arthur has a joygasm, i'd just like to add that if you guys shoot one another, the frat will not be paying your medical bills and I'll be blaming Arthur."
He totally would, too. He thought it'd be fun to see him get all murderous.
"So, pay attention to make sure you guys don't shoot each other with the very sharp arrows," he added. "Blood is not becoming."
"Depends whether or not it's your opponent's," Arthur had to add, "But that isn't why we are here today. We have longbows and crossbows for you all. If you're not sure whether or not you're liable to shoot a fellow fraternity member in the eye, please stick to the crossbow." His upper lip curled up into half a grin before picking up the longbow, talking them through the basics. "Moving on to this one," he said, lovingly picking up his own crossbow, and quickly demonstrating how to load the bolt and fire it. "The crossbow should not take too much effort to grasp, unless you really are a complete imbecile," he finished, "However, if you're new to the weapon, you're not liable to get anywhere near as good as I am. Please don't let that stop you from trying."
"We all live in your shadow, Arthur," Hannibal said sarcastically. "Maybe some day we'll get to your level. Maybe."
He rolled his eyes before smiling at the assembled group. "And if you need help, feel free to ask Arthur here. Sure he'd love to give one on one lessons, if needed. His patience is vast."
Or it wasn't. Same difference.
"Actually, how about you and I give them an extra demonstration?" Arthur said, all fake patience indeed, "I've been reading up on the local myths and folklore; don't suppose any of you has an apple on them..."
Hannibal answered that with a sharp glare. "Sorry, I don't feel like letting you pierce my apple."
Which was unintentionally dirty but whatever. Everyone here was an adult. Close to an adult. Mature. Somewhat mature.
"Maybe later."
"Don't worry, Hannibal. I'm sure one day, you'll find that special guy who'll sweep your sweet apple off its dainty feet," Arthur said, sweetly. Really. "But as it stands, we've got archery to get to. If you have any questions, you know where I am."
[[ wait for the ocd up! open! ]]