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Setting: An enchanted forest
[This forest is lovely, dark and deep, with pale blossoms and little floating lights peeking from dark shadows, a mist filling the air, and a general sense of mystery and magic pervading the entire place.
And if there's one thing the duskwight, cave-raised Drividot hates, it's magical forests.]
Damnable trees... [he mutters, struggling to bend aside shrubbery without getting slapped in the face with a bent branch.] I suppose that I can't just take an axe to them, otherwise I'll have sylphs or elementals or wailers or gods-know-what after my arse...
[And he freezes when he hears a branch snap that he had nothing to do with. Now what?]
And if there's one thing the duskwight, cave-raised Drividot hates, it's magical forests.]
Damnable trees... [he mutters, struggling to bend aside shrubbery without getting slapped in the face with a bent branch.] I suppose that I can't just take an axe to them, otherwise I'll have sylphs or elementals or wailers or gods-know-what after my arse...
[And he freezes when he hears a branch snap that he had nothing to do with. Now what?]
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Wouldn't it be more trouble to use your axe? These are trees you're talking about, after all.
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I suppose you've got a point. No one has time to chop down an entire forest on his own. [He looks around the woods a bit wistfully though.] Even if I think we would be better off. Magical forests...
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He looks down for a moment before up again, having followed the sounds of leaves and brush being moved aside to make way. He expected an animal, though. Yukito smiles faintly.]
I wasn't expecting another person. I hope I didn't startle you.
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This... person didn't wear the colours of the enemy. Perhaps that was why the bowman was aiming for his shoulder. Any human wouldn't be able to hear the bow bending. An elezen probably would.
But he's never seen an elezen before now.]
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I hope I don't have to shoot you, [He says to the underbrush.] I fear that would lead somewhere neither of us want to go.
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He'd assumed that the man was a manakete. But a manakete with a bow and arrows... He flattened his back against a tree, turning away. His eyes darted to his horse, a silent indication to it to stay where it was. If that went down, he really was screwed.
Perhaps Drividot heard the sound of twigs snapping before a human emerged from his (discovered) vantage point. The bow stayed raised, and his eyes were cold.
And he said nothing, save for one question, if the utterance of a few words could be called a question.]
Which banner do you fight underneath?
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None, [wasn't precisely a true answer, but it was close enough.]
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Don't expect me to believe you've a bow like that without the support of a high house.
[The man's unarmoured. He's not a knight...]
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The High Houses, supporting archery when they could give the same resources to spears? Don't make me laugh.
[And he does seem to be armored. Surely, he would know better...]
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Part of the bowman wants to discuss the merits of being far further away than the end of a stick to bring something down, (after all, even he has some kind of reverence for his art) but...]
I have little idea what country you belong to, but I'll assume your head can come off alike any other man's. Should you wish to keep it, I counsel you to leave my lord's wood.
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He's close enough to catch the last part of that as he steps into sight, shifting the box on his back so he doesn't catch it on the branch he ducks under.]
The god here is pretty easy going, actually. You could probably chop down some of the trees, if you need the firewood, but I don't recommend chopping the whole forest down.
[Aside from pissing off the God and Nature in general, that is a rather daunting prospect considering the size of the woods and the thickness of most of the trees.]
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So, [Drividot says, his humor improving with the absence of scratchy twigs,] which god is it that lives here, then? SInce you know them to be... easy-going. [Not a word he usually associates with gods.]