[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Target Practice (Ended)
Nov 13, 2017 18:19:42 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Nov 13, 2017 18:19:42 GMT -5
She smiled at him as he took the arrow, pleased to see he was still willing to stay and keep going.
“Backrub, huh?” she grinned, feeling better, “That’s a big request considering I might not be “worth wasting resources on” ! Yeah, I’m not letting you forget that.”
Still smiling, Javelin crossed her arms and watched as Carbine took a stance and settled in. She was pleased to note his hands didn’t appear to be shaking, although his arms did drift a little. That was to be expected. It took a lot of time and training to be able to keep your arms still enough. She was also very pleased to see he was trying to aim a little right, already understanding the need to compensate. Although, if he had had a pistol, he certainly understood that.
Things happened suddenly.
When the arrow struck the far wall and ricochet, Javelin was already planning on the first aid she might need to do if the arrow struck. More than one archer had managed to spear themselves by just such a thing – Javelin herself had almost run herself through once. And arrowheads were a pain to remove, in more ways than one.
She had already started forward, one hand out to grab Carbine’s arm to support him when the arrow hit, but thankfully, it only managed to thwap against him, and flop to the floor.
Relief pouring into her senses, it only took the sound of Carbine’s laughing to unleash her own. The startled noise he had made, the way his rotors splayed out in alarm, both arms raised in shock, and she was pretty much lost. Although she would never tell him as much, he had looked so ridiculous, so utterly shocked, she laughed helplessly.
After a few seconds, she fought to get herself under control, trying to vent in to soothe her systems. She had almost succeeded in getting control back, when Bolo jumped in.
Watching the beast when he joined in, trying to kill the offending item with joy, and Javelin was off again, giggling helplessly. Just when she thought she was going to be able to get control, the image of Carbine all splayed out in shock zipped through her processor, and she was off again.
As usual, once Javelin started laughing really hard, her systems demanded more ventilation. The laughing prevented that, however, and so she started to giggle-snort. She blushed brilliantly, but was unable to stop, now laughing at herself. She started flapping her servos at herself as if trying to fan herself.
Slowly, very slowly, she managed to suck in a few gasping vents, and her systems were able to reset properly. Her laughter slowed, tapering off to a few lone snickers or snorts here and there, until finally, she took a deep invent, and sighed out.
Shaking her head, she smiled at Carbine, “I think, sir, you are a dangerous offender.”
“Backrub, huh?” she grinned, feeling better, “That’s a big request considering I might not be “worth wasting resources on” ! Yeah, I’m not letting you forget that.”
Still smiling, Javelin crossed her arms and watched as Carbine took a stance and settled in. She was pleased to note his hands didn’t appear to be shaking, although his arms did drift a little. That was to be expected. It took a lot of time and training to be able to keep your arms still enough. She was also very pleased to see he was trying to aim a little right, already understanding the need to compensate. Although, if he had had a pistol, he certainly understood that.
Things happened suddenly.
When the arrow struck the far wall and ricochet, Javelin was already planning on the first aid she might need to do if the arrow struck. More than one archer had managed to spear themselves by just such a thing – Javelin herself had almost run herself through once. And arrowheads were a pain to remove, in more ways than one.
She had already started forward, one hand out to grab Carbine’s arm to support him when the arrow hit, but thankfully, it only managed to thwap against him, and flop to the floor.
Relief pouring into her senses, it only took the sound of Carbine’s laughing to unleash her own. The startled noise he had made, the way his rotors splayed out in alarm, both arms raised in shock, and she was pretty much lost. Although she would never tell him as much, he had looked so ridiculous, so utterly shocked, she laughed helplessly.
After a few seconds, she fought to get herself under control, trying to vent in to soothe her systems. She had almost succeeded in getting control back, when Bolo jumped in.
Watching the beast when he joined in, trying to kill the offending item with joy, and Javelin was off again, giggling helplessly. Just when she thought she was going to be able to get control, the image of Carbine all splayed out in shock zipped through her processor, and she was off again.
As usual, once Javelin started laughing really hard, her systems demanded more ventilation. The laughing prevented that, however, and so she started to giggle-snort. She blushed brilliantly, but was unable to stop, now laughing at herself. She started flapping her servos at herself as if trying to fan herself.
Slowly, very slowly, she managed to suck in a few gasping vents, and her systems were able to reset properly. Her laughter slowed, tapering off to a few lone snickers or snorts here and there, until finally, she took a deep invent, and sighed out.
Shaking her head, she smiled at Carbine, “I think, sir, you are a dangerous offender.”