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capeandcowllogs2013-07-18 06:39 pm
swordedpast) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-07-18 06:39 pm
The times, they got too clear.
WHO: Archer (swordedpast) and OPEN.
WHERE: Various locations throughout the City.
WHEN: The latter half of July.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
SUMMARY: After his return from his own world to the City and the storm of personal drama that ensued, Archer regroups by sleeping in parks, walking dogs, practicing at an archery range, and (of course) brooding on rooftops.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
»» ONE »»»»» JULY 14th THROUGH 18th, VARIOUS PARKS THROUGHOUT THE CITY.
The heat has been stifling lately. But that doesn't stop the City from proceeding on its busy way, and it definitely doesn't put brakes on Archer's certain descent into a pit of melancholy bitterness. His only concession to the heat, in fact, is that he isn't wearing his signature red mantle: only the black body armor beneath it. Or is that a concession to the heat? Maybe it's something else. It's not like the weather was cool before, and he was still wearing the coat then...
He's left his apartment in the MAC, and he has no intention of going back. The problem is he has nowhere else to go. That's why, every night for the first few days after his return to the City, Archer finds his rest in a secluded spot within the nearest park. He has a duffel bag full of clothes and necessities for a pillow; what else does he need? Certainly material comforts have long since been of no interest to him. That might also explain why he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that, for these first few days after his return and the subsequent fight with Shirou Emiya, he's all but covered in bruises.
And yet...
He misses having company in the evenings. He misses making breakfast in the mornings. He has every intention of looking cold and remote as he washes up on a quiet bench after waking, but maybe he winds up looking a little wistful instead. And if one happens to show up at just the right time, one might catch him tossing bread from a hot dog roll at pigeons. He just doesn't feel right anymore if he's not feeding somebody.
»» TWO »»»»» MORNINGS AND EVENINGS OF JULY 18th AND ONWARDS, MIDTOWN.
For all that he claims to be ruthless and selfish now, the fact is that over the past nine months that he's been in the City, Archer has been a force for helpfulness. He's fallen back into old habits at his various part-time jobs, doing favors for coworkers and regular customers after barely being asked, showing neither excessive friendliness nor the slightest complaint--aside from occasional admonishments not to rely on other people's help too much, most of which are soon enough dismissed as bluster.
So it's no surprise that before long, people who recognize him at his jobs are asking why he looks under the weather lately and just what's going on. He doesn't give much information and lies for most of it, but somehow he still winds up with a temporary place to stay on the condition that he take care of a vacationing resident's pets. He accepts, telling himself that it has nothing to do with wanting the company of the animals and everything to do with needing a place to stay.
Yes, it's entirely for pragmatic reasons that for a week, come the mornings and evenings, it's easy to encounter Archer dressed in casual civilian clothes, trailing two dogs on a leash through the streets of the City. Actually, at first sight it's hard to tell that he's got two dogs. One of them is obvious enough--an enormous fluffy white creature, trotting ahead of Archer at a pace made slow and lazy by the heat. The other, though, is easily hidden by that great white bulk, being the same color itself--at least, until it starts yapping furiously and bounding energetically ahead.
This is not how he wants the people who know him to see him. To that end, he's wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down low. Sometimes, though...sometimes, the little Maltese gets excited and dashes about, and maybe Archer's cunning disguise is jostled by his frantic attempt to keep up...
»» THREE »»»»» AFTERNOONS OF JULY 19th AND ONWARDS, UPTOWN.
Outside the uptown sports club, signs proclaim proudly that they've recently expanded and are now offering tours of their new second-floor facilities. Inside, the first floor is ordinary enough, featuring several tennis and squash courts, some weight and aerobics machines, and single basketball court. That's enough to be proud of in an indoor club, but of course it's of no interest to Archer, who can't be found anywhere on the first floor. Instead, he's on that new second floor, where the club has branched out to include rock climbing and an archery range. He doesn't care about the first one, and normally he'd have little enough interest in the second, but with his powers nullified for the time being, he falls back on making sure he keeps his skills sharp.
All the same, he's really out of place here. One of the patrons owes him a favor after he fixed her fancy car some months ago, back when he was in a kinder mood, so he's using her guest pass, but he still doesn't quite belong. The atmosphere is too refined and also too mellow, and here's Archer dressed all in black with eyes that are far too serious, regarding his equipment and surroundings with aloof disdain.
Nevertheless, every practice shot he fires hits dead-on in the center of the target. He's calm and detached as he practices, as if his mind is somewhere in another world.
»» FOUR »»»»» THE NIGHTS.
And, of course, Archer can frequently be found brooding on a rooftop at night, even if he's now minus his trademark red coat.
swordedpast) and OPEN.WHERE: Various locations throughout the City.
WHEN: The latter half of July.
WARNINGS: Nothing yet.
SUMMARY: After his return from his own world to the City and the storm of personal drama that ensued, Archer regroups by sleeping in parks, walking dogs, practicing at an archery range, and (of course) brooding on rooftops.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.
»» ONE »»»»» JULY 14th THROUGH 18th, VARIOUS PARKS THROUGHOUT THE CITY.
The heat has been stifling lately. But that doesn't stop the City from proceeding on its busy way, and it definitely doesn't put brakes on Archer's certain descent into a pit of melancholy bitterness. His only concession to the heat, in fact, is that he isn't wearing his signature red mantle: only the black body armor beneath it. Or is that a concession to the heat? Maybe it's something else. It's not like the weather was cool before, and he was still wearing the coat then...
He's left his apartment in the MAC, and he has no intention of going back. The problem is he has nowhere else to go. That's why, every night for the first few days after his return to the City, Archer finds his rest in a secluded spot within the nearest park. He has a duffel bag full of clothes and necessities for a pillow; what else does he need? Certainly material comforts have long since been of no interest to him. That might also explain why he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that, for these first few days after his return and the subsequent fight with Shirou Emiya, he's all but covered in bruises.
And yet...
He misses having company in the evenings. He misses making breakfast in the mornings. He has every intention of looking cold and remote as he washes up on a quiet bench after waking, but maybe he winds up looking a little wistful instead. And if one happens to show up at just the right time, one might catch him tossing bread from a hot dog roll at pigeons. He just doesn't feel right anymore if he's not feeding somebody.
»» TWO »»»»» MORNINGS AND EVENINGS OF JULY 18th AND ONWARDS, MIDTOWN.
For all that he claims to be ruthless and selfish now, the fact is that over the past nine months that he's been in the City, Archer has been a force for helpfulness. He's fallen back into old habits at his various part-time jobs, doing favors for coworkers and regular customers after barely being asked, showing neither excessive friendliness nor the slightest complaint--aside from occasional admonishments not to rely on other people's help too much, most of which are soon enough dismissed as bluster.
So it's no surprise that before long, people who recognize him at his jobs are asking why he looks under the weather lately and just what's going on. He doesn't give much information and lies for most of it, but somehow he still winds up with a temporary place to stay on the condition that he take care of a vacationing resident's pets. He accepts, telling himself that it has nothing to do with wanting the company of the animals and everything to do with needing a place to stay.
Yes, it's entirely for pragmatic reasons that for a week, come the mornings and evenings, it's easy to encounter Archer dressed in casual civilian clothes, trailing two dogs on a leash through the streets of the City. Actually, at first sight it's hard to tell that he's got two dogs. One of them is obvious enough--an enormous fluffy white creature, trotting ahead of Archer at a pace made slow and lazy by the heat. The other, though, is easily hidden by that great white bulk, being the same color itself--at least, until it starts yapping furiously and bounding energetically ahead.
This is not how he wants the people who know him to see him. To that end, he's wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled down low. Sometimes, though...sometimes, the little Maltese gets excited and dashes about, and maybe Archer's cunning disguise is jostled by his frantic attempt to keep up...
»» THREE »»»»» AFTERNOONS OF JULY 19th AND ONWARDS, UPTOWN.
Outside the uptown sports club, signs proclaim proudly that they've recently expanded and are now offering tours of their new second-floor facilities. Inside, the first floor is ordinary enough, featuring several tennis and squash courts, some weight and aerobics machines, and single basketball court. That's enough to be proud of in an indoor club, but of course it's of no interest to Archer, who can't be found anywhere on the first floor. Instead, he's on that new second floor, where the club has branched out to include rock climbing and an archery range. He doesn't care about the first one, and normally he'd have little enough interest in the second, but with his powers nullified for the time being, he falls back on making sure he keeps his skills sharp.
All the same, he's really out of place here. One of the patrons owes him a favor after he fixed her fancy car some months ago, back when he was in a kinder mood, so he's using her guest pass, but he still doesn't quite belong. The atmosphere is too refined and also too mellow, and here's Archer dressed all in black with eyes that are far too serious, regarding his equipment and surroundings with aloof disdain.
Nevertheless, every practice shot he fires hits dead-on in the center of the target. He's calm and detached as he practices, as if his mind is somewhere in another world.
»» FOUR »»»»» THE NIGHTS.
And, of course, Archer can frequently be found brooding on a rooftop at night, even if he's now minus his trademark red coat.
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Yes, good job, Archer. You can look down at a teenage girl. ]
Dog-walking. Well...it is dog-walking. But they are not my dogs.
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Is that really so important, that your reputation is staked on not being seen as an owner of canines? Funny, I wouldn't have thought you have much of a reputation to defend.
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[ He's fast sinking into lecture mode. ]
Doesn't it make sense that the more soiled they are, the more one would protect what's left?
The fact is I have far too much dignity for dogs.
[ The Maltese yips impatiently at him. ]
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[ she drops one of her bag between her ankles, freeing a hand to rummage through her purse. ]
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Lily, the moment you see her lay hands on a camera, savagely attack it.
[ Said dog pants a little. ]
Very well, savagely drool on it.
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[ but he guessed exactly what she was after, as she pulls out her phone and returns her purse to its hanging position. ]
Now, just what is your reputation worth to you?
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Jeez, she won't even drool on command...what are dogs good for?
[ Archer sighs. ]
Name your price, Kanaya Maryam.
[ The smaller dog paws hopefully at Kanaya's leg. Attention? ]
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Well, that's the problem, isn't it. What could you offer that I might even want?
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[ The Maltese cocks her head at him, then goes back to sniffing happily at Kanaya's hand. Apparently she has not accepted him as master yet. ]
Incidentally, these aren't even my dogs. I'm watching over them as a temporary measure.
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It seems they agree, as watching is all they allow you to do. That comes as no surprise, your influence over canines is no better than over people. [ she brings out her camera again, but she doesn't take a picture of archer, just lacy licking her lips in kanaya's general direction. ]
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[ Some irritation creeps into his voice. He's trying his hardest not to be baited by Kanaya's words, but instead he just gets annoyed at how the person he's dog-sitting for passed up an opportunity to name her dogs after warriors or goddesses. ]
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I wouldn't call them luckless, at least this one was spared a name like "Cybele". It's fine for something, but not her. Fierce nobility isn't her destiny, Lacy here is an utter princess and you should treat her as such.
A name shouldn't only reflect the proclivities of the owner, after all. You aren't the one who will be expected to answer to it.
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[ He doesn't exactly have a good answer for that. ]
I don't get along with princesses. I'm far too practical for them. So it's just as well I don't treat her that way.
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[ she rises to her feet, lacy wagging her tail and looking up expectantly, wondering why the petting has stopped and how she can make it start again. ]
The thing about a princess is she craves attention, no matter how inclined you are to giving her it at that moment. Sometimes they will make the effort worth your bother, but that's something you should never take for granted.
Give as you please, it's the quickest way to find yourself in their regard. But don't let them own you. Some will take you for granted if allowed the opportunity. It's a tiring inevitability.
[ the phone is back up without warning, aside from the simulated shutter sound, trying to catch that look on his face. and lily, of course. ]
I'd recommend care with Lacy, but be nice to her. She's one of the sweet ones. Love her without leaving her spoiled. That's how you show them which of you holds the leash.
Lily, however, seems like she could do with some spoiling.
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[ She gets that look on his face. An additional reward comes in the form of his reddened cheeks and glowering stare afterwards. ]
Hmph, it's not as if I need advice on princesses anyway. What are you going to do with that picture?
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I think you do, given what a poor rapport you're displaying with them. As for the picture, I think I'll decide that on a later date. For now, I have no plans for it.
[ and so, she drops her phone back into her purse. ]