[Prethreading OOM] Kate and Atton, Koor.

[stuck_mynock]

Koor is bright, colourful and loud, for the most part, and vibrant with life.

The door leads out into a large city square, lined with stalls, with a group of masked actors in the centre playing out some form of very overdramatic musical tragedy.

Atton turns to Kate. "So. Stuff t'buy, stuff t'eat, fortune-telling, fights for money, dancing, street theatre, and as I find more stuff in the city this list keeps on growing and growing so I won't bore you with the rest." Brightly. "Any ideas on what y'want t'do?"

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"I think he already has a little silver head of one on a chain. Clan symbol, gave it t'him for that Earth winter holiday when you all give people presents." Atton doesn't really care that much about Christmas itself, he just likes giving people stuff.

He plucks a figurine off the table, holding it out - It looks mostly like a normal Earth fox, except it has longer tusks extending down from its mouth.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Yes you did, I've seen it in his room. Didn't know this was the rest of the animal."

Kate carefully took the figure from him, and smiled, "Cute, I think that'll work. See, not that painful after all."

She fished out some credits to pay the vendor.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Most vicious animal on my homeworld. The only animal that habitually and successfully kills and eats not only animals several times its size but also members of its own species." Atton remarks, amicably.

As she pays, Atton slinks back a little to quietly thank the Force that the shopping didn't take too long.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like some of the threats back home." After she completed her purchase, she then asked, "So where's the archery contest?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"That way, I think." Pointing.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Purchase went into her tote, and she jogged over toward the place Atton pointed to with a grin. She can be as bad as Will when she's enthusiastic about something.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton follows along at a relaxed stroll.

The archery contest seems rather informal. Mostly just people putting their names down, getting bows and arrows, and waiting for the current group of archers to finish up and leave before heading up.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate went to approach the sign up sheet. And then blinked. ...She's never seen a language like that before.

She then walked back over, and whispered to Atton, "I need a translation please? I can't read it."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"S'a sign up sheet, is all." Atton says, scribbling her name down. "Sign next to that? It can be in Earthish."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Oh, ok," Sheepish smile, and she then signed her name to the sheet.

"Now just grab a weapon and get ready, right?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much, yeah."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate went over, and found a decent bow and quiver she could use.

"Wonder how long to wait."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Probably not long."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She tested the string, and waited for when she would be called.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

It doesn't take long. The current group of archers quickly moves away, and there's a call for the next group to go up.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She immediately hopped up, and found a spot along the line. Pulling an arrow out, and fitting it to the string. She wasn't going to pull back until it was her turn to fire.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

After a few moments, the person on the end fires, then the person after that, and along and along, until eventually it's Kate's turn.

Atton, off in the crowd, finds a high spot to watch.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate lifted her bow, sighted the target, and with the arrow fitted between her fingers, she pulled back on the string till the arrowhead was even with the hand rest in the center.

She then let go, and watched it fly right to the center where it thudded home.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton cheers from the crowd, while a rather aged Koori hobbles over to the scoreboard and scribbles the various scores on.

The rest of the archers on the line start to take aim again.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

A quick smile to Atton, and then she once again sighted her target, and fired for the bull's eye again when it was her turn. It landed right by the other.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

There's some clucking from the Koori as the second scores are noted down. Currently, it looks like Kate is joint lead with somebody else.

"One last time!" Somebody calls. The various archers start to take aim again.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She was a very good shot after all. Not as good as the first Hawkeye yet, but definitely no slouch in the archery department herself. There was a confident smile on her face. It would be tricky to get this shot in, but she had done so before with multiple arrows. So one more time of sighting, pulling back, and firing toward the target.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Her rival for the first place apparently misses, his arrow colliding with one of the other ones. The old Koori clucks approvingly, scribbling down the final scores and heading towards Kate with a bag of money.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate lowered the bow and took off the quiver to place them back where she got them.

There was a nod and a smile, hoping that was enough for the Koori to understand her as she accepted the bag from him.

She then jogged back over to Atton.

"Thanks, this should pay back what you gave me, and enough to donate to whoever needs it."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Yes," shiftily, "I'll make sure to donate this to many people. Charitably."