[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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[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."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"...Atton," she replied warningly. "I mean it. There's plenty there to help people."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

Atton tries his best to look innocent.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She just folded her arms in front of her, and looked back squarely at him. Didn't look like she was backing down.

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"S'better than thieving. You'd be steering me away from a life of crime!"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She stared back at him, "Yeah? Not seeing the downside here."

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Naw, y'see, if you gave me your winnings to keep you'd be sterring me away from crime, see? If I have to donate it t'people, then I have t'steal t'get money for myself."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"I said you can keep some of it, and then donate the rest. What's wrong with that?"