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[desireschild.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's bored and sitting up towards the 'rafters' of the DR? Dear Cupid here is bored, and guess what he does when he's bored?

Seriously, if you reply to this you better be prepared to get shot by his arrows. XD]

[ooc edit: btw, the arrows are temporary if you like. or for good. I don't really care.]

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[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[...sakhfkja. Yeah. He felt that, and attempts to pull it out...]

...this world must have a cruel sense of humor.

[grabbing some cloth napkin from his pocket and attempting to use it as a blindfold? Oh yes.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[look who's wandering by with a DS.]

...why are you wearing a a blindfold?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

...Well, I was hit by an arrow, and I'd rather not be affected by it.

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Someone shot you with an arrow?

[poking the side of yer head, Ienzo.]

You look okay to me. Here, I want to show you a game you might like.

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if that's a good idea...

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

But it's my duty to teach you all about gaming. This one even has puppies. It's not hard.

[pulls at the blindfold.]

How's this going to do you any good anyway?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

...well, I understand that, but--

[yeah. Blindfold's almost off]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[learn to tie knots, Ienzo. tugs it down.]

There. Where'd you get hit, anyway?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

[b-buh...this is what he was afraid of. trying not to stare...really]

I was... h-hit from behind. Though I still believe that wasn't a good idea. Those arrows...

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[frowns and leans over to get a look.]

Where? It wasn't poisoned, was it?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

Not...exactly.

[he points to where it hit, nonetheless]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

... I don't see anything. Are you sure you weren't dreaming?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

I almost wish I were...

[sigh. This isn't good. Points to the arrow on the ground.]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[follows the pointing, and picks it up.]

Is this thing for real? Who shot you?

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

I didn't have a chance to see, unfortunately...

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

Well I think I can hear them.

[referring to that tell-tale muffled laughter.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

...Lovely. It seems that others have been shot, too.

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

...what's going on?

[asdgh has arrow shot at her.]

[radiantprodigy.livejournal.com]

W-well... I haven't a clue, but I'm certain that these arrows aren't of the normal variety.

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[yeah, she has one sticking out of her chest. stares at it, then reaches up to pull it out.]

... I think I get what you mean now.

[desireschild.livejournal.com]

[the muffled laughter from the rafters should answer this question]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[looking up there now, suspicious.]

[desireschild.livejournal.com]

[yea, he's totally thinking about shooting you too]

[willnotbuffyou.livejournal.com]

[o-oh god, what. taps the back of the arrow against her leg.]

What's the big idea?

[desireschild.livejournal.com]

Bored. And this is kind of my job, anyway. [whoosh, arrow! try to dodge if you like]