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[ at some point during the evening of december 24th, eddie slips a piece of paper under clarke's door. unfolded, it depicts a watercolor painting of clarke wearing leather armor not unlike the sort that would be seen in fantasy films throughout the ages along with a cloak, hood up, and she's holding a bow with a nocked arrow. the caption reads:

level 14 halfling ranger.

on the back, there is a note written in eddie's messy scrawl: ]

clarke,
thanks for patching me back together, doc. almost made you a cleric, but high level rangers get some druid spells so it seemed kind of fitting for someone as deadly as you.
merry christmas,
-em

( the leather armor is not unlike what grounders wore, and the sky people eventually adopted in times of war. it's familiar, and jarring to see. but clarke has an artists eye and stares for a long time at the entirety of the picture.

did you know the last time she was sketched was on a wanted poster? this painting is a lot kinder, and will be living in the drawer of her serena eterna cabinroom desk for the rest of their lives on board the ship.

she doesn't get what the level means. or what a halfling is. but the sentiment hits home, and the next day (emotions much more solidly under wraps) texts him: )

So should I learn how to shoot a bow?

[ ooc: since phones don't work on excursions (OOPS) do you want this to be passing physical notes or in person? ]

( SIGHS LOUDLY AT MY OWN CONFUSION but okay here we go! this is, in the end, a very brief and passing in person interaction over breakfast scones in one of the main dining areas the next morning. yanno when bullies slide up behind you in the lunch line and jostle your tray? a little like that, but the sentiment is cautiously warm. and the only jostle is a very light brush of elbows when she reaches across him to get a pastry out from beneath the sneeze guard. )

So you think it'd be worth it if I learned how to shoot a bow?

[ a part of eddie kind of doesn't expect much in the way of acknowledgement over his presents? he made them mostly because he wants to see his friends smile, and he's been getting kind of hyped over the idea of actually starting up a game, so! it made sense!!

but here we are, two would be heroes just compiling what looks to be a promising meal before (at least for eddie) avoiding leaving the comfort of the hotel for as long as possible. ]

I mean. Yeah, I think it couldn't hurt?

[ he doesn't know how it works here, the whole ammunition thing. but it's probably easier to craft arrows than bullets, right? if she's being serious, of course. ]

I don't know, maybe one of the magic people can even enchant the arrows.

( not serious in regards to having had no issue conserving bullets or regaining them from sundries, but serious about diversifying her weaponry skills. in the battle royale, clarke had been given a sickle and nothing else. in any future instance, she'd like to at least make use enough of a randomized blade to be able to put up a fight. a gun will always be easier, why stop there?

with a hmm of thought, and reaching for a muffin: )

Like so they could explode on impact? Or never miss? That would be cool.

[ meanwhile, eddie stocks up on an array of different foods on his plate. he'll blame it on the cold. the more food, the more his body will be able to stay warm in spite of the freezing temperatures of their current location. ]

Yeah, like. I don't know how possible it is to make those in real life, but in the game they had all different kind of effects. Acid or poison damage, grappling arrows, and yeah, arrows that don't miss. You wanna be careful of that, though, there are enough warnings out there about weapons that always hit their mark, even when accidentally aimed at a loved one. [ because really, that's all they'd need right now. ]

( momentarily distracted by the thought of dipping an arrow head into the vial of mizuki's toxin before sending it flying, but immediately brought back to an unpleasant reconstruction of earth at the mention of friendly fire. yikes. she makes a face. )

Guess I'll hold off on those for a while, and start with just... maybe learning how to hold a bow. ( and finding one to hold in the first place.

... )

I liked your drawing. Thank you.

[ eddie lets out a deep sigh at that, and nods in agreement. he hasn't been involved in nearly anything like clarke has, but he can appreciate the dangers involved in handling weapons one might not be ready for.

like handing a kid a recurve bow and expecting him to be able to hit a deer. it's a memory that he hasn't even thought of in years, having spent far too much time burying almost everything associated with his father deep down where it wouldn't flood back to the surface. ]

My dad taught me, [ he blurts out, blinking in confusion, like maybe he hadn't really meant to say that out loud. ]

Oh. Thank you, I could uh. I could probably draw more, if you wanted. [ as if he needs the excuse to focus on a distraction. ] And if we do find a bow and arrow, maybe I can help with that.

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