Hunt 004 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[Hello, Paradisa. Daryl's lazy, relaxed, southern drawl comes out over the journals.]

So, anyone here like huntin'? There's prob'ly a bit of fair game out in the woods. I reckon I got a decent map o' the area.

[He's not too comfortable on wishing up food. Besides, old habits died hard.]

...Could maybe do with some company, s'long as y'don't scare the prey away.

[Daryl then sets his journal to one side on the couch in the lobby. The sounds of him tinkering with his crossbow will filter through.]

((OOC: Open over the journals or in person in the lobby.))

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[heloise]

I will be there soon.

[ She chuckles, and hurries down in her full regalia!

Arriving by the lobby, she walks slowly to the center of the room to spot someone with a bow and arrow because, well, she doesn't know what a gun is. ]

[squirrelhunter]

[And considering that Daryl is tinkering about with a crossbow, it should be pretty obvious who it is.

He doesn't even look up yet, working on making sure the string is tightened.]

[heloise]

[ That resembles a bow, so she approaches cautiously. ]

Hello. Are you the hunter?

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl looks up, studying Lucrezia for a moment.]

Yeah, that's me.

[Same lazy drawl as over the journal. He doesn't look like much of a hunter at a first glance, the way he's sprawled over the couch. He does look pretty lazy.]

[heloise]

[ And there she is in her full renaissance garb with a net of pearls on her head and embroidered slippers on her feet, yes. All ready to hunt. She curtsies. ]

I am Lucrezia Borgia. My husband likes to hunt as well, for deer.

[squirrelhunter]

[Eyebrow perk at that curtsie. Never had no-one do that to him before.]

Y'sure ya dressed for huntin'?

[heloise]

[ She isn't sure how to answer that, this is dressing for all occasions ever. ]

Should I wear a coat?

[squirrelhunter]

That'd be a start.

[He examines her again.]

Better shoes wouldn't be a bad idea, princess. Don't want ya breakin' ya ankle on a tree root.

[heloise]

[ Here's wishing for a sweeping coat that appears out of thin air and falls onto her arms. ] Riding shoes?

And call me Lucrezia, I am no princess. [ Correcting him because, yes. ] What is your name?

[squirrelhunter]

[He merely shrugs at that correction.]

We ain't gonna be doin' no ridin'.

...Name's Daryl.

[heloise]

We will be walking? [ Incredulous, but she wishes for a pair of riding shoes anyway. ]

Daryl. It is a pleasure surely.

[squirrelhunter]

'course we will. [He states this as if it should be obvious.] Don't want t'scare the game away.

[He doesn't respond to the fact that it may, or may not, be a pleasure to meet him. He's not a man of many words.

Instead, he picks up his crossbow and slings it over a shoulder.]

Let's go.

[heloise]

[ Hunters, she concludes, are men of few words, like her husband. She slips into her new shoes and leaves the old ones behind, because the castle will take care of them. ]

I shall be as quiet as a mouse.

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl pauses to do up the lace on one of his boots before starting to head towards the door.]

Good.

[heloise]

[ She links her hands behind her back as she trails closely behind. ]

Why do you hunt when the castle grants all wishes?

[squirrelhunter]

Don't trust it.

[He holds the door open for Lucrezia. He's at least a gentleman in that regard.]

Magic castle givin' ya everythin' ya want? Nah, somethin' fucked up's goin' on here.

((OOC: Also, he's Murphy MacManus' identical twin. Just so you know. :D))

[heloise]

[ She rewards him with a bright smile for that gesture. ]

Is it so terrible to be provided for?

[ ooc; yes! I wasn't sure if you wanted people to notice the similarity or not ;) ]

[squirrelhunter]

I don't trust it.

((OOC: Go nuts. I love it.))

[heloise]

You do not trust a castle that provides you with food and lodgings and everything you could wish for?

[ She comes closer to walk beside him, watching him quietly. ]

Are you triplets?

[squirrelhunter]

Nope.

[He shifts a bit, uncomfortable with someone watching that closely.]

...What're ya talkin' 'bout?

[heloise]

[ They don't teach her about personal space in her family, nope. ]

Come now, I have spoken to Connor and Murphy.

[squirrelhunter]

[For god's sake... A sigh here.]

We ain't related.

[heloise]

[ Giving him an incredulous look. ]

A coincidence then. I hope you will pardon my presumption.

[squirrelhunter]

[A grunt in response. You'll find that Daryl isn't the most eloquent of people to talk to.]