[He carefully takes off his leather arm guards, and slides them on over his gloves. Strapping them on and tightening them... they fit shockingly well, and he has to wonder if that is part of their magical nature.]
[He trots over and picks his bow back up, swapping it from hand to hand- the gauntlets don't seem to block his range of movement or his fingers at all- that's good.
Just like before he takes stance, his fingers calling the string into being- but when he pulls it he puts a bit more oompth into the weapon. Too worked up from Choromatsu asking about the curse, and maybe a little bit wanting to impress his friend. And that bit of extra force makes the string glow bright emerald green, and as the arrow appears the wind kicks up from the weapon, making the sand billow around him, and catching hos ponytail and causing it to whip about behind him. The light catches the gauntlets and his own similarly colored eyes, shimmering gold, the silver tint of his hair and the gilded weapon all together make quite the image.
He pulls, eyes narrowed with his intense focus, taming the winds with his will. Release-
Um... I'm not sure? [ The merfolk might use weapons for defending themselves from predators and to catch food but aside from being a spoiled sheltered prince people didn't talk to, there's not much way to make what humans have in the same fashion. He has to fall back on what his father's weapons are. ]
[He's never had need to really think about it much- war and killing are just a part of his life. Bandits, invaders, monsters and wild beasts... all are things he's had to kill before]
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[He carefully takes off his leather arm guards, and slides them on over his gloves. Strapping them on and tightening them... they fit shockingly well, and he has to wonder if that is part of their magical nature.]
How do they look?
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They look great!
[ Dashing, one could say.
Then he gets a little more serious. ]
They don't feel weird or anything though, right?
[ he's been worried about this for days ]
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[ He settles into the sand a little, tail idly splishing and splashing behind him. ]
...What'd you mean by "double cursed" though?
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[He frowns down at his hands]
It's... it's not important.
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...S-Sorry. Did I say something wrong?
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Well, you don't have to worry about dad cursing you. I think he's more for just straight up killing when he's mad.
[ CHOROMATSU THAT DOESN'T HELP ]
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[He huffs and puffs]
Whatever- let's see if I can draw a bow with these]
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Just like before he takes stance, his fingers calling the string into being- but when he pulls it he puts a bit more oompth into the weapon. Too worked up from Choromatsu asking about the curse, and maybe a little bit wanting to impress his friend. And that bit of extra force makes the string glow bright emerald green, and as the arrow appears the wind kicks up from the weapon, making the sand billow around him, and catching hos ponytail and causing it to whip about behind him. The light catches the gauntlets and his own similarly colored eyes, shimmering gold, the silver tint of his hair and the gilded weapon all together make quite the image.
He pulls, eyes narrowed with his intense focus, taming the winds with his will. Release-
And accidentally takes out the post completely]
... oops.
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........hot ]
......is that what those things do?
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[ he lives underwater remember ]
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Is that... anything like a trident?
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[He makes a gesture like stabbing someone with a trident]
Well, a bow let's you send arrows, which are like tiny tridents, flying at things to attack them. Further then you could throw with your arms alone.
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...What would you need to use that for?
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So it kills.
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[He's never had need to really think about it much- war and killing are just a part of his life. Bandits, invaders, monsters and wild beasts... all are things he's had to kill before]
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I thought it like. Maybe played music.
[ He motions like he's holding up an invisible "bow" and plucking the "string" ]
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[He mimes plucking strings, though like it was something across his lap instead]
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[ he knows that one because he can actually play one ]
...What's a koto?
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