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[bear_with_her]

Och! I don't understand anythin'! "Fictional worlds"? "Fake people"? "Nothin' but stories?" It makes no sense! As real as th'sky bein' blue, Scotland is. Sure, a legend or two may have been a wee bit exaggerated, but this? This seems like th'unreal thing, not th'other way around!

It's not fair. I refuse t'believe any of this nonsense.

...So, if anyone could be so kind as t'point me t'the exit, I'd be much obliged.

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[freezespirited]

Sure. See you there.

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[bear_with_her]

[She ends the call.

However, she might show up a bit late to the beach. She can neither confirm nor deny allegations of "getting lost in the city" at this time. Trudging through the sand -here, she thought the beach would be rockier- and bow in hand, she looks up and down the stretch of shoreline, looking for the boy.]

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[freezespirited]

[From his place in the air, Jack raises one eyebrow at Merida. It really is like looking at one of those medieval books. Well, if they took place on a warm beach. He swoops down in front of her.]

So how do you want to do this? I could give you a target, or you could try to shoot me.

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[bear_with_her]

[She jumps, eyes wide and mouth agape.]

Ye... ye aren't human, are ye...?

[Shaking her head to gather her wits and standing up straight, she quickly addresses his question.]

Human or not, lettin' me have a go at ye is nothin' short of a death wish.

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[freezespirited]

[Jack beams, eyes sparkling with mischief.]

Sorry, did I startle you?

[He lands in front of her, tossing his staff back and forth.]

I'm not sure about that, but I can give you another target if you're so worried.

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[bear_with_her]

[What a cheeky lad.] Ye did, but know that I know ye can do that, ye won't be able t'any more.

[But enough of that. She pulls the bow off her shoulder and notches and arrow, ready to raise and aim.]

I'm not worried, though ye would be if I decided t'have ye on the receivin' end. So... what are ye waitin' for? Make me a target, oh great floatin' sherpard lad.

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[freezespirited]

I accept your challenge for what it is.

I'll believe that after you prove it. Of course, brave archer from distant kingdoms. [A shock of blue light twists in and around his staff. Gripping it with both hands, he aims at the sky, an eruption of the same phenomenon flying in the air, fast freezing to form ten different narrow, soaring ice crystals for her to shoot.]

Have at it.

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[bear_with_her]

[She was not expecting that, not in the least. Though the first arrow is shot a bit frantically, it hits its target. Merida steadily gains a rhythm, hitting most of the crystals. However, rapid fire is not her true forte, and the last crystal hits the ground a mere moment before her arrow can reach it.

Still, considering she's never had this sort of moving target before, she feels rather proud.]

I dunno about ye, but I'd say nine out of ten isn't bad!

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[freezespirited]

[Jack's stare stays glued to the sky, watching each arrow with anticipation. He lets out a loud whoop of excitement, jumping a few times in the air.]

That's an understatement defined. Let's try something different.

[He flies off, about 70 meters ahead on the beach. Out of nowhere, he conjures an ice statue shaped like a person.]

Okay! Now try!