Pov: You see Larkfrost at the local archery range praticing his shot.

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June: wow that was a amazing shot

Larkfrost: Thanks, gov'nor.

June: What bow do you use

Larkfrost: Custom carved longbow.

June: Pulse bow

Creed: Oi, nice shot!

Larkfrost:Thanks, mate ^w^

Creed: You a professional?

Larkfrost: In my own right, I suppose

Creed: Hm.

Larkfrost: So what brings you to these parts?

Creed: Just walking around, running from the SCP Foundation.

Larkfrost: The only SCP I ever really much cared or was 3312.

Zach: Damn, nice shot

Larkspur: thanks

Zach: Yeah, you did well on that

Larkfrost:

Zach: what the-

(As in, the compliment reversed)

*in the woods under the shade making him unable to see* ???:good shot

Larkfrost: (into nowhere) 'ello gov'nor

(Infected Cory's parasitic eye stared. The side of Cory that wasn't infected seemed to be in pain.)

Larkfrost: 'ello gov'nor

Infected Cory: help help help help help help help help help help help help help help help

Larkfrost: *passes the codeine* are you alright?

Infected Cory: it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts

Larkfrost: are you alright?

Infected Cory: im not okay help me please help help help help help help

Larkfrost: the codeine may dull the pain a little.

(Infected Cory's non-infected side starts crying.)

Larkfrost: what happened?

Cory: He attacked me... Now I'm infected...

Larkfrost: What SCP is it this time?

Infected Cory: . . .

Larkfrost: Fine. There's a hospital for the supernatural a couples down the road. Want me to take you there?

Cory: Yes...

Larkfrost: alrighty mate. *Hops into white f-150* hop in.

ODST Craig: hey you have a hard boiled egg

ODST Craig: gimme the egg

ODST Craig: the boiled egg

Where?

Illy: Sup.

Larkfrost:UwU

Illy: Heh.

Larkfrost: 'ello gov'nor.

Illy: You got good aim there.

Larkfrost: I reckon you do too. *passes a bow*

Illy: Er, I'm not good at bows, and things, but I will try. *she readied the bow, and aimed, firing an okay shot*

Larkfrost: that wasn't too bahd. (Boston accent)

Illy: Eh, it was okay. *she gave the bow back to him* Wait, I haven't told you my name. I'm the Illuminati, but you can call me Illy.

Larkfrost: Nice to meet you, Illy

Illy: Nice to meet you too, Mr...

Larkfrost: Mr. Larkfrost

Illy: Mr. Larkfrost. *she looked happy*