Character Name: Erik Vidar<br/>Current Location: Arena and Sports Center/Archery Range<br/>Tagging: Initially Deryn; Makoto<br/><br/>Oh, great. Too little too late did he realize the student had one of those damned, unobtrusive music players on. Not like back in his day, where you used a bulky walkman, or a boombox.  Oh well; he supposes miniaturization is the way of the future. A good thing, actually, though that's neither here nor there.<br/><br/>"Just between you and me, I'm not always fond of the rules, either, but they have their place." He said with a wry grin, and watched Deryn head off. "Remember, their's going to be something of a start-of-the-year party down by the beach, if that's your thing." Personally, Erik did not want to go to the thing, but he knew he had to.<br/><br/>Doesn't mean he can't spend a little longer surveying what is/will become his domain on school, though. He's been here several days already, and while he has had plenty of time to memorize the layout of things, he wants to be especially familiar with the ins and outs of his area.<br/><br/>So it was that, as he walked around, covering great distances between strides, not because of how fast he moved, but the largeness of his steps, he spied another student. She was holding a bow, looked in shot, and... oh hey, a bullseye on the target.<br/><br/>"That shot would be impressive from further back. It's a lot more difficult from thirty feet back." He'd say, seeming slightly amused by the girl. Or maybe he was just in a good mood and always like that, who knows. "Also, you know you're typically supposed to wear bracers, right?"<br/><br/>"My name is Mr. Vidar, by the way, I will be the coach and physical educator. I would appreciate it if you put the bow back where you got it from." He would say this as he walked over to the target, and put one hand on the arrow, one on the target. He slowly, gingerly pulled the arrow out, while slowly twisting it. He avoided breaking it.