Sovelis walked back up to the counter, dropped a yellow rupee on it, took aim, and let loose with his slingshot.

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A young man walks through the doors of the shooting gallery, bow already in hand. He walked to the wall and leaned against it, reaching into his hip-sack. His hands toiled inside the bag, until he removed a cylinder shaped container. Using his thumb, he popped off the black cap, and placed it on the floor next to his feet. He placed a finger inside the container, and pulled out a bow-string. By the time it was fully out, it was looking rather small for the bow he was using. It shined a golden color, and gleamed in the light of the sun the shined through the window. He placed one end of the string on the bottom of the bow, stuck his leg through the bow, and strung it with the efficiency of a pro. "Ha-HA!", He chuckled to himself, reaching for an arrow in his quiver. Pulling out a fine looking arrow, he inspected it before placing it on the string.

Waiting his turn in line, he placed a yellow rupee on the table, and smiled. A Deku who was seemingly unnoticed at the moment piped up from below him. "Thats an awfully expensive looking bow-string." The boy looked down at him, and smiled. "You bet it is! Cash doesn't come so easily these days, so if I'm gonna gamble, I'm gonna give it everything I've got!" The Deku hopped up onto the shelf as the young man got ready to shoot. "I like your enthusiasm!" The Deku said while the young man was lining up his shot. "I like your friendliness! Not many people just up and talk to ya anymore." With that, the boy let the first arrow fly- then the next- and the next.

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"Got yerself five hits there, here's yer twenty rupees."

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"That's mighty impressive, six hits'll get ya twenty rupees as well."

OOC: I can't believe I haven't tried this yet...Thanks for bringing it to my attention, ZV! I'ma get me a grand prize with all the rupees I got...Wait...I don't have a bow or slingshot...Hmm...I wonder if I'll be allowed to do this...?

IC: Saber poked his head through the door, looking around the establishment before stepping inside. He felt a bit out of place--he was actually going to be spending money. Then again, if things went well, he'd earn it all back anyways, right? Maybe more...He desperately needed the extra cash flow. Even if he lost, the chances were that it'd be a small loss...right?

He walked up to the counter and cleared his throat nervously. "Excuse me...I don't have a bow or anything, but perhaps..." He broke off mid-sentence, afraid of how the shopkeeper would respond if the mercenary shared his plans. Instead, he opened his left hand, and revealed ten tiny stones sitting in his palm. He placed five green rupees and a blue one on the counter, the remaining bits of money he had left, save a red. Without a word, he began to hurl the stones at the targets, hoping one of his childhood skills would pay off.

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"Got yerself five hits there, here's yer twenty rupees."

Saber pocketed the change quietly, his pulse quickening. I just made money! If I keep this up...I can get a chair! He tried to surpress a squeal as he grinned obnoxiously at the other man. "Don't suppose you'd mind if I tried again?" The mercenary says as he picks up several more pebbles, unleashing them in much the same fashion as he vies for more money, forgetting to pay for this round in the process. He'd remember to pay at the end though. Probably.

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"Got yerself four hits there. Keep ta ten rupees ya were supposed to give me."

OOC: If my Southern accent is horrible, pardon me. I don't usually deal with any sort of accent.

--RG Sam

Saber blushed. "That's right, I was supposed to pay. Um, right..." he quickly pulls out two blue rupees and tosses them onto the counter, then starts hurling rocks again.

OOC: 'Hurling rocks'...sounds painful.

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OoC: Are you just going to take it out or do I have to donate my ten rupees.
RG Edit: We take it out ourselves, dmetri; don't worry about it.

IC: Dmetri, whom had just walked in the town shooting gallery, staggered up to the counter by the manager. He clutched his yellow rupee close with his fingers, and chose to speak up to the manager.

"Hello sir. Perhaps I shall try and break your floating plates. Here, take my money. Start it up so I can start the game of gambling already; it's cold. I have no slingshot, set of darts, javelin, stones, nor a bow or arrow; my trusty deku nuts I shall use in this situation."

Dropping the correct amount of money on the counter/table, he blew and shot his deku nuts at the moving plates and hoped he would hit at least one of the plates, and get a good five rupees. If he missed, he was a complete failure. Besides, he was a Deku. He's supposed to be a good shot with his deku-nut-shooter-thingy.

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"Five hits, ye get a twenny rupee prize, that'll net ye ten!"



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"Four hits, y'get a full refund there, woody."

'Keep my rupees; I'll try once again. Here, take 'em and start the game already!"

He slammed the rupee on the table, and Dmetri felt for sure it might break. It trembled in noise as it finally grew silent. The Deku Scrub got prepared and was able to once again shoot the plates.

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Saber, caught up in the wonder of profit, didn't even touch the rupees laid out before him, he simply picked up another handful of rocks, and flung them haphazardly, his arm beginning to tire ever so slightly.

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"Six good 'uns, that'll net ye a nice red rupee!"

SABER
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"Only four hits there, take yer money back!"

It had been a while since Sharpe has visited Rauru town. All remembered about it was the good food, the Stock Pot Inn, and the shooting gallery. He'd passed through here on his first journey to North Castle, and had nailed 6 shots! He opened the door to the shooting gallery and stepped through, already stringing his bow. Hollow, following quickly behind his friend, rounded the corner and hopped up onto the counter. He removed a yellow rupee from his pocket, and placed it on the counter. "Go for it!" He called out to Sharpe, who wasted no time nocking an arrow, and letting it fly!

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"Four targets ain't so bad. Here's yer money back."