The Salle, Saturday Morning

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James attacked.
He lunged, blocked, parried, sidestepped the expected attack, and lunged again, moving swiftly, bringing the rapier around with a quickness that few could match, the blade slicing through the air as he practiced.
It had been a week since he vanished, sucked into an underw2ater hellhole through a rift, been attacked by crazed not-fully-human monsters (and killed them), and returned to Fandom. Since that time, he had been attacked by a shop clerk and a healer, snapped at by a large crystal and his big sister, and he had somehow lost his...Thursday riding partner.
And so James was in the salle, burning off some pent-up frustration.

[ooc: salle open!]

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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He critiqued the second form; minor position errors, things that might end up with muscles fatigued more than necessary by overextension.

"Well, there's two types of rulers: those that rule because they're supposed to, inherited, elected, and they do all right. And there are those who rule because they can: they have the gift for politics, for command in battle. I've seen both. I prefer those who can." He grinned. "Duty and privilege. I serve my king because it was my duty. I serve my prince because it's a privilege."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda swallowed. She was morally opposed to monarchy on general principals. The only reason she was agreeing to go through with the whole thing was because she knew that the alternative would be worse for everyone. She honestly had no idea if she could rule. The last time she'd been anything like a leader, it'd all literally burned down around her.

"I guess we'll see what kind I turn out to be." she said, trying to hide her misgivings.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I could give lessons," he said, wryly.

They may not be the best lessons, as he, and his prince, were the type to make (and enforce) harsh decisions.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"My you are full of wisdom aren't you."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Hah," he barked. "Hardly. I've just been around a bit, is all."


[The bed, it calls to me!]

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda moved through the motions of the form once more, according to his corrections.

[I know how that is.]

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Right. Here's the third form." He demonstrated, throwing a bit of exaggeration into the moves, and then again, near-speed with tighter, economical motions.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"I can see how you learned dancing rather easily." Leda said, copying his movements. She was a bit clumsy at first, but after trying it a few times, she got it right.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but in most cases, dancing doesn't lead to cuts, bruises, or death."

In most cases.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Ever been in a mosh pit?" Or done the masochism tango?

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure. What is a mosh?" James does not ache for anyone's lips, nor much more for anyone's whips.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"It's a kind of dance that from what I can tell, involves a lot of flailing around and not caring if you push, punch or kick everyone around you. In fact I think you get bonus points for that."

But Leda has very nice lips. She tends to leave out the beatings though.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I've had barfights like that, but not to music," he said with a smirk.

James may have very disturbing images of elves could he read the subtext.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Heh. Once or twice I've thought it'd be cool to actually have a soundtrack playing while I was in a fight."

Least he hasn't heard about the Wild Elves in the Never Never that keep mortals as pets

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I've heard of this, on those movies on the TV. Doesn't happen in real life."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"I bet I could make it work."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I'd like to see it. But a fight's not like that dance the other week," he pointed out.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"No of course not. But the music wouldn't necessarily be like that either."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"I hope not."

He sighed. "There was a fight, with music, in that place. Beautiful waltz, disfigured maniacs." James suppressed a shudder.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"What place?" Leda asked softly.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Rapture, may it flood with water and be stricken from records," he said.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Never heard of it. Maybe it has."