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[ OPEN ] Do you believe in magic?
WHO: Jim Kirk & Anyone
WHAT: Catchall through Harvestmere (October)
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.
WHAT: Catchall through Harvestmere (October)
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.
A - The Magic Man's Come and He's Here to Stay
The morning that changed it all had not begun like he'd expected, obviously. It had been rather embarrassing actually (not that he would be recounting that particular part of the story, especially when he would be apologizing for it for the rest of the month most likely). But ever since the change had happened, he began to make regular trips outside of the walls of Skyhold and out into the forests, away from the immediate eyes and ears of the general masses.
After all, he didn't need everyone looking in on him as he pointed his shard-embedded hand at a tree, waiting for something to happen. He felt terribly foolish, but he knew he had shot a beam from his shard - several times, in fact. Whatever was happening, it wasn't a fluke, and he had better learn to control it less it get away from him in a critical moment.
"On!" Pause. "Fire!" Another pause. "Damn it, do something!"
Pew!
"Please don't let that be my trigger phrase...."
B - Listen Up, I Never Say Anything Twice (Classes)
Currently, Kirk run three classes, all at varying times. It made for an interesting schedule, but it kept him busy, and he enjoyed it. All three classes were open to anyone who wished to join, which meant his classes often had mixed skill levels.
Mathematics had Kirk walking between the students, grouping them according to kill level and doing mini-sessions. With the smallest ones or those with no knowledge he focused on the basics, patiently pointing out how to handle the equations. The groups went up from there, and after a bit Kirk clapped his hands to get their attention.
"All right, who wants to play a game?"
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Once math was over, he moved on to the sciences. His focus for right now was an understanding of the human body (he was not comfortable enough in the physiology of the other races to teach it), and overall health, along with natural science such as how weather worked. Really it varied, and every lesson could get easily derailed as students asked questions and he expanded.
"All right, all right - anything else before I move on?"
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And of course there was self defense classes, focusing on hand-to-hand combat. Like his other classes, he paired skill level with skill level. Unlike his other two, he was far more strict here, walking between partners, critiquing and demonstrating.
"Come on, go at it for real!" he called. "This is practice for a real life situation, so better treat it like one!"
C - The Man About Town
When not practicing with his shard or teaching his classes, Kirk was running errands around Skyhold, acting as a sort of courier for businesses. It wasn't the best pay, but it saw him through the days. It meant he ran between businesses in the market and even around the medical tents.
He spent time at the stables as well, working on his horsemanship, or visiting with Boggie. He could often be seen talking to him and petting the bog unicorn, sometimes with his cats, Leonard and Nikita, in tow.
Of course he would make appearances at the tavern, happy to sit and enjoy an evening of music and song with drink in hand. Some nights he could convinced to sing of his strange, other-worldly songs too.
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He turned his horse to follow, obviously letting Jim take the lead for this one. Of the two of them the smaller man was going to be more familiar with their surroundings than himself after having been here awhile. Of course it also let the large King admire that athletic figure on the back of that horse. That was a very handsome man and he was already wondering what was under the clothes besides what had to be wonderful muscles for him to run his large hands over.
"I know I will live up to mine. I'm certain you're just as confident."
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"I can count on one hand the complaints I've received in my life, and most of those are from my youth."
He pulled up and dismounted, leaving the kittens' leads connected to the saddle. They were long enough for them to explore a bit, but not wander far. Sure that his horse and the kittens were secure he pushed past a bit of underbrush to a small clearing - large enough to spread out his bedroll, and sheltered enough not to give anyone passing by a full view right off. It had the air of secretive seclusion, which gave all of this a little bit of a salacious feeling that made him smile.
"I think this will fit you," he looked over his shoulder at Iskandar, smirking widely.
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He had no complaints though. Getting off his horse, he patted the beast and let him wander. Bucephalus would go nowhere, of that he was certain. This beast was loyal to him even without their statuses as Spirits. He would gladly wait here until it was time for his master to get up and leave. That left him room to turn his full attention to Jim who he grabbed and pulled against him, showing off just how powerful those muscles were.
"Still, we will easily work with this. There can be something exciting about tight spaces."
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He gasped when Iskandar grabbed him, pulling him close like that with little to no effort. There was something incredibly arousing about that, that made him shiver as his arms wrapped around the thickly corded shoulders. As a man who was used to being in command and being obeyed, it surprised some of his partners to learn he enjoyed being handled like this. Usually he would be more reluctant about it, but there was something about Iskandar, a way he simply clicked with him, that he felt all right ceding that bit of control.
"Though I am eager to see how you make it work," he leaned up to bite at him, fingers pushing beneath his shirt along the top of his spine.
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