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CLOSED | head-on
WHO: Wren + Gwen
The location is secluded enough; with so few to occupy these halls, it hasn't been difficult to ensure this stretch of space (once a classroom, perhaps, for its size) temporarily unoccupied. The battered furniture has been dragged aside, some marks sketched on the floor and walls in chalk.
She's arrived early, a set of basic trousers laid out beside an unaccented dagger. The latter is quality steel, for all its stark appearance; the former — well. If some small concessions have been made to quality, they are unlikely anything that Gwen will notice. Finer than might be strictly proper to requisition is still. You know. Peasant shit.
No purpose to armor here: Her own clothing's loose, plain. If there's an edge about her today, it's been deliberately pressed flat. She waits, and rehearses, and breathes,
It isn't the first time she's trained an insolent harpy. It probably won't be the last.
Just, usually they already know how to throw a punch.
WHAT: Training montage but like, no one's happy about it.
WHEN: Earlyish this month.
WHERE: Gallows.
NOTES: Language, probably.
WHEN: Earlyish this month.
WHERE: Gallows.
NOTES: Language, probably.
The location is secluded enough; with so few to occupy these halls, it hasn't been difficult to ensure this stretch of space (once a classroom, perhaps, for its size) temporarily unoccupied. The battered furniture has been dragged aside, some marks sketched on the floor and walls in chalk.
She's arrived early, a set of basic trousers laid out beside an unaccented dagger. The latter is quality steel, for all its stark appearance; the former — well. If some small concessions have been made to quality, they are unlikely anything that Gwen will notice. Finer than might be strictly proper to requisition is still. You know. Peasant shit.
No purpose to armor here: Her own clothing's loose, plain. If there's an edge about her today, it's been deliberately pressed flat. She waits, and rehearses, and breathes,
It isn't the first time she's trained an insolent harpy. It probably won't be the last.
Just, usually they already know how to throw a punch.