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[Open] Training Montage!

WHO: Adasse Agassi and YOU
WHAT: Adasse making himself useful, or not.
WHEN: Most of Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Warnings for cursing, possible mentions of darker things (will update), and crime.

1. Training Montage - Part One

It starts with Adasse taking Beleth's words to heart - to helping someone else because she helped him. He saw some of the scouts trying to work on trying to sneak, and after swallowing a lot of laughter, he walked them through the basics of keeping out of sight.

From there, he graduated to expanding Ellana's lessons to others - how to pickpocket from an important mark without getting caught. Light fingers in pockets, off belts, how to snip off a purse with a dagger without being noticed. It was all about moving your fingers in the right way, and like Ellana, he had them do finger strengthening exercises.

The final step, lock-picking. He was sitting on the ground, with a half a dozen Scouts around him, showing them what he was doing, step by step. "See - you don't want to tweak it too hard - if you do you snap off the pick and the lock's jammed. Permanent. Locking mechanisms are delicate things."

There's plenty of room for someone to sneak and observe, or at least snark from the background.

Training Montage - Part Deux!

There's something - someone - moving very rapidly over the roofs the gallows. Along the high stone walls, high above the courtyard, over the top of the slopes that lead down to the kitchens, along the edges of the towers and then down to the cobblestones of the Gallows. Adasse, without a shirt, running up the side of staircases, dark eyes intent and sweat beading over his body as he moves as rapidly as he can. Up, down, sideways, leaping off and rolling. A few times - he goes to climb up to a second story window -- but instead of climbing, he holds himself there. Muscles straining, and for the first time, something that had just looked like a colorful blur comes into focus.

A vhenadal tree, done in a rainbow of colors, down his entire back. If one looks closely enough ...

Either way, he's not paying attention to anyone below him. He's focusing on gripping the windowsill, and pulling himself up slowly, then lowering himself down again.

And ...Rest.

Above the Gallows courtyard, if you're just one of those people who happens to look up, you might see a young elf sitting atop one of the walls. He's dressed lightly, and a sack of apples is sitting next to him. A small brown nug is sleeping in his lap, whom he is petting with one hand. The other is holding open a book that he is, by all accounts, reading with complete absorption.

He'll probably hear you if you call out. A few times, at best.

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"Ah... huh," he mutters, bringing his gaze back down, brow now raised at the whole 'escape from a fancy house' scenario - that was awfully specific. "I can see it if you were actually attempting to get through the window. The muscle strengthening bit? Doesn't seem all that practical to do it up that high."

At the offered hand Sam raises his own, ready to shake it but hesitates for a moment at the last second. Both brows are up now, looking at Adasse with an amused look - 'comely' huh - and he finally takes the hand into his, giving it a firm shake.

"Samouel Gareth - healer and blacksmith of the Inquisition."

Well naturally - that's where all the good stuff was, wasn't it? Thievery and spying wasn't that different - all the best things came out of rich people's homes. "Well, that's because you're not a thief, yeah? Don't have to train yourself not to panic, like."

He grins at the shake - the man's got calluses on his hand and smells of herbs. "You know, that's ... pretty nice fit for you, all things considered."

Most annoying stuff came out of them, too. "Oh?" Sam grins at hearing that logic. "I assure you I've had to train plenty for that reason. Nobody wants to accidentally be shot by a mage in those situations."

After the shake Sam pulls his hand back and sets it back on his hip, head tilting at Adasse's next words. "All things considered? Really? You're one of the first who wasn't surprised by the combination."

"You're a mage then?" And here, he brightens, an odd sort of reaction from someone who clearly had no magic. "Were you Circle or apostate?"

He smirked faintly, "Well, both them are all about building, right? One's building people and one's building metal, but you use your hands and heart for both."

"Cirlce former, apostate currently." He only says that since it is good to note that the Chantry has labeled most if not all mages as such right now. That's a definite 'yes' that he was in fact a mage.

"Mmmm. I certainly use my hands and heart in my work for both things, but 'building'... I can't do that. That's a dangerous realm to cross into." He knows what Adasse means, but it's important to make it clear that his magic doesn't work like that; rumors were dangerous especially if they led to people believing you used blood magic. "I can mend what is already there, make people feel better. I can say they both take a steady hand and concentration though; strength in different ways."

"Well hello there, free mage." He grinned broadly. He wiped the sweat from his brow, before he looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I can see that. Steady hand, great concentration. Being the size of a house and smelling of elfroot."

He grinned again, "And all I can do is crack a lock in under a minute."

Size of a- Sam breaks into a laugh at the description. He supposes he is larger then most, being Fereldan, but the Inquisition seems to have quite a number of people who are like that. Course he doesn't feel all that big considering the number of Vashoth in their ranks. "I suppose I do smell of elfroot. Sometimes with or without smoke I've been told."

Chuckling still Sam returns the smile. "I've cracked a lock before in under a minute. Took the whole door with it though, so- Being able to do it without getting caught or noticed is impressive. And I'm sure there's more you can do then just pick locks, after all you seem to be physically training a lot."

"Yeah .... almost like you're on the constant brew for health potions. Which, oi, you ever need to make some coin I know where to sell those for a fortune."

"....yeah taking the door out doesn't really count." He gestured to himself, "As you can see, excellent physical health, can climb things easily, and? I've got a pretty decent memory."

"Considering the plants and such are supplied from the Inquisition for their purposes... I can't go around selling potions, especially for profit." Course he's not going to stop you from selling your own potions and supplies, Adasse, but it isn't his style. "I'm also doing fairly well in regards to coin."

"Counts when the point is to just get into the other room." He knows it's not technically the same thing, but technicalities - you did say 'crack'. "All good to have. Any weapon skills?"

"Neat - but - you know." He shrugs and smiles warmly, "We can always use more coin - says the really poor thief."

He snorts softly, before he nodded, "Dagger-man. Learning some new tricks from Kit that are really helping out."

Poor thief? "Really? And here I was thinking you had some scam going where you got health potions from the infirmary to help with aches and pains from your training, but instead was selling them for a fortune." He grins, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head slightly. "Course, you know, the Inquisition does pay runners to deliver messages over the city. That does seem up your alley." And more legal.

"Kit..." He's heard the name. "Never met him, but know of him. What kind of tricks?"

"... Well I never thought of that. Might have to get into that line." Adasse tipped his head thoughtfully, before he shook his head, "Got to be careful with that. I, ah, still have a price on my head so the way I deliver anything is usually running at full tilt."

A grin passed his face, as he took a step back from Sam, and suddenly flowed around him like water. Twisting around, he tapped the spot right on Sam's shoulder before moving back and away.

"Those kind."

"I'm going to highly suggest you don't make it a regular occurrence." After all he works at the infirmary and there's only so much he can turn a blind eye to. Not to mention one person suddenly acquiring a large number of their supplies in a short time would raise alarms.

The other part has Sam tilting his head. "Price on your head? Then have you considered any job inside the Inquisition headquarters?" Look, he came from having nothing to a bunch of things, so of course he's going to suggest stuff so Adasse wasn't scrapping by everyday - he did say he was a 'poor thief'.

Sam blinks at the movement, or at least the first few steps before the elf became a blur to his eyes. He certainly wasn't as dexterous to keep up with the movement, but he could still feel Fortitude keeping track instinctively - just in case. It takes a moment after feeling the tap on his arm to register to turn in that direction.

"That seems... handy."

"Honestly? Not sure how much trouble it's worth. Health potions are easy to move, sure, but people start asking questions about where they came from ... think you stole them from healers trying to help people ... yeah." He shakes his head. "Not worth the reputation hit."

He pauses, delicately. "I'm not even sure what I would do in the Headquarters, honestly. I've always been better on the move." Beyond that - trapped here in the Gallows? Where his foster mother had lost her freedom? No, he could never.

Another pause, and then a chuckle as he came back around to the front. "It will be once I get it down right."

Sam gives a sigh, frustrated on Adasse's behalf. Course it would be easier if he didn't already have people out for him, but that seemed like the norm for most people who were living in Kirkwall - you either were well off, or you weren't and got caught up in things. He also felt the same about the Gallows, he did as much as he could to stay out of them.

"Hrm... And I suppose if you aren't doing any work the Inquisition won't compensate you with pay. There aren't any scouting missions or anything they need... well a scout for?"

A pause, and a raised brow. "That wasn't even getting it 'down right'? How is it supposed to work?"

Adasse shrugged - this is his life and how he has had to live it. It's not easy to be elf. Or really an elf orphan who has decided to make his life work thieving. He's done what he has to do to survive in a world pretty much all against him.

"I do like eating. So if I like eating, I got to work." He shrugged again, smiling once more.

"You don't even see me do it."

Being a mage, Same understood having the world against you, but he understood that it wasn't quite the same as being an elf; it was easier to hide magic then your appearance. Course since he was suggesting work inside of the Inquisition, Sam hadn't considered that being an elf would be a problem. But suppose they were still working out of Kirkwall.

"Well... suppose if you do need to eat, I can always trade you a meal for some sort of labor." Moving some boxes or something; he certainly has a list of little things that he can count as 'work'.

He doesn't know why, but as soon as he says the offer, his mind just imagines Cyril saying something suggestive - as he does. Sam cannot help but give a huff at where his mind went, but he supposes offering for someone to come home with him - at some point - while they were shirtless, and after commenting he was attractive, would trigger an image like that.

"Like at all? Even when I'm facing you?"

Adasse would say it was a sliding scale of horrible - and frankly normal humans could bite his rather fine arse for the sort of way they looked down on people who struggled their whole lives with what they were. It wasn't as much a problem - the Inquisition was Really Strict about elven and mage equality - but he would never let himself get pinned down in a human first religious ...thing. He was doing this to help his people, not Andraste's loyal followers.

There is a pause, and with a perfectly straight face, "Well all right, as long as it is manual labor and not anything else. I never pay for the other, or get paid."

His smile widened, "I could vanish right before your eyes."

The whole bit about vanishing certainly peeks Sam's interest, and the look he gives shows just the slightest bit of disbelief. Seriously? Just vanish? But that is currently being put on hold for the other thing Adasse had said.

There's a moment as Sam stares back before his lips purse together and a bit of red rushes to his cheeks. Well that would certainly explain why that image had popped up in his head, apparently what he said had sounded like he might have been suggesting something else? Not that it would be bad that he was suggesting something else-? But that was not what he was going for at all.

"Oh." He says smartly. "That wasn't- I wasn't suggesting that kind of labor in exchange for a meal."

He grinned quietly, before he tipped his head back to look up at Sam. His dark eyes sparked humor and a touch of heat, before he grinned at the other man.

"Well then I'll be happy for the company and the meal, whenever you want me over."

Sam chuckles nervously in return, the red still painting his cheeks.

"It probably works more like when you're hungry."

Oh, handsome, adorable, and he blushed. He was a blusher. He tipped his head to the side, dark eyes bright.

"Well yes, that is how all hungers work. It always works better when you're hungry for something."

Yes, he was a blusher, much to his chagrin sometimes. He had gotten better with certain parties, but with new acquaintances, still very much affected - and no physical exercise or sunburns to blame it on this time.

"Right. So, I guess, when that happens come find me," he says, clearly not fully grasping Adasse's words. "I don't think I'm that hard to find."

Adasse bit his lip, dark eyes sparkling with humor, before he nodded his head more seriously. "When I've got an empty belly, I'll come find you."

"Yes, ah... well then, I guess I'll let you get back to your... "window" exercises." Before he might have asked to see a few more moves, or perhaps even a spar, but at this moment, probably best that he retreated for the moment. "I'll see you around then, Adasse?

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