faderift | [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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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?

"Tah, Sam. See you when I need a meal." He winked again, before taking a deep breath going to run.

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