[Open] chillin and killin

[summerfae]

WHO: Resa and you??
WHAT: Working hard or hardly working
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: None.

1.) Training

It has, by this point, come to Resa's attention that, perhaps, she should be at least a little more able when it comes to defending herself. And after all of the Rifter Bullshit™ that's been going down, she's more sure than ever that it's wiser to keep any magical abilities to herself. Which means that she's going to have to learn how to use some kind of weapon.

It makes sense, but is harder than she'd expected in practice.

In the training area, she eyes the available practice weapons, reaches for a sword, then winces before actually touching it, like there was something about the sword she found physically repellant. Fucking iron. Steel was better, but only barely, not enough to touch it. A bow manages to be able to be held, but her attempt to fire an arrow ends with the arrow cluttering sadly to the ground.

"I miss guns.” She mumbles, cranky and suddenly worried that she's well and truly fucked regarding her ability to kill things.

2.) Important tanning work

Resa has, technically, signed up for diplomacy, but with all the nonsense going down, has yet to find any work that truly interests her.

Which, naturally, means she has yet to do any true work. And while she can fake productivity with the best of them, the day is far too nice to put forth such effort.

Instead, she finds a lovely patch of sun in the courtyard, lays out a blanket and pillows, fetches herself a lemonade with a little umbrella in it, and promptly begins lounging. After, of course, putting lotion on. It's not sunscreen, but whatever. Close enough.

After all, surely she's earned a self care day.

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[summerfae]

“I can be fast,” Resa replies, trying not to ogle Thor stretching too obviously. Gotta play it smooth. “I used to be faster back home, but some things have changed since I’ve arrived.” It’s the closest she’s come to admitting to anyone that she might not be exactly what she seems, but at least she isn’t openly admitting that she’s talking about flying. Something that she can only do in short bursts now, even if she were willing to do it in front of others.

He might not be so bad to tell. He’s a mage, he seems comfortable with being one—

—But you let loose a secret, even to one person, and it stops being a secret. And she’s still not sure how she feels about sharing her abilities.

“I’ve handled knives before, I can try daggers—But let me try a staff, first.” Mostly because all the daggers here have steel or iron in them. But a simple wooden staff is available, and Resa picks it up, giving it a spin. “You lead your father’s men? You must be very brave. And adept in battle. I’ve been in fights before, but I’d call them skirmishes, more than anything else.”

[thorndergod]

He's not unused to being ogled, and he's got enough pride that he enjoys it... but he's not stretching for her entertainment right now. Shape like this takes work to maintain, so he's going to train one way or another today. Her picking up a staff gives that workout a possible shape and Thor straightens up.

"I'm from Tevinter, a battlemage. Those of us who claim that title are very adept. We need to be." He's matter of fact, taking a stance as he talks for fighting with staff alone. "If you stand like this, you'll be balanced and prepared to move with and against your opponent. Hold it with space between your hands, and you will be more able to maneuver it. It is... not like a knife, at all."

This is new. His family had brought in teachers for him before; he's never taught. Or even tried to teach.

"Bear with me. I have never instructed before."

[summerfae]

What do you mean that people don't exist and do things exclusively for her entertainment? Sounds fake.

But Resa is eager to learn, even more than she is to ogle, because what he's showing her is important, something that will let her defend herself, keep herself safe. So she mimics his stance, holding it how he demonstrates.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to be critiquing your teaching technique. I'm grateful that you're helping me, period." She assures him, with a quick smile. "I'll have to make it up to you, at some point."