OPEN | so be easy and free,

[poleaxed]

WHO: Jone and thou
WHAT: jock stuff.
WHEN: Post Orzammar.
WHERE: The training yard & Tennis Court.
NOTES: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a. FOR TRAINING.

If you need a sparring partner, Jone is at the main training yard during most daylight hours. She may have promised to work over some new techniques with you. She may have promised to assess your skills. She may have never spoken to you before, and you're just here to train.

For once, she isn't cajoling from the sidelines, trying to get new combatants. That doesn't make herself easy to miss, though. The self-described six-foot bitch, ginger hair shining in the sun, is always up for a go.

"Hullo, then. Let's get to it."

b. FOR TENNIS.

Or maybe you're here for another sort of skill. The Tennis Court is completed and ready, and Jone looks to be happily in her element. Shirt-sleeves peeled back to reveal solid muscle, she bounces a tennis ball against her racket, ready and waiting.

Maybe you were promised a match. Maybe you want a rematch. Maybe you're just curious. If you stare a second to long, Jone will wave you over. "Oi! We doing this or not, mate? If I stand out around much longer I'll start peeling."

c. FOR EVERYHING ELSE.

There's wildcard.

(I'm up for anything. If you're not sure, feel free to hmu.)

Comments

[molineux]

"Is there anyone in Riftwatch who specializes in stealth and might be open to training me?"

And given Jone's current relaxed state, Margaery seizes this opportunity to dart in as a mock attempt to attack.

[poleaxed]

"If there is, I haven't- oi! Watch it, tricky tits."

Jone blocks Margaery's strike, but only just. Experience has its benefits. Margaery gets a literal slap on the wrist, before Jone laughs. "Almost got me, there. Here, next time, try like this-"

If Margaery lets her, Jone adjusts her arm, trying to improve her form and the shape of the strike she tried to make.