[closed]

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria, Cassius, Flint & Various
WHAT: Catch-all for fantasy August....which is just August
WHEN: August
WHERE: Kirkwall/The Surrounding Free Marches/misc
NOTES: Content warnings in subject lines; holler at me if you want a bespoke starter, otherwise feel free to drop me a start for whatever your heart desires.

Comments

[heirring]

And in rapidly intensifying volume, the doppler effect in living color as Wysteria slips down from the edge of the cart and comes galloping down to meet them:

"—was outrageously well placed. I can hardly believe it. If I were you, Mister Ellis, I might suspect that I had been cheated by a lying scoundrel perfectly well trained in the subject of knocking people from their saddles. Oh Mister Stark," like an accusation now that she is well within in range. "Do tell us that isn't what you did to earn being the iron man. It would be very unsporting."

It doesn't sound like she capitalized it.

[heorte]

The answer is yes, though it comes in the form of a creaky shake of the head and a tapering laugh before Ellis can get his hands up to lift the helmet off entirely.

"It was a fair hit," Ellis tells Wysteria. "Even if he had more practice than he let on."

It's not that Ellis is saying that jousting might be a factor in iron man duties, only that it wouldn't surprise Ellis if it did.

"You do it that way in the joust. Aim there, and hit just the way you did. No need to worry about all those other angles you were talking about," Ellis advises. There is real pride in his voice over Tony's success. Ellis is pleased by the entire arrangement. Seeing Tony take to something so quickly is worth any bruising he might wake with tomorrow.

[propulsion]

"——never done it before!" primarily aimed at Wysteria, where the verbiage just before is an incoherent run of words before it resolves into at least the back end of a coherent sentence, if kicked up an octave. Gesturing inwards, splayed arm outwards.

But that bristle of defensiveness is temporary if not outright performance, a smile still creeping in at the corners. Tony does pay attention to Ellis and his summary, and he curls his hands back into 'yesss' fists. When is this tourney thing again. Is it tomorrow. He's ready. No notes.

Well—

"Okay, but, you weren't trying to hit me back," Tony says. "So this time it's for real. Okay? Everybody, let's reset." Is Ellis actually good to go again? He wheezed a 'yes', so definitely.

[heirring]

"For real," she repeats back, her scoff equal parts delight and mortification. "You have already laid the man out once, Mister Stark; you can't seriously mean to do so a second time."

These protests would probably mean more if she weren't actively brushing the clinging grass and sod off Ellis' plate, and then checking the layering of the armor where he'd been struck to be certain that his arm will still be afforded its mobility. He'll need it in order to properly control both horse and lance for the second run.

[heorte]

For his part, Ellis has submitted to the inspection without complaint, lifts his arm and rotates it as prompted. All is as it should be. If there's bruising, it's not a pressing issue now.

"We'll see if his luck holds, ey?" Ellis tells her, before whistling after his horse. The mare had strayed towards the far end of the field to graze. After ignoring the first two whistles, she finally comes trotting towards them so Ellis can swing back into the saddle and reach down to Wysteria for the lance