Open | What is a bored clown to do

[maladgogo]

WHO: Guy and whoever happens upon him
WHAT: Guy's trying to distract himself from the situation he's found himself in, and would enjoy some company.
WHEN: Some time in the middle of Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Every one of the threads with Guy should just be considered to have a CW for profuse swearing by default.

Skyhold is a remarkable place. People from all over Thedas call it home, an army calls it base of operations, and now for one young rifter now bereft of his classes, and indeed any way to get the information he needs from those classes, a place to waste time until he's needed elsewhere.

He's found the training ring. He's also found the weapons. He's not swinging them or sparring with anyone, shadows or otherwise. Instead, what he's doing with his commandeered pair of hand hammers is...juggling.

Guy is, undoubtedly, a born performer. He's got stage presence without needing a stage, and a little flair in every move that builds as he walks around the ring. Occasionally he turns in place, sometimes he stops and walks backward, but no matter what he does, his hands never stop moving, the hammers flipping end over end and occasionally dropping back over his shoulder.

He adds another blunt weapon as soon as he can find it, a blunted handaxe, and soon it joins the rest.

Someone can watch, or someone can interrupt him, and all they'll see is the most welcoming expression on someone wearing peasant clothes, like he's delighted to see them, and more likely than not, he really is.

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[samahl]

Cyril ends up perched somewhere nearby watching Guy as he wows everyone around.

When he's at a place where he can speak without being worried about something falling on his head, "How did you learn to do that? Did you cast some sort of spell to make them do what you wanted?"

[maladgogo]

Catching his makeshift clubs, Guy turns to see Cyril there at the edge of the ring, his hands falling to his sides with the handles of the weapons held loosely.

"Just practice, n' maybe some inborn talent for it," he replies with a small shrug. "Learned it when I was real young. Know how to do it wit' chains, balls, n' most kinds'a light things small enough to fit in ya hands, but definitely prefer clubs. The weight's easy to work wit'. Can't find none here though."

[samahl]

Cyril thinks of a few things he can to the suggestion of Guy playing with balls and chains, but he doesn't voice them right away.

"Clubs?" he asks. "What sort of clubs?" Maybe he can help find something that will work.

[maladgogo]

Of course he does.

"Clubs like what's tapered at one end n' rounded at the other. Like this." He kneels in the dirt briefly, using the end of his finger to draw the basic shape of his clubs. "Had a pair once, they was made'a steel. Handles of 'em telescoped kinda. Went up into the body of 'em, so they was easy to carry around in a bag." He draws a few lines on the clubs to show where they collapse in, then stands back up. "Ain't much function to 'em besides performin', or maybe smackin' someone upside the head they get rowdy wit' ya, but then you run the risk'a dentin' ya shit, gotta get new ones. Too much hassle. Had some what glowed too, for night performin'."

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin's often at the training ring these days, either to watch or participate. Now that she has a melee weapon of her own, it can't hurt to spar with others, after all. When she's had her fill of solo drill time, the Vashoth mage wanders over and pauses nearby, mesmerized by Guy's juggling.

Interrupting him? She'd never dream of it, but does flash him a warm grin in response to his welcoming expression, crossing her arms as she watches him at work. "You should have told me that the festival was coming to town, I'd have grabbed a seat sooner."

[maladgogo]

Guy catches his makeshift clubs, shaking his head with a soft chuckle.

"Ain't much of a festival, just one motherfucker with a couple'a hammers," he points out, then stops and leans back against the nearest fence post. "How you doin', miss Korrin? Ain't seen you since Emprise."

[gatheringstorm]

"Aw, you didn't have to stop. I was enjoying the show." Though admittedly talking and juggling are probably harder to do simultaneously. She pouts briefly anyway, but her current good mood can't make that last. And she'll pick another fence post to lean against, because she can. "I've only just been back in the last couple of days. It's absolutely glorious to have decent beds and decent drinks again, after weeks of all that shit we had to put up with in that frozen hell. Of course, I say that now and they'll find another dragon nest that needs killing. What about you, settling in alright?"

[maladgogo]

"Honestly? Gettin' kinda restless, sis. Wanted to come back, see about gettin' some kinda established, maybe talkin' at miss Leliana or maybe Lady Josephine. Get some clothes what's mine. Head back out when I ain't quite as lost here." But he hasn't been able to talk to anyone at all and he's getting antsy. It doesn't help that he's spent the last few weeks disgustingly sober. All this clear-headedness can't be good for him.

As he talked, he'd picked his juggling back up, slower, more casual than what he'd been doing. He needs a heavy sphere for contact juggling, but nothing he'd found so far would do for that.

[gatheringstorm]

Giving him room, Korrin's content to watch his renewed juggling. The pace doesn't matter, it's still entertaining. "I completely understand. Watch me get sick of this place in a few days, after I've had my fill of kitchen-raiding and quality tavern time. When you've spent a life on the road, it never takes too long for those feet to start itching again. Besides, we've made great strides but the area's still a mess. I don't think the Inquisition will run out of things for us to do anytime soon."

She tilts her head at him, thoughtful. "Either of the advisors would find a place for you, though I guess it depends on what role you'd prefer to have. Leliana deals with the scouts and bards and the like, whereas Josephine's people are mostly diplomats."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Sal is going to watch, plopping down somewhere nearby with a good view. He would hate to interrupt and disrupt the performance and be responsible for an accident. As someone who is rather graceless, he finds the whole thing pretty remarkable.

He'll wait until Guy is finished before clapping. "You're good. I've never seen anything like it."

[maladgogo]

The applause makes him blink. That normally didn't happen unless he'd set up on a streetcorner to keep himself occupied and entertain a few pedestrians on the weekend. He grinned more widely when he realized it was Sal, and headed over to him with one hammer over his shoulder, the other weapons held in his free hand hanging at his side.

"'s just lots'a practice n' some good hand-eye coordination. Just like fightin', but with less blood involved unless I done fucked up."

[el_tybs]

Originally he been interested in getting some training done himself, but seeing something else using it currently has him stopping. He's seen a lot of people practice there so that isn't unusual, but exactly what the man is doing is what makes Sam raise his brows.

Finding a seat on the fence nearby, Sam waits and watches until the Rifter - judging by the hand - is done. "I've seen a lot of people swing a hammer, but I don't think I've anyone do so quite like that."

[maladgogo]

Guy's looking around for somewhere to sit when Sam appears. He looks up at the mage, then laughs a bit.

"Well I reckon most'a who you get seein' swingin' hammers is usin' 'em for fightin' n' fixin' shit."

[el_tybs]

Sam blinks, unfamiliar with the the stranger's specific accent and way of talking. It takes a little bit of repeating it in his mind, and some questions from Fortitude before he speaks up.

"I suppose so. There isn't much other use we have for hammers besides those after all."

[maladgogo]

This isn't the first time he's felt another's Spirit speaking to them, but he's learned not to react to such things by now. People didn't exactly react well to the information that he could do so, himself, without being a mage. It's disheartening, really.

"Wouldn't be usin' a hammer, I had proper clubs to be tossin' in the air," he added, though it was mostly a point of interest. He'd leave the hammers alone once he had something more catered to juggling at hand.

[el_tybs]

"I take it that this is a thing that you do in your world?" he asks, crosses his arms as he settles his weight more firmly on the back of his thighs on the fence. He hadn't missed the mark in the middle of the Rifter's hand, which in turn had Fortitude 'chatting' a bit more excitedly.

[issala]

Of course he has to stop and look at that, it's amazing! Climbing up to sit on the fence around the training ring, Kas watches the juggling with a big grin. Nothing like a bit of entertainment to take his mind off things for a while, right?

"You're really good!"

[maladgogo]

"Thank ya kindly, lil' brother," Guy replies and turns to take in Kas, slowing his display down a bit to allow for mild distraction. This must be the very small Vashoth he'd heard about. Cute kid. Couldn't have been any older than sixteen, from the look of him, at least by human standards.

[issala]

The tiniest Vashoth, indeed. Kas smiles, watching Guy's hands move as the flipped the hammers. He had pretty good hand-eye coordination himself, with all the pickpocketing, archery and daggerwork, but this guy was impressive!

"Where did you learn that?"

[maladgogo]

"Here n' there. Got a big brother back home, he's real good at this shit. Taught me this, taught me dancin', all kinds'a neat things to be keepin' a motherfucker occupied."

Guy likes talking about his older brother, that much is obvious as his face lights up more just mentioning what he's learned from him.

[aceso]

Christine hasn't seen Guy in awhile, and it's by pure chance that she comes across him as he's doing his display. She stops outside the ring and leans down on the fence to watch. It's clear he has talent, as his hands never waver, and the fluid movements appear as easy as breathing. She doesn't speak, though, just in case that proves a distraction. When he adds the axe, she sucks in a breath, worried for his safety, but now she fears what speaking out will do. Will it cause him to cut himself?

[maladgogo]

When he catches sight of her in his periphery, he of course turns to greet her. He manages to catch the two hammers in his hands, but the axe falls between his feet, head buried in the dirt. He looks down at it with raised brows, then steps around it to approach her, leaning down and offering a peck on the cheek in greeting.

"'Ey there lil' mama, ain't seen you in a minute," he says cheerfully, his hands resting on her forearms briefly then falling away as he straightens back up. "What can I do for you?"

[aceso]

Christine winces at the axe. Could he not be more careful? Wasn't Skyhold filled to the brim with fools and daredevils enough? She still has to work not to shudder at remembering Araceli telling her she plans to teach others to climb up the walls of the fortress.

"A minute? It has been far longer than that," she replies. "I want nothing. I merely found myself wandering and here you were. Are you a performer back in your homeland?"

[maladgogo]

"Not really. I'm a culinary student at home. This performin' shit's just a hobby. Learnt jugglin' from my big brother. Same with dancin', n' a couple other things. How to make candies, shit like that."

He takes up a lean against the fence next to her, smiling faintly. "Where I come from, some people use 'a minute' as a sort of...what's the opposite of a hyperbole? Like that. An understatement. Might go a month without seein' someone, n' tell 'em you ain't seen 'em in a minute. Like sarcasm but ain't so rude."

[theproperglove]

Josephine is taking a shortcut through the smithy in order to follow up on some requisitions. Truthfully, she could have sent a runner on the errand instead but she finds herself grasping the opportunities to take walls outside her office these days.

The juggling quickly attracts her attention for how could it not? She watches for several moments, in awe of the man's dexterity. When an opportune time arises, where the least amounts of hammers are in the air, Josephine breaks into steady applause, taking a step towards the man.

"Bravo, bravo!" She pauses thoughtfully before adding, "I wouldn't let the blacksmith see what you're doing with his hammers, though."