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.

Comments

[issala]

That was... some of the weirdest shit he had ever heard, but somehow it still made more sense than a world without starvation. "So... you like rogues and sneaking? That's pretty awesome." A lot better than hating them, honestly. Maybe he wouldn't fuck this rifter meeting up, after all.

"I climbed almost all the way up on the keep once, but didn't find anything to step on for the roof. Does that count? I could see the entire fortress and the mountains." The boy grins, looking quite proud.

[maladgogo]

Oh he knows how dangerous magic can be, but Sam? Nah, this guy's more like one of those massive fluffy dogs that stops harassment from small animals by sitting on them.

"Yeah, that's the gist I got. One hand, learnin' t' control ya shit's a good idea, but on the other, bein' locked up? Nah man, ain't my sorta shit. Confinement don't do it for me."

[el_tybs]

A rather good metaphor except he doesn't sit on people. Course dangerous is not something people of the Inquisition need to worry about, it's mostly anyone who is against them that need to watch out.

"Wasn't quite the choice before unless you knew how to run and hide, or fought to stay free. But I completely agree. Learning magic is a great idea, but being forced into a place and locked away is a terrible thing. Course no one, not even mages, can agree on the best way for us to live." An on going battle.

[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'."