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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[maladgogo]

Guy laughs. It's a bright, full thing, genuine amusement rather than mockery.

"Well, we do juggle all sorts'a shit, but it's mostly done by motherfuckers what learned how to do it n' know how not to get theyselves hurt by flippin', say, knives or fire like what you sayin'. Ain't a job, just a hobby, at least for me. Learned it young, from m' big brother. He a damn sight more skilled at it than me but he was always teachin' me shit."

His grin never fades as he reaches his hand out to shake. Hopefully this was a familiar gesture to this guy. "Most just get callin' me Gam, on account'a funny pronunciation otherwise. Mighty fuckin' fine pleasure to be meetin' you, Samouel."

[el_tybs]

The gesture is definitely familiar - seemed there were plenty of similarities between worlds - and Sam reaches up to grasp the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. He's still getting used to the way Gam? talks, but it's easy enough to understand. "Pleasures all mine. You're more than welcome to just call me Sam. Simpler and easier to be saying when trying to get my attention.

So where are you from, Gam?" Not that he's going to understand it much, but it was good to know where their Rifters were coming from. Mainly in case any of them might know each other.

[maladgogo]

Alright then, pleasure to meet you, Sam." He takes back his hand after a moment, then tosses his hammers back up into the air, into smooth motion once more. He keeps his eyes on the weapons in the air rather than on his hands as he does so.

"Originally? Island called Haiti. All surrounded by people what look like me. Moved north after that, ended up surrounded by folks what don't look so much like me. State called South Carolina. What about you? Know you ain't rifted like me at least."

[el_tybs]

Even though he didn't know of those places, Sam could understand the basis of all of it. Calling one place home for one part of your life and then others afterward, having to move, meeting other people like yourself and not like yourself.

"No, I'm not 'rifted'. I'm native to this world." Did the lack of a glowy hand tip you off, Gam? "I'm Ferelden which is east of the mountains here. I live along the coast with my family until the Blight started to surface. I went north myself and ended up in a place called Ostwick where I was put into the Circle for my magic. And now I'm here, after many a building blowing up and rifts opening up."

[maladgogo]

"Heard about Circles from miss Korrin. Was yours for schoolin' or was it more like them keepin' you locked up for safety reasons?" he asks, looking Sam over. He can't imagine the guy actually being all that dangerous, regardless of how tall he was. Hell, he could stand up straight and they'd actually be eye-to-eye.

[el_tybs]

Well Gam was certainly taller so not quite eye-to-eye, but probably close enough. The Rifter would more than likely be rather surprised by how dangerous a mage could be regardless of their looks. Course Sam probably didn't look that dangerous, not with laughing and silly smiles for the most part.

"Technically it's both. You're locked up and taught to control your magic. The environment is... interesting to say the least. I don't like the Circles, but I cannot say all of it is terrible."

[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.