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faderift2016-03-30 02:35 pm
lifeofendurance) wrote in faderift2016-03-30 02:35 pm
[OPEN] Peace Bore a Heavy Price
WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Aleron and Nathaniel are hosting anBSG boxing match open sparring session to work out personal griefs within the Inquisition.
WHEN: Drakonis 30, All Day
WHERE: Just outside Camp Shady (aka, the Warden's Camp outside Skyhold)
NOTES: More information, including the rules, can be found here. You do not have to have signed up to participate. Non-combatants can come and just cheer for their favorites or appreciate fine bodies getting physical. Please note in your subject line if you're spectating, healing, or open for fighting.
Just outside the site where the Wardens have established themselves, a space has been cleared. Its boundaries are marked with some wooden posts driven into the ground with loose ropes stretched out between them. A copy of the rules has been nailed to one of the posts. It flaps in the wind, but seems to stay in place with but little fraying as the day wears on:
1. No magic.
2. A volunteer healer will determine whether someone is fit for a bout.
3. Conduct the fight honorably. If someone surrenders the fight, it ends immediately and without question.
4. Don't deliberately incapacitate someone to the point where they won't be able to perform their duties after the fight is over.
5. All weapons must be blunt, even blades.
6. Challenged chooses the method of competition.
At the end of the fight, participants are to consider their issue resolved and move forward.
Off to one side, a basic triage is set up for combatants who have taken their licks. Volunteer healers are present to offer treatment for injuries and to determine who remains fit to fight. Their decision is absolute.
For the spectators, there is ample room to stand around and watch. One of the merchants from the pilgrim's encampment has caught wind of the impromptu event and decided it's a grand time to turn a profit. He's got a cookpot set up and is hawking fine treats like fennec-on-a-stick, druffalo kebabs, and smoked nug legs. He's also selling wooden cups of ale for five coppers, but it's questionable if there's more water or ale. Let the buyer beware.
WHAT: Aleron and Nathaniel are hosting an
WHEN: Drakonis 30, All Day
WHERE: Just outside Camp Shady (aka, the Warden's Camp outside Skyhold)
NOTES: More information, including the rules, can be found here. You do not have to have signed up to participate. Non-combatants can come and just cheer for their favorites or appreciate fine bodies getting physical. Please note in your subject line if you're spectating, healing, or open for fighting.
Just outside the site where the Wardens have established themselves, a space has been cleared. Its boundaries are marked with some wooden posts driven into the ground with loose ropes stretched out between them. A copy of the rules has been nailed to one of the posts. It flaps in the wind, but seems to stay in place with but little fraying as the day wears on:
2. A volunteer healer will determine whether someone is fit for a bout.
3. Conduct the fight honorably. If someone surrenders the fight, it ends immediately and without question.
4. Don't deliberately incapacitate someone to the point where they won't be able to perform their duties after the fight is over.
5. All weapons must be blunt, even blades.
6. Challenged chooses the method of competition.
At the end of the fight, participants are to consider their issue resolved and move forward.
Off to one side, a basic triage is set up for combatants who have taken their licks. Volunteer healers are present to offer treatment for injuries and to determine who remains fit to fight. Their decision is absolute.
For the spectators, there is ample room to stand around and watch. One of the merchants from the pilgrim's encampment has caught wind of the impromptu event and decided it's a grand time to turn a profit. He's got a cookpot set up and is hawking fine treats like fennec-on-a-stick, druffalo kebabs, and smoked nug legs. He's also selling wooden cups of ale for five coppers, but it's questionable if there's more water or ale. Let the buyer beware.
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...I am grateful for the training given. I didn't think she would agree to it, but she did. So I can refrain from being an ass based on that, though you're right, she would be able to see through me even if I had skill in hiding how I feel about things. Which I don't. [And mostly, she doesn't care. Subtlety is for bards and other people.] I'm not looking to antagonize her, just not let her walk all over me. This isn't the Circle and I won't have her trying to make it into one.
[But she's not here to dwell on 'Council bullshit', at least not to the point where it would bring down her mood. As usual, Araceli gives her something to consider and she'll put it to use later, when dealing with Madame de Fer. And Araceli agreeing to her suggestion definitely keeps her spirits up, that smile quickly returning.] I'll be considerate, I promise. I know we both have our obligations, so kidnapping you out of the blue won't happen. But I'll gladly take what moments I can get with you, when we can work around those. A day of being spoiled...and then you can tell me all the stories you wish. [A small, fond smile forms at that, for more than one reason.] You...wouldn't mind my magic, like that?
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Worth keeping an eye on, and hopefully something will happen to him where he will die and no one will remember him for doing anything in particular beyond inciting so much pain and hate.]
If you would like, I can help to show you how to hide even just a little, just for the sake of not getting a headache. Believe me, there are things I hear that make me want to scream at home but I have to show nothing, or I have to nod, smile, even agree with them. Stick to your opinions but it's always fun to bluff and then reveal your hand at the end, no?
[After all, there's nothing quite like showing full house or a flush, or whatever the perfect hand might be when someone is so very assured of their victory that swallowing their defeat is like swallowing sand. She lives for moments like that.] Why would I mind your magic like that though? It's a part of you and I love you, I never want to pester you in case you feel like I'm treating it like a trick or something exotic, it's not exactly the same but...people believe certain things about common girls who live for adventure and seek pleasure where they will. When their father is a pirate and their mother is a whore. [And she is very careful, even with Korrin to keep her eyes distant, to not look at anything specific since the party reminded her of it, since the Nightingale reminded her of it, when Martel came to her rescue in a quiet subtle way she is still immeasurably grateful for.]
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It's similar enough. I've had people in my bed who thought they were alright with magic, until seeing it for themselves and then they'd recoil like I was going to poison them. It didn't matter if I was using it to defend people or provide something extra to a good time...some fears run deep, thanks to the Chantry or the Qun, and they can't handle it. I know you don't have the same baggage, it's just something that's hard to shake. But you've never treated me like an exotic pet or whatever--believe me, I know the difference.
[Usually when she turned potential lovers down, it was due to that treatment, them seeing her not for herself but as an exotic creature to intimidate others with or put on display. Naturally, plenty of those people got punched if they tried to insist. She learned the signs after a while, enough to know what to expect before they even spoke. They were never worth the time.]
And those people don't know what they're missing, treating you like that. I'd pity them, but they're not even worth notice if they can't see you for the radiant, wonderful woman that you are. Your generous spirit would be wasted on them, anyway. So, don't ever feel like you're pestering me. I trust you with everything I have, kadan.
[Is there a sparring match to focus on? Because Korrin's increasingly forgetting about that.]