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[ She’s still figuring out how this part works, being able to reach out to another person just by thinking it. Yet, it works, and she’s too practical to deny the situation at hand. Thus: ]
One of my boys is here. Got too much energy. You up for sparring with him?
One of my boys is here. Got too much energy. You up for sparring with him?
Mhmm. You're good enough he won't kill you.
[ Probably. She assumes. ]
[ Probably. She assumes. ]
Edited 2023-07-02 01:18 (UTC)
Probably.
[ Is she joking? Hard to tell. ]
He goes by Bossie. He's good. Just just too much energy, like I said.
[ Is she joking? Hard to tell. ]
He goes by Bossie. He's good. Just just too much energy, like I said.
Oh?
[ She wasn't. She wouldn't have been taken seriously if she'd dared it. Her anger always had to be useful. ]
I wouldn't use knives with him. But in hand to hand he's quick like you.
[ She wasn't. She wouldn't have been taken seriously if she'd dared it. Her anger always had to be useful. ]
I wouldn't use knives with him. But in hand to hand he's quick like you.
It happens.
[ People mature. They become what they have to. ]
Good. I’ve told him to behave, but don’t go easy on him.
[ People mature. They become what they have to. ]
Good. I’ve told him to behave, but don’t go easy on him.
Terry, I have taken on a new cavalier and she needs to be trained in the sword. I don't have the time to train her myself and, frankly, I think you'd be a far better teacher of the blade than I could ever be.
I'd like to hire you give her formal training - a private arrangement between you and I. In exchange, I offer necromantic services should you need them.
I'd like to hire you give her formal training - a private arrangement between you and I. In exchange, I offer necromantic services should you need them.
Sam Carpenter. She, like you, isn't familiar with magic but she says she's handy with a blade. I'll craft an antler sword for her to use.
Excellent. You have me on retainer then until her training is complete or one of you gets fed up and walks away.
[ He's been thinking a lot since Murphy mentioned Terry stopping him. About Terry, about the night at the castle, about the fight club.
[ Being wrong sucks shit, even a little wrong. His probe comes through clipped and stiff. ]
Mr. Silver? This is Quentin Smith. I dunno if you remember me.
[ Being wrong sucks shit, even a little wrong. His probe comes through clipped and stiff. ]
Mr. Silver? This is Quentin Smith. I dunno if you remember me.
[ There's a least a little mad leftover, evidenced by the pause that hits hard--but doesn't last long. ]
A guy I know--my friend...went through your club. He said you pulled him out of the ring against his will, but he was still...fucking hamburger, man.
Not--I didn't reach out to yell at you. Thank you. For stopping him. You do that a lot?
A guy I know--my friend...went through your club. He said you pulled him out of the ring against his will, but he was still...fucking hamburger, man.
Not--I didn't reach out to yell at you. Thank you. For stopping him. You do that a lot?
[ It's taken time, but he's beginning to understand the actions taken back at the castle. Admittedly, much of his understanding stayed locked up being indignity until he talked with Murphy, but he's had a lot to think about, worry about, since then. Like: ]
I know the club--helps. With the beast. But people leaving there with the shit kicked out of them is its own kind of trouble, I figure. You should have somebody there. For bad cases, or--or for trouble.
Like a medic.
I know the club--helps. With the beast. But people leaving there with the shit kicked out of them is its own kind of trouble, I figure. You should have somebody there. For bad cases, or--or for trouble.
Like a medic.
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