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Who: Clara & D'Artagnan
Where: Vague outdoor area
When: Vagueish sometime this weekend
Rating:PG?
Summary: Clara is curious about sword fighting so she gets herself a lesson.
The Story:
After their first meeting, Clara feels secure in the fact that D'Artagnan will teach her a bit about how to handle a sword. She's not all that fond of weapons and never has necessarily had a particular interest in them before, but she likes having ways to occupy her time and with some of the warnings others have given her she thinks it's a good idea to at least be prepared. So she arranges a time for him to meet up with her outside, and ignores the little voice in the back of her head that tells her this could end in disaster.
She arrives early to their meeting spot and gives herself time to sort out her uncertainties. She doubts he'd let her hurt herself, and even if she did, it would only be a scratch or two. But still, she feels ridiculous for just so eagerly leaping at the chance to get her hands all over a sword. She tells herself that it's not just a way to pass the time, that it's also educational, and that makes her feel a little better about it. She probably shouldn't have worn a dress to do this, now that she thinks about it, but she wears one to everything else so this shouldn't be an exception.
By the time he arrives, she's entirely relaxed about the whole thing, and is found leaning up against a tree with her arms crossed over her chest. She can handle this, no problem. She's got everything under control.
Where: Vague outdoor area
When: Vagueish sometime this weekend
Rating:PG?
Summary: Clara is curious about sword fighting so she gets herself a lesson.
The Story:
After their first meeting, Clara feels secure in the fact that D'Artagnan will teach her a bit about how to handle a sword. She's not all that fond of weapons and never has necessarily had a particular interest in them before, but she likes having ways to occupy her time and with some of the warnings others have given her she thinks it's a good idea to at least be prepared. So she arranges a time for him to meet up with her outside, and ignores the little voice in the back of her head that tells her this could end in disaster.
She arrives early to their meeting spot and gives herself time to sort out her uncertainties. She doubts he'd let her hurt herself, and even if she did, it would only be a scratch or two. But still, she feels ridiculous for just so eagerly leaping at the chance to get her hands all over a sword. She tells herself that it's not just a way to pass the time, that it's also educational, and that makes her feel a little better about it. She probably shouldn't have worn a dress to do this, now that she thinks about it, but she wears one to everything else so this shouldn't be an exception.
By the time he arrives, she's entirely relaxed about the whole thing, and is found leaning up against a tree with her arms crossed over her chest. She can handle this, no problem. She's got everything under control.
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"Hello again," he says, ducking under a low branch. He's secretly glad there's nothing for her to push him into anywhere around. Teaching her to fight while wet would be mildly annoying.
"Are you ready to learn about swordfighting?" He gives her a big grin as he says it, trying to make her laugh.
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"Are you ready for a student?" She says this with a tone that sounds a bit like she might doubt his capabilities, but the smile on her face is proof enough she's just trying to wind him up some.
She's standing at his side, hand cautiously reaching out to take hold of the blade she knows is hers to use. "Also. Second sword. Where'd you get it?"
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"Only if the student is you. You didn't bring a friend along, did you?" He smiles at her, teasing. He takes both of the swords, though, and lays his own on the ground, holding up the training sword.
"I got this from the closets. They're like the cabinets in the kitchen. Very useful."
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"So, not very reassuring that just anyone can reach right on in and pull out a weapon." She frowns in concern, head tipping off to the side as she glances up at him. "No wonder you walk around with yours all the time!"
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"I suppose not, but I don't see how that's different than making a weapon out of a chair. And the closets are temperamental, you know. Sometimes it doesn't work." He shrugs, and moves the sword so the blade is in one hand and the hilt in another.
"First I'll have to explain the parts to you. Don't want you wandering around, trying to stab peole without a basic understanding of what you're doing."
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"And even if I didn't know that, I'm very aware of all kinds of ways to not stab people. You can trust me, I'm not entirely hopeless."
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He raises an eyebrow at her anyway, though. "And yes, this is the hilt," he motions to it, "and this is the blade. This is the hand guard, so your hand doesn't get cut. Of course, if you grab a blade, there's no telling what will happen. See?" He shows her his own palm, and the long, thin white scar running across it.
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"Probably a stupid question, but did it hurt? For very long. Obviously it did at first."
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"Ah, one of my more dramatic moments. I was on the ledge of a church roof, and it was either grab the blade and stay alive, or..." You can guess the rest, Clara.
"And no, it didn't hurt until much later. When the shock had worn off, I think."
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"So! Other than not grabbing the blade, what's the most important thing to remember?"
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"Never point your sword at someone unless you intend to fight them. They're very dangerous, and they aren't like modern firearms that have ah... what are they called? The safety switch that keeps them from firing accidentally." He read about those in a book. He's so cultured.
"In any case, challenging someone to a fight is very dangerous, and an easy way to get yourself maimed."
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From there, she gently turns her wrist to the right and then the left, getting a feel for it. It's heavier than she assumed it'd be, but not something that's impossible to work with.
"Standing. What's the proper way?"
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"This is what you'll start in. Do you know what it's called?"
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"Starting...position?" She gestures with one of her hand, a motion that says she's fishing for an answer that might be right. She pulls a slightly confused face as she looks up at him, trying to better perfect the position of her feet and her body in general.
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"It's called en garde," he tells her, "and from here, you can move any way you'd like, depending on your opponent."
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Yeah, she's got this. Not a problem at all.
"Okay, opponent. Your move. I react depending on you."
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"To attack, you'll move like this," he tells her, shuffling forward in a way that's almost completely different than she tried, "And to go back, you do this," again demonstrating. "And left, and right."
He stops and stands in front of her, smiling. "We'll try it like it's a dance, yes?"
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"I don't know if I'm very good at dancing, though." She never really has done a lot of dancing, but she assumes that she's coordinated enough that she won't be terrible at it. And if it helps her learn how to do this sword fighting thing a bit better, then it's worth looking a little ridiculous.
"You lead. I'll follow."
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"Just watch me first, then," he says, and then shuffles forward, and back, steps in front of his left foot with his right, and then behind his right foot with his left. He doesn't go very far, but his feet move quite a bit.
"Do you want me to show you again?"
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Her hand goes to her head, despite it not hurting at all, and she looks up at him. "Think I got it, actually. It could use some work, but I'm not entirely hopeless." A pause, and she frowns, glancing back down at her feet. "Am I?"
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"No one's completely hopeless, so no, you're not. You're doing quite well. We'll practice it a few more times just for fun though."
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Not that she'd be sloppy but-- oh, whatever. When she starts up again he moves with her, changing it up sometimes, just to see if she'll follow.
"You're doing very well."
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"I'm not sure you need the boost to your ego."
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So, he smiles. "Yes, but I thank you for the boost nonetheless."
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"Can we try it with the real thing now?"
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"Yes, but--" He holds up a finger. "You'll be very careful and listen to what I tell you, yes?"
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She reaches out to take hold of his finger and gives it a slight squeeze, and then makes her way on over to where he's left the swords, dragging him along after her.
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or may nothold over her as her instructor, because that would be rude. And it'd lose her trust, and then he wouldn't be able to teach her and it'd all be very bad."I don't know, I may not enjoy it at all," he says as he's tugged along with her. He picks up his sword and waits for her to gather hers.
"All right, stand to my right, but at least four feet away, all right?" He doesn't want to knick you with the sword.
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"I'm ready." She informs him, a very confident smirk on her face. "Sir." She adds on, just to rub at him for being her teacher and saying he won't enjoy this at all. She'll make him eat those words.