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Clara Oswald ([personal profile] bossily) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2013-05-24 11:04 pm

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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.

strangeboy: (look at these pearly whites)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-25 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
D'Artagnan arrives with two swords, one much duller than the other. That's Clara's. (He's not stupid, you know. At least not about this.) He would have brought the wooden training ones, but figured that may have been a bit patronizing. He spots her leaning against the tree and grins at her, making his way over.

"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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[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-25 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
They won't even be standing across from one another this time around, so she shouldn't worry about hurting him. Besides, the chances that he'd be able to deflect anything she throws at him are very high. He's a King's Musketeer, after all.

"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."
strangeboy: (I'd tell you a joke but you wouldn't lau)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-25 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not a terribly heavy thing, maybe around three or four pounds, but still, the first few weeks that he trained with it, he woke up with a sore arm every morning. It's easy enough to adjust to, though, if you're dedicated. And he was. Dedicated. (Kind of obsessed, really.)

"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."
strangeboy: (this is a SWORD)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-26 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I do trust you." He shrugs after he says it. They wouldn't be here if he didn't trust her. He's not reckless enough to teach someone how to use a sword who isn't ready to use it. And he has a sixth sense about these things.

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.
strangeboy: (life is too damn long without)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-27 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Her touch sends a tickle up his arm, and he shakes it off, returning his hand to its place at his side. He pauses before answering.

"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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[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-27 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, it's like he's a real hero and everything! He'd brag about it some more, but she asked a question, so he should probably answer it.

"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."
strangeboy: (huh not how I thought this was gonna go)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-29 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, a moment," he says, and takes the sword gently from her hands, placing it on the ground next to his own. He straightens again and stands next to her, assuming the en garde position.

"This is what you'll start in. Do you know what it's called?"
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[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-30 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
D'Artagnan laughs, and puts his hands on her shoulders, adjusting her gently. He returns to his own position, and sticks his arm out, as if holding a sword.

"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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[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-31 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, yes," he says, laughing a bit at her sad attempts at shuffling. He drops his arm and readjusts his position.

"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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[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-31 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"No. If I were, you'd know it." Besides, he doesn't know any of the dances from after the year 1625. He'd just embarrass himself. Which Clara would probably enjoy, but he wouldn't.

"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?"
strangeboy: (I ain't tryna play)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-31 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
He grabs her shoulders as she bumps into him-- a careless reflex that isn't meant to do anything other than keep them from running into each other fully. They're gone in a moment. He shrugs at her question.

"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."
strangeboy: (what it was totally like that before)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-05-31 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, for fun. And to record them into her muscle memory. D'Artagnan can name any number of times when he's been in a fight and just known what to do because he'd practiced it so often. You don't even really know how to fight if you know how to move your feet. He won't tell her that, of course. No need to give her an excuse for sloppiness.

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."
strangeboy: (look at these pearly whites)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-06-01 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
D'Artagnan makes an affronted sound, but doesn't actually mind much, because she said it, didn't she? That he's a good teacher. Even if she didn't say it about him specifically. She said it in that way that Clara says all things. It's fine. He knows you, Clara. He's got your number now!

So, he smiles. "Yes, but I thank you for the boost nonetheless."
strangeboy: (excuse me)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-06-01 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
D'Artagnan makes an appraising face. She does have the footwork down pretty well, but he'll have to teach her how to move the sword properly, which he was going to save for another day. But the footwork didn't take too long, so he supposes he can indulge her.

"Yes, but--" He holds up a finger. "You'll be very careful and listen to what I tell you, yes?"
strangeboy: (don't look at me like that)

[personal profile] strangeboy 2013-06-03 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
He's not going to abuse any power he may or may not hold 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.