[Backdated to January 16th; OPEN]

[not_apriest]

Who: Aramis and ANYONE
Where: A makeshift training room of sorts
When: Morning, January 16th
What: Aramis is training; the last few events have made it obvious he should stay sharp.
Rating: PG; will update if required


He'd discarded his doublet, chemise and boots on the floor near the far wall. Sword in one hand, dagger in the other, he moved through the room, cutting swathes through invisible enemies as he practiced various forms. He was focused on what he was doing; he might not notice a visitor immediately.

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Action Okay?

[evilhandissues]

Frustration is the name of the game. Lindsey doesn't have a lot to do, he's bored. So when he comes to practice his own work he doesn't notice Aramis either. For a moment. Then.

Well then he'll just stop to watch.

Hell yes!!

[not_apriest]

Blades swept through the air as he turned, when he realized someone considerably more substantial than his invisible opponents was standing in the room. He continued the momentum of his movement until two blades stopped inches from his throat. He lowered them, then, standing up straighter.

"Lindsey. Did you come to practice?" He'd taken some training from Aramis. Perhaps he wanted to work on his technique as well.

:3

[evilhandissues]

Lindsey was thrown back by that, hands raised. He's allowed it to rust for too long, "I'd like that. Keep things moving forward. It is important to me, just with the holiday..."

He shrugs, "Would you be up for that?"

<3

[not_apriest]

"Certainly. Did you bring a weapon?" he asked, raising his own.

:3

[evilhandissues]

Lindsey blinks, "....No."

He frowns, "Where - I guess not then."

[not_apriest]

"Any closet can provide you with one," Aramis points out. "Fetch one and return. Quickly," he adds, shooing Lindsey towards the door.

[evilhandissues]

It's a good fifteen minutes before Lindsey returns with a sword from his own closet, "I can never get over that."

[not_apriest]

"Mm, but it's handy." He was a little breathless; he'd continued to practice while Lindsey was gone. He held tucked his dagger back into it's sheath at his back and held his sword out in challenge.

"En garde."

[evilhandissues]

Lindsey takes his stance - better then when he started but still not great. He's watching the other man warily however, intensely.

"...Can I ask you a weird question?"

Unaware clearly that en garde means be ready on all fronts and no talking.

[not_apriest]

Aramis steps out of his own stance, pointing his blade at the ground.

"A weird question?"