[she blinks, head tilting slightly to the side, when he doesn't come back out. she's tempted to go look, but she stays where she is.
... though she does move away from the edge of the ball pit. she doesn't know where he is now, and she assumes revenge is imminent. she does do a sweep of the room from where she's at, though, gold eyes bright in the dim of the bar.]
[ — comes a voice, and all of a sudden, there he is: behind the bar, filling one of those to-go cups with his old favorite, the Number Nine.]
Better than most.
[He says, nonchalantly going about his business, as though he didn't just seemingly disappear from one side of the room and, like, teleport or something over to another.]
[she makes such a squawk of a sound, looking over at the bar. her instinct when she's startled is to grab for her sword, so that's why her hand goes there, but she realizes how stupid that is after a second and just drops her hand.]
Thanks, it's from dodging Harrow's gauntlet of bones every day since I was eight. [she says, dryly.] How'd you do that?
I earned these marks for my talents in espionage. A field of study better suited to a former street urchin and pickpocket than more scholarly pursuits. And fortunately for me, Sharlayan considers the former just as valuable a discipline as the latter.
I think that's how the Sixth works. They're horribly clever, and the fighters they've got are insane with blades. I've never seen anybody fight like Hect did.
Would they give you an A in swords if you were good enough at them?
Swords in and of themselves? Not likely. If you were to invent a new discipline of fighting with one, some innovation that added to a wealth of knowledge about swordplay? There, you might be on to something.
[Well, he's still back here anyway, so why not play bartender. He'll serve up whatever it is she's having.]
Though I'd sooner see you look beyond your love of swords, personally. Not that I think you'd be incapable of finding a means to earn an Archon mark in them; quite the contrary. But that's what you always fall back on when it comes to defining yourself.
[she's already thinking about coming up with brand new swords techniques when he brings this up, because that would be so rad. she wants a whole subsection of form to be named after her.
also, she'll take whatever. she unfortunately is a fan of the taste of the affection drink AND the love potion drink but she refuses to put up with those so. beer it is.
however - the last bit of what thancred says interrupts her thoughts, and she raises an eyebrow at him.]
You make that sound like it's a bad thing. [because it is, gideon]
Whatever happened to wanting to work for your marks?
[He slides her a glass of beer, then starts sipping at his Number Nine, himself. It's as delicious as always, and brings back memories of Sharlayan. Fitting, for a moment like this.]
Let go of the swords a moment. You've met all manner of people here, from all different places and circumstances and walks of life. Nothing they've shown you or taught you has caught your fancy?
[He drums his fingers lightly on the counter, taking another sip of his drink.]
You're going to show me aptitude for adaptability. Capacity to learn a new skill is a trait worthy of Sharlayan, I should think — so when you can show me that you've achieved competence in a skill you learned from one of your friends, then you'll have your marks.
[she looks vaguely disgruntled by this, because as always there's something in her that immediately and without hesitation reacts poorly to this sort of phrasing, but she's smart enough to know that he's not ordering her around, he's giving her a goal.
she takes a drink of her own, reaching up to put her sunglasses back on.]
I wanted to learn more about Childe's vision shit. [she says, glancing away.] I'll see what else I can find.
[See, this is why group projects suck, you try to count on your partner for five whole seconds and they bail on the assignment by GETTING THEMSELVES FUCKING MURDERED or whatever.]
[yeah childe was like sure i'll write my section tonight and then dropped out of the class entirely]
Vision singular. It's their magic, I think. He's got water based magic, Itto's got rock. I'd be shocked if Scaramouche hasn't got something as well, but he's slippery.
You could. I suspect you've nimble enough fingers that you'd make a fair pickpocket, yourself.
[He reaches across the counter, ruffling her hair like he likes to do.]
The point isn't to torment you, Nav. Earning your marks isn't meant to be easy, it's meant to be an accomplishment. Something for you to take pride in ever after. You deserve that.
[she has had her hair ruffled so many times today!! and yet. she doesn't really seem to mind. every time someone reaches for her in a way that's not meant to hurt, she feels a little bloom of something warm in her chest. it's nice.
she deserves an accomplishment, huh. she thinks about that, too.]
... Then teach me stealth shit. And I'll ask around, and figure out what I want to go for.
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... though she does move away from the edge of the ball pit. she doesn't know where he is now, and she assumes revenge is imminent. she does do a sweep of the room from where she's at, though, gold eyes bright in the dim of the bar.]
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[ — comes a voice, and all of a sudden, there he is: behind the bar, filling one of those to-go cups with his old favorite, the Number Nine.]
Better than most.
[He says, nonchalantly going about his business, as though he didn't just seemingly disappear from one side of the room and, like, teleport or something over to another.]
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Thanks, it's from dodging Harrow's gauntlet of bones every day since I was eight. [she says, dryly.] How'd you do that?
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I earned these marks for my talents in espionage. A field of study better suited to a former street urchin and pickpocket than more scholarly pursuits. And fortunately for me, Sharlayan considers the former just as valuable a discipline as the latter.
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[she is going to make her way over to the bar.]
I think that's how the Sixth works. They're horribly clever, and the fighters they've got are insane with blades. I've never seen anybody fight like Hect did.
Would they give you an A in swords if you were good enough at them?
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[Well, he's still back here anyway, so why not play bartender. He'll serve up whatever it is she's having.]
Though I'd sooner see you look beyond your love of swords, personally. Not that I think you'd be incapable of finding a means to earn an Archon mark in them; quite the contrary. But that's what you always fall back on when it comes to defining yourself.
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also, she'll take whatever. she unfortunately is a fan of the taste of the affection drink AND the love potion drink but she refuses to put up with those so. beer it is.
however - the last bit of what thancred says interrupts her thoughts, and she raises an eyebrow at him.]
You make that sound like it's a bad thing. [because it is, gideon]
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[He slides her a glass of beer, then starts sipping at his Number Nine, himself. It's as delicious as always, and brings back memories of Sharlayan. Fitting, for a moment like this.]
Let go of the swords a moment. You've met all manner of people here, from all different places and circumstances and walks of life. Nothing they've shown you or taught you has caught your fancy?
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she's quiet for like a REALLY long minute, trying to think of... anything...]
Uh.
[she is trying to think of something not related to fighting and is failing.]
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[He drums his fingers lightly on the counter, taking another sip of his drink.]
You're going to show me aptitude for adaptability. Capacity to learn a new skill is a trait worthy of Sharlayan, I should think — so when you can show me that you've achieved competence in a skill you learned from one of your friends, then you'll have your marks.
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she takes a drink of her own, reaching up to put her sunglasses back on.]
I wanted to learn more about Childe's vision shit. [she says, glancing away.] I'll see what else I can find.
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What sort of visions?
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Vision singular. It's their magic, I think. He's got water based magic, Itto's got rock. I'd be shocked if Scaramouche hasn't got something as well, but he's slippery.
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[He ponders a minute.]
What if you found out? From Scaramouche. He's slippery, as you say, so getting it out of him would be an unusual accomplishment, wouldn't it?
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Are you going to make me figure out what Scaramouche can do? This is homework. You're assigning me homework.
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[He shrugs.]
I'm not making you do anything. Only offering possibilities.
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I don't want to do that. [she says, finally, but.] ... I'll ask Akira or Lu Bixing. They've got to have something interesting.
[...] Or I could just ask you. You could pass on some of that stealth. I've got fuck-all of that.
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[He reaches across the counter, ruffling her hair like he likes to do.]
The point isn't to torment you, Nav. Earning your marks isn't meant to be easy, it's meant to be an accomplishment. Something for you to take pride in ever after. You deserve that.
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she deserves an accomplishment, huh. she thinks about that, too.]
... Then teach me stealth shit. And I'll ask around, and figure out what I want to go for.