04: Uncertainty (Open Video & Action at The Dancing Donner)

[enchantressofore]

Uhm... Hello.

[ Adela is on the feed then, in a warm and bright room – likely her room, considering that the warm light is more than likely candlelight. She seems serious though, frowning at the camera as she tries to figure out what to say. ]

I... I do not know how else to ask this, but... I wish to hone my skills with the sword and to improve. Is there a place for me to be able to do so? Or perhaps someone to spar with, so that I could? You do not need to use any kind of weaponry if you do not wish to, and I will use a wooden training sword myself. Please let me know, if you can.

Action, The Dancing Donner

[ She sighs once she turns off the communicator, and her clothes back on even after she's bathed she decides to go downstairs, though she doesn't try to talk to anyone or interact with anyone but one of the servers. The Dancing Donner is as active as ever tonight, but she just feels like... Well, maybe having something to try and soothe her nerves.

Having a warm cider in her hands, Adela just stares at her reflection in the drink, trying to think about what she's going to do from there. In fact, she gets so lost in thought at the time that she fails to notice anyone or anything around her in the bar, whether they take interest in her or not.

... At least until a newspaper gets tossed through the doors and lands in front of Adela. She's startled enough to nearly spill her drink at that (the bloody thing nearly hit her head!), and she blinks hard before sighing and paying the paper boy. Well, now she can keep up with the news at least. ]

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[maybeitsmaybelline]

[He apparently finds that hilarious, because he bursts into the sort of silly giggles that any self-respecting villain should be ashamed of. Fortunately, Roman has no shame.]

Ooooh, right! That's the line after all. [Cue a high-pitched, mocking voice.] I don't enjoy violence, I just need it to save the world!

[After a few more giggles he calms down slightly.] In any case, there are plenty of people who will spar with you, aaaand...

[He leans out of the frame and there's some scraping sounds before he reappears with his cane. He gestures wildly with the cane as he talks.] If you want to train for what a real fight is like, drop me a line. Without all the namby-pamby rules because believe me, criminals and monsters aren't going to follow those.

[enchantressofore]

[ ... She's really not sure of how to take this man. She's pretty sure he has probably had a liiiiiiiiiiittle too much to drink though, considering how she'd seen her uncle get. ]

What do you expect to do with that, if I may ask?

[maybeitsmaybelline]

[He makes an exasperated noise and rolls his eyes.]

Fight you. Did you hear a single word I've said, kid?

[Because, you know, he's been totally clear. He pauses to take another sip before continuing in a tone of voice usually reserved for talking to six year olds.]

You can call it sparring if that's what floats your boat, but I guarantee that none of those... [He gestures vaguely.] pompous, heroic little shits are going to prepare you for a real fight. They'll hold back because they're so nice, and they think they're above dirty tricks. They'd be great if you want to win a tournament match!

But! In the real world your enemies aren't going to follow the rules. So if you want to train for a tournament then have at it, but...

[He leans in close to the camera with a slightly unhinged smile.]

If you want to train to survive, I'll fight you.

[enchantressofore]

... I must insist that it is not to the death, if you are serious in this offer. That is the point of training, is it not?

But, I also fail to see how you can do so much of what you claim with a cane, sir.