So I kind of lost my ability to be a taser, and people keep telling me how dangerous it gets here, so I guess I was hoping your offer of fighting lessons from back in Hadriel is still on the table. Even though I sucked at it last time.
i lost all the magic that taako taught me, so i get where you're coming from. i know a couple gyms that have free hours for personal training. we can go when it's not busy.
[ He remembers clearly how insistent Lance had been the last time, about being away from prying eyes. ]
Okay, great, that'll work. I have basically no obligations right now, so whenever's best for you is fine with me.
[And he's totally not already nervous about this, despite that he trusts Nate and Nate's clearly being considerate, but he's been unexpectedly dealing with some reminders of both why he needs lessons and why anything to do with physical fighting scares him. And he should probably just say that, but that would involve actually doing what he tells other people to do about feelings, which is... Ugh.]
[Lance is the one who suggested this so he's not going to then be a wuss about it in theory, and he reminds himself this is important. Besides, he's also bored.]
Yeah, sure. Might as well get started as soon as possible.
[Since the sooner you start practicing the sooner you get good, right? Right.]
[Okay, to be fair, he does occasionally, but this is much more a Nate problem. Though it does make him wonder--]
What about gloves?
[Good, that place seems out of the way; he's trusting Nate's judgement and would've even if it were a more obvious place, but this seems pretty ideal.]
it's a personal preference thing. i'll bring some wraps for you.
[ Which is the last thing he sends before he sets about wrapping up a shift early, intent on passing the time this evening in a considerably more interesting venture than slinging shots at various Displaced with burgeoning forays into alcoholism. He finishes up, packs a small bag, and heads over.
It's dark when Nate arrives, the purples of dusk just starting to disappear at the edges of what little horizon he can see. With the new plant life crawling over the city it genuinely feels more comfortable than it did when he arrived - a little piece of home away from home.
The gym is empty when he nudges the door open, which isn't unexpected: slow nights and weird hours. Perfect spot for Lance to be comfortable with potentially embarrassing himself in front of an old friend. ]
[He'd meant about the empathy bond issue, but he'll let that go in order to instead focus on fretting over preparing to meet up with Nate later.
And since he gets most of that nervous energy out by wandering around in the city, getting a snack, and exploring a few shops, he feels calmer than expected by the time he locates the gym and cautiously steps inside. It's definitely quiet and seemingly deserted, two major bonuses, and those things also make it easy to spot Nate.]
[ He's loitering by the edge of the ring, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and shooting Lance a grin. The last time they did this, they walked so far out of the way Nate thought they might get lost going back. Lance wanted privacy and by God, he got it. ]
Sometimes I'd rather some disaster happen just to break up the monotony.
[Lance gives Nate's sleeves a look, resigns himself to that they're going to accidentally activate the empathy bond about forty times, and sighs at Nate's comment as he wanders further into the room.]
I'm going to remind you that you said that next time there's a disaster.
[And that promised--]
How actually dangerous is this place anyway? I mean, I've heard your stories and some from other people, but I guess I'm wondering whether fist-fighting is actually a situation that's likely to come up.
[It had in Hadriel, although the physical altercations he'd gotten into he either didn't fight back or just used his gun or magic. But people here keep claiming that all the Displaced are mostly well behaved toward each other, and he isn't totally sure about what kind of external threats he should be expecting.]
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[Aka nothing inherently serious.]
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sure, shoot
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[And is still going to.]
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[ He remembers clearly how insistent Lance had been the last time, about being away from prying eyes. ]
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[And he's totally not already nervous about this, despite that he trusts Nate and Nate's clearly being considerate, but he's been unexpectedly dealing with some reminders of both why he needs lessons and why anything to do with physical fighting scares him. And he should probably just say that, but that would involve actually doing what he tells other people to do about feelings, which is... Ugh.]
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you wanna start tonight?
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in theory, and he reminds himself this is important. Besides, he's also bored.]Yeah, sure. Might as well get started as soon as possible.
[Since the sooner you start practicing the sooner you get good, right? Right.]
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meet me here in 2 hours?
[ Nate sends along a GPS ping: it's a gym not far from Red Wings, in a discreet part of the neighborhood. Side road. Not well-traveled. ]
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[Okay, to be fair, he does occasionally, but this is much more a Nate problem. Though it does make him wonder--]
What about gloves?
[Good, that place seems out of the way; he's trusting Nate's judgement and would've even if it were a more obvious place, but this seems pretty ideal.]
Sounds good.
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[ Which is the last thing he sends before he sets about wrapping up a shift early, intent on passing the time this evening in a considerably more interesting venture than slinging shots at various Displaced with burgeoning forays into alcoholism. He finishes up, packs a small bag, and heads over.
It's dark when Nate arrives, the purples of dusk just starting to disappear at the edges of what little horizon he can see. With the new plant life crawling over the city it genuinely feels more comfortable than it did when he arrived - a little piece of home away from home.
The gym is empty when he nudges the door open, which isn't unexpected: slow nights and weird hours. Perfect spot for Lance to be comfortable with potentially embarrassing himself in front of an old friend. ]
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And since he gets most of that nervous energy out by wandering around in the city, getting a snack, and exploring a few shops, he feels calmer than expected by the time he locates the gym and cautiously steps inside. It's definitely quiet and seemingly deserted, two major bonuses, and those things also make it easy to spot Nate.]
Hey. How was work?
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[ He's loitering by the edge of the ring, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and shooting Lance a grin. The last time they did this, they walked so far out of the way Nate thought they might get lost going back. Lance wanted privacy and by God, he got it. ]
Sometimes I'd rather some disaster happen just to break up the monotony.
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I'm going to remind you that you said that next time there's a disaster.
[And that promised--]
How actually dangerous is this place anyway? I mean, I've heard your stories and some from other people, but I guess I'm wondering whether fist-fighting is actually a situation that's likely to come up.
[It had in Hadriel, although the physical altercations he'd gotten into he either didn't fight back or just used his gun or magic. But people here keep claiming that all the Displaced are mostly well behaved toward each other, and he isn't totally sure about what kind of external threats he should be expecting.]