Lord Chris Sonom (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
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[Chris looks over the form and nods.]
That's a wonderful caster's position.
[He takes Hythlodaeus' wrists gently and guides them both up closer to his chest, elbows bent and slightly to each side to create a smei-triangle in front of his body.]
Wanted to know your 'default' cause you'll be needing two, depending on how you're fighting. For this, you want arms up, but slightly to the side, not directly in front of you, need to be able to block as well as hit.
[He reaches for the other man's hips to turn and square them and nudged one foot with his own to get them even with the shoulders they were supporting.]
Body's the sword, shield, and armor in a fist fight, got to protect it as well as know how to sharpen it. How's this feel?
That's a wonderful caster's position.
[He takes Hythlodaeus' wrists gently and guides them both up closer to his chest, elbows bent and slightly to each side to create a smei-triangle in front of his body.]
Wanted to know your 'default' cause you'll be needing two, depending on how you're fighting. For this, you want arms up, but slightly to the side, not directly in front of you, need to be able to block as well as hit.
[He reaches for the other man's hips to turn and square them and nudged one foot with his own to get them even with the shoulders they were supporting.]
Body's the sword, shield, and armor in a fist fight, got to protect it as well as know how to sharpen it. How's this feel?
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To hear you say so, in turn, increases my confidence in you. It is a truth in my world, and many I should think, that we all have self-interests to serve. Only a fool or a liar denies it.
[Erik takes Chris's hand and shakes it with warm pressure despite the chill of his skin.]
I will be glad to hear what response you get. And more glad to help you succeed in this quest. If I come across anything I think might be useful to you, I will send you a message to meet. You can rely on my discretion.
[Erik takes Chris's hand and shakes it with warm pressure despite the chill of his skin.]
I will be glad to hear what response you get. And more glad to help you succeed in this quest. If I come across anything I think might be useful to you, I will send you a message to meet. You can rely on my discretion.
[He takes note of the chill again, but this doesn't feel like the time to say something. It wasn't really his business until it was.]
Thank you, I appreciate that and your discretion. Is there anything else you'd like to know? Of me or the city or what-have you, while we're sat here? I'll not take your time up otherwise.
[He was genuinely more than happy to help with questions as he could, but they were likely both busy, small talk wasn't the cards for today.]
Thank you, I appreciate that and your discretion. Is there anything else you'd like to know? Of me or the city or what-have you, while we're sat here? I'll not take your time up otherwise.
[He was genuinely more than happy to help with questions as he could, but they were likely both busy, small talk wasn't the cards for today.]
I have no job and no other obligations besides. If anything, it is I taking-up your time. And you have been most generous with it, so I won't overstay my welcome.
Ah, fair. Then I apologize I can't be a better host today, call in a raincheck sometime and I'll be happy to offer better company. Unfortunately, too much time leaves an idle mind I've no use with, so I've two jobs to my name. Which reminds me, if you've need of me in working hours, you can find me at Haven or the Midnight Theatre, both in the Down.
[He finishes off his tea and moves to stand. Though, he hesitates as he does.]
Actually...what do you like to do for fun, Erik?
[He finishes off his tea and moves to stand. Though, he hesitates as he does.]
Actually...what do you like to do for fun, Erik?
[He lets Chris move him and takes in what he's saying dutifully.]
Ah... it feels strange, but I'm sure I will get used to it.
[At least, he hopes he will. But with enough practice, surely this will become second nature to him.]
I didn't realise there was so much preparation involved in fist fighting. I was rather under the impression that you simply hit things.
[Hythlodaeus chuckles, but he supposes he sees where he was wrong. Any kind of strenuous activity should ideally involve warming up, he's sure.]
Ah... it feels strange, but I'm sure I will get used to it.
[At least, he hopes he will. But with enough practice, surely this will become second nature to him.]
I didn't realise there was so much preparation involved in fist fighting. I was rather under the impression that you simply hit things.
[Hythlodaeus chuckles, but he supposes he sees where he was wrong. Any kind of strenuous activity should ideally involve warming up, he's sure.]
Thank you. I dislike being idle as well, so I can sympathize.
[He nods, and takes note of those business names. He'll plan on making his rounds to them soon.
When Chris starts to rise, so does he. But then that question leaves him feeling quite flat-footed. What does he like to do for fun? That shouldn't be a difficult question, yet as he stands there, he finds himself struggling to summon an answer.
His mind flashes to his recent years, where most evenings are spent in the company of his human servant. Treating his Max to whatever desire he fancies, spending time in carnal pleasure, traveling abroad. All of it, for the last seven years, has revolved around his human companion. Those handful of years have somehow felt more full than entire decades past. But what does he do with himself when not doting on his Pet? What did he do before his Pet?]
Oh, I don't know. I like to read, or travel. I sometimes collect art. I suppose, otherwise, I'm a little too much of a workaholic for other hobbies.
[He nods, and takes note of those business names. He'll plan on making his rounds to them soon.
When Chris starts to rise, so does he. But then that question leaves him feeling quite flat-footed. What does he like to do for fun? That shouldn't be a difficult question, yet as he stands there, he finds himself struggling to summon an answer.
His mind flashes to his recent years, where most evenings are spent in the company of his human servant. Treating his Max to whatever desire he fancies, spending time in carnal pleasure, traveling abroad. All of it, for the last seven years, has revolved around his human companion. Those handful of years have somehow felt more full than entire decades past. But what does he do with himself when not doting on his Pet? What did he do before his Pet?]
Oh, I don't know. I like to read, or travel. I sometimes collect art. I suppose, otherwise, I'm a little too much of a workaholic for other hobbies.
[He double-takes at the message and snatches up his phone…and almost doesn't respond. Except he feels worn thin from worry and loss and pain for people he loves on top of the shit show of the last month.
He can’t not respond.]
you weren’t face down under a table for days, right?
He can’t not respond.]
you weren’t face down under a table for days, right?
your experiments were headed for the drain if you were.
yeah got tangled in that fallout. you safe? need healing?
yeah got tangled in that fallout. you safe? need healing?
so follow-up of ‘are you alright’ (head and rest) still applies, weird is too broad and i can’t tell what you need with it.
and don’t bullshit me, you owe the cramp between my shoulder blades that much at least.
and don’t bullshit me, you owe the cramp between my shoulder blades that much at least.
ok listen first of all i can fix a cramp in my sleep second of all i need u to know before i write this out that i know it sounds like a made up story but its not
a demon (except not "a demon" bc i know the demon and he's not normally a demon) made me suck up his magic like a very demonic sponge and try to rip a hole in the universe
so, like. weird is the best ive got.
a demon (except not "a demon" bc i know the demon and he's not normally a demon) made me suck up his magic like a very demonic sponge and try to rip a hole in the universe
so, like. weird is the best ive got.
good cause i might call on you for it.
i know the ‘demon.’ tangled with him once when he wasn’t in his head right and, really, demons and shit are normal back home so yeah that’s weird but makes sense.
didn’t answer if you were alright.
i know the ‘demon.’ tangled with him once when he wasn’t in his head right and, really, demons and shit are normal back home so yeah that’s weird but makes sense.
didn’t answer if you were alright.
demons are generally a little less corporeal for me, the whole giant w wings thing really threw me
i siphoned off all the demon shit. i cut my hand but it looks worse than it is, i'm not really hurt. it was mostly just like
scary
not actually harm inducing.
i siphoned off all the demon shit. i cut my hand but it looks worse than it is, i'm not really hurt. it was mostly just like
scary
not actually harm inducing.
fair they’re scary to see in person
Ok. you got one of yours to hold that hand and whatever else right now? i’ll quit fussing in a moment. swear
Ok. you got one of yours to hold that hand and whatever else right now? i’ll quit fussing in a moment. swear
good cause i’m not inclined to letting you off too easy before i’m done. joys of being one of mine
despite my and caleb’s best efforts, we’ve kept it standing, operational, stocked, and protected.
despite my and caleb’s best efforts, we’ve kept it standing, operational, stocked, and protected.
[He watches the man pause a little too long for an answer that ought be simple and it’s an interesting note. He’s clearly been busy enough for long enough that he’s nearly forgotten and ‘workaholic’ seems likely enough. He can sympathize.]
Not sure to the work you’re used to, but you might want to start finding some unless you’re to pick up a job or two while here.
That said, there’s an art gallery here in the Up, couldn’t treat you to tea, can I offer an evening’s distraction instead?
Not sure to the work you’re used to, but you might want to start finding some unless you’re to pick up a job or two while here.
That said, there’s an art gallery here in the Up, couldn’t treat you to tea, can I offer an evening’s distraction instead?
I was a land broker and investor. I don't see much hope for that here given my... designation.
[His lips twist into a grimace while his hand tightens the tie at his neck as if to cover the mark under his chin. But as quickly as the distaste on his face comes, it's gone again, replaced with a look of genuine interest.]
An art gallery. Yes, I would like that very much. A feast for the eyes one might say.
[His lips twist into a grimace while his hand tightens the tie at his neck as if to cover the mark under his chin. But as quickly as the distaste on his face comes, it's gone again, replaced with a look of genuine interest.]
An art gallery. Yes, I would like that very much. A feast for the eyes one might say.
Not entirely wrong, should someone take a swing at you, they’re not likely to give you time to stretch first afore you’ll need to respond. For sparring and practice, it’s wholly necessary so you know how not to do more damage to yourself if you’re caught out like that.
[He motions for Hythlodaeus to relax.]
Remember the stance, I'll be calling you for it when you've likely forgotten. Now, practicing proper forms for blocking and how to fold your fist to protect the bones in your hand.
[He walks him through the paces, how to bring his arms up in front of him at an angle to better move and block as hits come in, how to tuck his thumb against the outsides of his fingers and not under them, lest it break for a punch thrown and, if he seems particularly eager, how to wrap his hands to secure the bones in a planned fight.
When he's through, he casts a glance over his companion with a small tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth.]
You're doing well for first lesson...now show me that defensive stance of yours.
[He motions for Hythlodaeus to relax.]
Remember the stance, I'll be calling you for it when you've likely forgotten. Now, practicing proper forms for blocking and how to fold your fist to protect the bones in your hand.
[He walks him through the paces, how to bring his arms up in front of him at an angle to better move and block as hits come in, how to tuck his thumb against the outsides of his fingers and not under them, lest it break for a punch thrown and, if he seems particularly eager, how to wrap his hands to secure the bones in a planned fight.
When he's through, he casts a glance over his companion with a small tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth.]
You're doing well for first lesson...now show me that defensive stance of yours.
Ah. [Chris offers a sympathetic look. No, there likely wasn't much call for that even beyond designation, not that Chris has looked much into either, but the designation snag is certainly the biggest issue.
For now, he takes his cup back to the counter and returns with a genial smile.]
Art is good for the eyes and soul. It's not so far, if you'll join in the walk?
[He'll lead them out, hands itching to tuck into the pockets of a jacket he wasn't wearing. It isn't far at all and Chris fills the space with talk of art, as well as he knows it. The building itself it nice and he pays their admission with an easy smile.
Once they're inside, however, he largely lets Erik decide what they look at and where they go, more than happy to listen if the man has any insight on the pieces displayed.]
For now, he takes his cup back to the counter and returns with a genial smile.]
Art is good for the eyes and soul. It's not so far, if you'll join in the walk?
[He'll lead them out, hands itching to tuck into the pockets of a jacket he wasn't wearing. It isn't far at all and Chris fills the space with talk of art, as well as he knows it. The building itself it nice and he pays their admission with an easy smile.
Once they're inside, however, he largely lets Erik decide what they look at and where they go, more than happy to listen if the man has any insight on the pieces displayed.]
With pleasure.
[It's still a new and somewhat uncomfortable notion for him that someone else should have to pay his way, but he accepts it with grace. Once inside, his discomfort is forgotten. His whole demeanor lights up and he leads Chris around with a kind of giddy excitement as he points out this or that detail about paintings and sculptures they pass.
He explains off-handedly, that he's been a minor collector of art for some time, but also, that he has the advantage of having been a contemporary viewer during many of the now "old" movements on display. He speaks vividly about his memories of going to private galleries to see pieces when they were still new, hinting at the truth of his age and nature. He gravitates the most heavily to Neoclassicism and Baroque styles, stopping to view any of those types for much longer than most.]
I hope I'm not boring you too much? My servant at home, Max, always starts getting fidgety by this point when I take him to a place like this.
[It's still a new and somewhat uncomfortable notion for him that someone else should have to pay his way, but he accepts it with grace. Once inside, his discomfort is forgotten. His whole demeanor lights up and he leads Chris around with a kind of giddy excitement as he points out this or that detail about paintings and sculptures they pass.
He explains off-handedly, that he's been a minor collector of art for some time, but also, that he has the advantage of having been a contemporary viewer during many of the now "old" movements on display. He speaks vividly about his memories of going to private galleries to see pieces when they were still new, hinting at the truth of his age and nature. He gravitates the most heavily to Neoclassicism and Baroque styles, stopping to view any of those types for much longer than most.]
I hope I'm not boring you too much? My servant at home, Max, always starts getting fidgety by this point when I take him to a place like this.
[He's gathered a picture in his mind of Erik, between the small phrases and the chill of his skin, as to what he might be. He's also seen a man impassioned by a topic he clearly cares greatly about and that carries just as much weight.
He doesn't know as much about the topic as Erik does, but he does enjoy watching someone else's excitement. When he asks, Chris shakes his head.]
Not at all. When someone really cares about a thing, their smile turns more genuine and there's a brightness to their eyes and a upward shift in their voice. It's noticeable and attractive to watch, even if the subject is a bit outside my purview. You've been a connoisseur of art for quite some time. It shows and it's lovely.
He doesn't know as much about the topic as Erik does, but he does enjoy watching someone else's excitement. When he asks, Chris shakes his head.]
Not at all. When someone really cares about a thing, their smile turns more genuine and there's a brightness to their eyes and a upward shift in their voice. It's noticeable and attractive to watch, even if the subject is a bit outside my purview. You've been a connoisseur of art for quite some time. It shows and it's lovely.
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