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asgardchrysalis2019-09-24 06:39 pm
winscenario) wrote in asgardchrysalis2019-09-24 06:39 pm
( open ) practice makes perfect
Who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
What: Jim wants to learn how to wield a sword (and some other weapons)
When: Now-ish
Where: Temjask arena
Rating: PG-13 for possible mild violence, fighting and minor injuries
While not unfamiliar with using weapons, it's fair to say that Jim's well out of his depth here. Barring the use of magic, there's nothing even remotely resembling energy weapons, and even projectile weapons are nonexistent. He's checked out what's on offer but some of them he doesn't even recognize, and those that he does...
Well, he can't really remember ever holding a sword in his life, for instance. But he's definitely curious. He goes to the arena to train, keep his body in shape and possibly look for someone willing to spar with him, and after he's worked up some sweat, he heads out to where all those weapons are on display, looking over the selection with interest.
He picks up a sword at one point, a smaller and lighter-looking one, but not knowing what to do with it, he'll put it back down unless someone approaches or cuts in. He also walks around the training grounds, watching others use those same weapons, admiring from a safe distance at how skilled they are.
A more elaborate or showy move will no doubt get an impressed sound from him, and he tips his head at them. "That was brilliant. You're really good."
Not that he'd know the first thing, it just looked impressive.
What: Jim wants to learn how to wield a sword (and some other weapons)
When: Now-ish
Where: Temjask arena
Rating: PG-13 for possible mild violence, fighting and minor injuries
While not unfamiliar with using weapons, it's fair to say that Jim's well out of his depth here. Barring the use of magic, there's nothing even remotely resembling energy weapons, and even projectile weapons are nonexistent. He's checked out what's on offer but some of them he doesn't even recognize, and those that he does...
Well, he can't really remember ever holding a sword in his life, for instance. But he's definitely curious. He goes to the arena to train, keep his body in shape and possibly look for someone willing to spar with him, and after he's worked up some sweat, he heads out to where all those weapons are on display, looking over the selection with interest.
He picks up a sword at one point, a smaller and lighter-looking one, but not knowing what to do with it, he'll put it back down unless someone approaches or cuts in. He also walks around the training grounds, watching others use those same weapons, admiring from a safe distance at how skilled they are.
A more elaborate or showy move will no doubt get an impressed sound from him, and he tips his head at them. "That was brilliant. You're really good."
Not that he'd know the first thing, it just looked impressive.
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“Guess we're going to find out.” Please, Jim, he may be falling into a brief teacher position, but he's an extraordinarily good learner, too. “Darts? You frequent a lot of bars or something?” He sidles up beside Jim on his right side, rests a hand at his shoulder then asks, “Wait, are you right or left-handed? I always assume right because most people are, but it makes a difference which hand is dominant.”
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"Oh, right-handed," he confirms. "I can throw the first, if you want. So you know what you're working with."
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Following a quick nod toward the target, “You've seen mine, now you'll show me yours? Seems like a fair trade.”
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Speaking of entirely different things here, of course. For now he focuses on the task at hand, assuming the stance that Loki had taught him, and trying to balance the knife on his hand just right. It took longer than it would someone more skilled, but when Jim throws the knife it cuts cleanly through the air, and lands on the target with a solid thump.
It's not quite on the center, but not close to the edge of the target either. Jim hums, admittedly pleased with himself.
"I'm getting better at it."
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Rather than open his mouth and make some awful comments about what would be considered ‘fair’ in their exchange, Klaus focuses on Jim's stance, making sure he's standing up straight, but not in a stiff manner. Has his right foot forward with the left slightly behind, isn't swinging with too much force—
Despite it taking somewhat longer, which he doesn't mind, the toss was pretty damn good. In fact, he has to admit, “I'll say. Maybe we're doing this backward and you should be teaching me? Because I've been here almost an hour already and that was better than anything I've thrown.”
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Jim seems to be pretty pleased with his shot, too. It's not perfect, but considering he's only tried knife throwing a few times, it's not too shabby. The only thing he needs is practice, so he doesn't take as long to get it right.
Laughing, he looks over at Klaus. "What can I say? I'm a fast learner."
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He shifts back a half-step, extends his right arm toward the knife and flicks his fingers, dislodging the blade with relative ease then floating it back over toward Jim. Klaus hovers it within reaching distance, grinning like the Cheshire cat, attention flickering between the bullseye and Jim.
“Put that to the test, then. Again,” and he jerks his head in the direction of the target. “Let's see just how fast you are.”
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"Alright, then... I'll try faster now," he says, moving back into position. This time, when he lifts the knife, he throws it almost immediately after. The aim is off when he doesn't take the time, though, and the knife lands near the edge of the target, the angle so crooked and the position so precarious that after a couple of seconds it just falls to the ground.
"Aw," he pouts, chuckling after. "Win some, lose some."
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Rather than respond verbally, there's a slight nod then he steps aside, giving Jim all the room he needs, expression lifting with astonishment as he instantaneously throws the knife without so much as a second thought. Well, to be fair, he did say ‘fast,’ after all. The knife sticks, falters then hits the ground a few moments later, making Klaus snap his fingers in disappointment.
“True that.” Then he floats the knife over again, closes his fingers around the handle once it's within his reach. “Funny thing about knife-throwing? Being fast is only important when you're life's in danger. Slow and steady wins the race, you know? Even when you might wanna go hard and fast.”
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"I guess so. But I was hoping to learn something that'd help me during fights. I don't have my weapons here, and these are all completely foreign to me," he says. His eyes are still on the target when Klaus adds that last bit, his lips curling into a wider smile. Finally he looks over with narrowed eyes, then he lets out a short laugh.
"Oh, really? Well, good thing I'm not always the hard and fast type. Some things are definitely worth taking slow."
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He notes the smile, bites the inside of his cheek to stifle his own grin, although to no avail. Ah, fuck it, he thinks, why the hell not?
“Alright, so, since we are quite obviously exchanging innuendo here: how about we ditch the practice for now and find somewhere else for some far more interesting activities?”
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His smile widens when Klaus goes straight to the point, absolutely delighted and not the least bit shy when he answers eagerly.
"I'm in. Your place or mine? Or do you have any other particular spot in mind?"
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Without missing a beat, Klaus bridges what little distance there is between them, hooks his arm with Jim's and begins leading them away. Screw the knives, he'll either come back for them or find other ones to use later. There are always more weapons to be made, surely.
“Actually,” he murmurs, dipping closer to whisper against Jim's ear, “if you haven't got any objections – and have decent enough balance – I'd like to hit the Tyrhaus showers.” Because the less questions he has to deal with, the better.
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He's got a good feeling, though. Especially when Klaus leans in and breathes warm air against his ear, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. Yeah, this is definitely gonna work for him.
"Well, that's exciting for a first," Jim notes with a curled smile, teeth flashing as he looks Klaus up and down. "Okay, sure. Why not? Tyrhaus showers it is."
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Leading them all the way back to his godhaus doesn't take nearly as long as he'd been anticipating, either. Whenever they finally reach their destination, he holds Jim's arm secure the whole way, only lets go once he's led them inside but the moment he does, he's not wasting any time pivoting and stepping right up into the other man's personal space.
“So,” Klaus begins, easing his coat off his shoulders, shimmying it down his arms while he walks backward, “what're you feeling? Hard and fast or slow and steady?”
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"I thought slow and steady wins the race?" He shoots Klaus's words back at him, lips curled into a lopsided smirk, eyebrow raised. He closes in on Klaus's space himself, taking hold of his jacket too, pulling him in for a kiss first before he pushes it down his arms.
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