ext_309157 ([identity profile] once-a-king.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-02-06 06:22 pm
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Fencing Club: Salle Wednesday After Classes

Peter had blades and practice blades out in the salle as well as towels and water.  When everyone arrived, he stepped forward.  "Hello.  I'm Peter Pevensie if you all don't already know me.  This is the Fencing Club.  We're going to meet every Wednesday down here in the salle to hopefully all work with our blades and get exposure to a variety of styles."

He gestured to Deadpool if he was there.  "Professor Deadpool is our faculty advisor which means...I'm not sure what it means except that he's in charge if we need a teacher."

"Let's worry about introductions and such next week.  let's just warm up today and start drilling with each other.  If you don't know much about blades or swordwork, come find me and I'll introduce you."

[OOC:  Many many thanks to mouthy_merc who reminded me not twice but three times that we had club today.  I'll be out for a wee bit  this evening but back in plenty of time for tags.]

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
He nodded.

"I am, freshly come" from hell in Oz "without much learning in any direction and only a little in this."

He offered his hand, awkwardly, as if not sure it would be desired in any capacity, even one so small as a shake.

"Liir."

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
For once, that actually makes two of us. Though I almost want to ask why.

"I suppose you're the head of this club?"

He was hoping to make good impressions, after all.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Succession by secession," he quipped genially enough. "Not that I'd know the difference."

He looked over at the practice swords.

"What would you like me to do?"

He figured he'd best state it plainly.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Like ticktock with the right slotted card inserted, he took the blade and settled into a basic stance as smooth as cream. It was a soldier's stance, more specifically a cavalryman's stance, suited to a saber, to a curved blade, to a hacking, slashing motion.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know much," he said. "In fact, I'd say I don't know anything at all. I do remember some things from what the soldiers showed me."

There is a definite difference.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
He spent one repetition following Peter exactly. The second was done going slowly, working out the adjustments between Peter's body and his own, figuring out the difference between the angles and the movement. The third time was spent repeating the action at twice the speed of the second. The fourth? At Peter's speed.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll try not to fall behind," he said placidly. It wasn't learned until it was in the skin, in the bone, in the muscle. Having it in his head wasn't enough. Remembering wasn't enough. He had to know it, and that would require repetition.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
He'd learned by now that any comments he'd have as to the student's responsibility to learn at the right pace would be rebuked.

So he didn't say it, even if he thought it.

"If you say so."

He wouldn't have. She wouldn't have either.

He followed, performing them as he had the the first.

Re: Talk to Peter

[identity profile] new-to-liirness.livejournal.com 2008-02-07 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
He gave only a nod. Praise could be given when he'd accomplished the goal; promise was only as good as a promise, if that. After all, you could try as hard as you could and sometimes, you still weren't good enough.