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[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Pay attention.

This isn't a game.

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[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

[Victor's blinks at that. Not because it is directed at him, but because that isn't something he expects to hear when he moves into the gym for a work out.

He does have challenge coming, after all. Knives, with a vague promise to leave Alek breathing at least.]

You weren't quite forceful enough, they couldn't hear you down the hall.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[The Six scuttled out nursing torn knuckles, one black eye and several light gashes along his forearms; Ethan snorted, sheathing his knives and picking up a half-full bottle of water.]

I shouldn't have had to repeat it three times either.

[uncutclarity.livejournal.com]

But games can be so much fun, Ethan.

[She'd promised Wren she'd corral Ethan and convince him that he needed to take the two most vivacious Red Face Cards out to get absolutely smashed.

She hadn't expected to see him in teacher mode.]

If I knew you were instructing today, I would have brought you an apple.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[Well, somebody had to jerk the lower cards off their asses. Honestly, he'd never felt so much like a babysitter in his life.]

M'lady Jack. Mi scusi. [Because he had to finish berating a Five about his absolute lack of practicing. When the cowed little bungler exited in a hurry, he turned back to her and sketched a rakish little half-bow.]

Just an apple? I'd settle for a kiss on the cheek, but then, I'm all sweaty.

[rudythebird.livejournal.com]

[Rudy will just keep watching the man snap at other people and be grateful he's just a bird.

When he's certain the man isn't busy scaring the other people anymore, he's going to shriek chirp for the Seven's attention. You have a letter, Ethan. From a missing Four of Spades who vanished from the Deck. Again.]

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[He so wasn't in the mood for this shit. It was a terrifying nuance, starting to understand how Proctor so easily lost his temper and used his fist instead of words.

Thus, hearing the loud noise from the window had him scowling somewhat irritatedly, but, recognizing Rudy, the Seven stepped over and eyed the bird, decidedly not amused.]

--what?

[sometimesapet.livejournal.com]

Mreow? [Not a game? But everything good was a game. At least for Thyme, it was. She sits, paying attention to the spade talking, looking interested but probably not understanding.]

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[First birds, now cats. Jesus God. The bane of poor Isaac's life, too.]

What are you doing out of your castle, hm?

[Cadogan owed him. Big.]

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

You'll pardon him if he's studying your methods, wont you? Not like Eli cared if you would or wouldn't. If he was going to ask you to sharpen his skills in blade tactics then he was going to make sure you were the type of teacher he would learn from and not demolish as the latter might be a bit counterproductive.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Ethan had no tolerance for slop. His time was valuable, as were his skills and anyone seeking both had damned well better prove worthy. A recalcitrant student, or worse, a vapid one, was an affront to his principles and was quickly treated to painful doses in humility. Fighting wasn't playing.

Thus, the blood flowing from the student Five's nose and lacerated lip was the final lesson for his session, Ethan's cold gaze following him out. Shaking his head with a snort, he stepped back to the side of the ring, sheathed his knives and wiped his face with a clean towel.

"Buon giorno, Doc." He tossed the towel over a shoulder. "I doubt he'll need surgery, but maybe an ice pack or two."

[7waystobetray.livejournal.com]

[rolls her eyes at the unfortunate student. But comes bearing those weapons he asked about. She's in charge of the armory, and likes to deliver the more expensive pieces herself, so she can keep tabs on them.]

Here you go.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[Letting the berated Card slink out, Ethan thought nothing about turning his back to the unfortunate; this one wouldn't last too long, anyway. He gave Delila a nod, taking one of the blades and testing its balance.]

Grazie. Not a bad piece, this one.

manning up and subjecting olly to this. :|

[aceofsorts.livejournal.com]

[Oliver is perfectly proficient with blades. More than 'proficient.' Therefore, this would be hand-to-hand combat training. One of the first since his last challenger fractured his thumb. He sighs and gets back to his feet.]

I'm well aware it isn't.

It will be educational.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Your focus says otherwise.

[Ethan stepped back to let him get up, expression serious.]

You keep lowering that right guard, Oliver. A lefty is going to pummel you, as you just discovered.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

[]

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[If it wasn't deserved, then it'd never be given. His own upbringing had seen to that. Ethan knew he was a hardass instructor, but he was also fair. He asked for everything, and accepted no less.

The Three slunk away under that hard icy gaze and Ethan watched him go dispassionately, sternness evident in his very posture. But when he turned, saw Declán just across the room, the glimlet gaze softened, lips curving from their hard line.]

Che succede, fratello?


{What's up, brother?}

[morallydefunct.livejournal.com]

[Victor's blinks at that. Not because it is directed at him, but because that isn't something he expects to hear when he moves into the gym for a work out.

He does have challenge coming, after all. Knives, with a vague promise to leave Alek breathing at least.]

You weren't quite forceful enough, they couldn't hear you down the hall.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[The Six scuttled out nursing torn knuckles, one black eye and several light gashes along his forearms; Ethan snorted, sheathing his knives and picking up a half-full bottle of water.]

I shouldn't have had to repeat it three times either.

[uncutclarity.livejournal.com]

But games can be so much fun, Ethan.

[She'd promised Wren she'd corral Ethan and convince him that he needed to take the two most vivacious Red Face Cards out to get absolutely smashed.

She hadn't expected to see him in teacher mode.]

If I knew you were instructing today, I would have brought you an apple.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[Well, somebody had to jerk the lower cards off their asses. Honestly, he'd never felt so much like a babysitter in his life.]

M'lady Jack. Mi scusi. [Because he had to finish berating a Five about his absolute lack of practicing. When the cowed little bungler exited in a hurry, he turned back to her and sketched a rakish little half-bow.]

Just an apple? I'd settle for a kiss on the cheek, but then, I'm all sweaty.

[rudythebird.livejournal.com]

[Rudy will just keep watching the man snap at other people and be grateful he's just a bird.

When he's certain the man isn't busy scaring the other people anymore, he's going to shriek chirp for the Seven's attention. You have a letter, Ethan. From a missing Four of Spades who vanished from the Deck. Again.]

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[He so wasn't in the mood for this shit. It was a terrifying nuance, starting to understand how Proctor so easily lost his temper and used his fist instead of words.

Thus, hearing the loud noise from the window had him scowling somewhat irritatedly, but, recognizing Rudy, the Seven stepped over and eyed the bird, decidedly not amused.]

--what?

[sometimesapet.livejournal.com]

Mreow? [Not a game? But everything good was a game. At least for Thyme, it was. She sits, paying attention to the spade talking, looking interested but probably not understanding.]

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[First birds, now cats. Jesus God. The bane of poor Isaac's life, too.]

What are you doing out of your castle, hm?

[Cadogan owed him. Big.]

[washtheblood.livejournal.com]

You'll pardon him if he's studying your methods, wont you? Not like Eli cared if you would or wouldn't. If he was going to ask you to sharpen his skills in blade tactics then he was going to make sure you were the type of teacher he would learn from and not demolish as the latter might be a bit counterproductive.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Ethan had no tolerance for slop. His time was valuable, as were his skills and anyone seeking both had damned well better prove worthy. A recalcitrant student, or worse, a vapid one, was an affront to his principles and was quickly treated to painful doses in humility. Fighting wasn't playing.

Thus, the blood flowing from the student Five's nose and lacerated lip was the final lesson for his session, Ethan's cold gaze following him out. Shaking his head with a snort, he stepped back to the side of the ring, sheathed his knives and wiped his face with a clean towel.

"Buon giorno, Doc." He tossed the towel over a shoulder. "I doubt he'll need surgery, but maybe an ice pack or two."

[7waystobetray.livejournal.com]

[rolls her eyes at the unfortunate student. But comes bearing those weapons he asked about. She's in charge of the armory, and likes to deliver the more expensive pieces herself, so she can keep tabs on them.]

Here you go.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[Letting the berated Card slink out, Ethan thought nothing about turning his back to the unfortunate; this one wouldn't last too long, anyway. He gave Delila a nod, taking one of the blades and testing its balance.]

Grazie. Not a bad piece, this one.

manning up and subjecting olly to this. :|

[aceofsorts.livejournal.com]

[Oliver is perfectly proficient with blades. More than 'proficient.' Therefore, this would be hand-to-hand combat training. One of the first since his last challenger fractured his thumb. He sighs and gets back to his feet.]

I'm well aware it isn't.

It will be educational.

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

Your focus says otherwise.

[Ethan stepped back to let him get up, expression serious.]

You keep lowering that right guard, Oliver. A lefty is going to pummel you, as you just discovered.

[piquedbutler.livejournal.com]

[]

[cutslikeaspade.livejournal.com]

[If it wasn't deserved, then it'd never be given. His own upbringing had seen to that. Ethan knew he was a hardass instructor, but he was also fair. He asked for everything, and accepted no less.

The Three slunk away under that hard icy gaze and Ethan watched him go dispassionately, sternness evident in his very posture. But when he turned, saw Declán just across the room, the glimlet gaze softened, lips curving from their hard line.]

Che succede, fratello?


{What's up, brother?}