[At the dojo, Sieghart stands a little ways from the armory entrance with his hunched shoulders as he smooths out a piece of crinkled paper in his possession.]
[Estelle is looking over the training equipment, picking up wooden swords and blunt rapiers and feeling their weight, when she hears him and wanders over, still holding one of those rapiers in her hand.]
Sieghart holds the paper up. It's an illustration of a group of people inside a dormitory, and a good one at that. There are folds where he evidently pressed the paper in order to fit in a pocket.]
[The rapier falls. The wise thing would be to pick it up, but Sieghart's attention is fixed on Estelle as his free hand comes up to hover over her shoulder, just in case.]
Sure! If you have any advice, I'd love to hear it too.
[She picks up her shield -- a distinctive, heart-shaped one -- and straps it to her arm, then takes on a fighting stance with the sword in hand.]
This is a bit lighter than the swords I normally use, but it should be good enough to practice the movements with.
[And with that, she practices a few techniques -- a series of jabs and lunges. Her form and footwork are proper, having been neatly practiced again and again, as if memorizing a dance routine.]
[Elegant and practiced—to be expected from one of her station. Advising isn't his thing, but he can appreciate the display as he lounges off to the side.]
You can't take anything out of the armory. You're better off getting used to that until a more suitable alternative comes along.
It's the way these places seem to operate. We each get one thing, right? Mine just happens to be the sword, and yours is the shield. But even shields can be used offensively.
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Hmm . . . I should have just left it back there.
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What is that?
[She's curious, and nosy. Hi.]
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Sieghart holds the paper up. It's an illustration of a group of people inside a dormitory, and a good one at that. There are folds where he evidently pressed the paper in order to fit in a pocket.]
This? It's a souvenir.
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[Estelle moves closer to examine it, concerned at first about the possible damage...
...
and then her eyes become firmly fixed on one of the subjects in the illustration. The rapier slips out of her hand and drops to the floor.]
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Hey, you okay?
[Everyone is smiling in the drawing, at least.]
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[She stumbles back a step, a hand covering her mouth.]
That's Rita, isn't it?
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Yeah, it is. We shared the same dorm at the school. She made it all the way to the end as an honors student.
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Do you mean... she was okay? She didn't get hurt?
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[She lets that sink in, and a small smile forms on her lips.]
That's just like her. Rita can do anything she puts her mind to.
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She can, and it probably comes easily to her. But so can the rest of us. Besides . . .
[He cracks a grin.]
Between the two of you, I think you're much sweeter.
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I think Rita's very sweet, actually. She just pretends she isn't.
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But, really? You can tell?
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By the way, you really should pick that up.
[The rapier is still down there.]
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[She bends down and picks it up, holding the tip up so she can take a look at the rounded end.]
I was thinking of practicing, since... things might get dangerous here before long.
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Want me to spot you? I'm familiar with rapiers.
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[She picks up her shield -- a distinctive, heart-shaped one -- and straps it to her arm, then takes on a fighting stance with the sword in hand.]
This is a bit lighter than the swords I normally use, but it should be good enough to practice the movements with.
[And with that, she practices a few techniques -- a series of jabs and lunges. Her form and footwork are proper, having been neatly practiced again and again, as if memorizing a dance routine.]
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You can't take anything out of the armory. You're better off getting used to that until a more suitable alternative comes along.
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[That would be wrong.]
Do you think we'll really get access to weapons of our own...?
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Why not? I already have mine.
[It's not currently on his person, however.]
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Can you wield anything else?
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