Rowaini Musketeers: One For All and All For One

[Rystil Arden]

"Definitely!" Jacen agrees brightly. He sets the glasses down and says, "It'll be thirsty work, so I brought a little refreshment for later... Now, we'll need something to practice with. A pair of reasonably stout sticks would work..."

He looks around to see what's readily at hand.

*There's a long stout stick over near a large oak tree amidst the flowers in the garden.*

"A...a pair? No, I couldn't...women aren't allowed to learn the sword, especially not nobles. It isn't proper. But I'd love to watch you practise so very much!"

 

[Rystil Arden]

“As much as that would be a sight to see, I feel the lady knows well the effect her beauty has on men, and comports herself accordingly so as not to create a scene even larger than she already does. Of course that particular line of thought has nothing to do with pulling more pranks, now does it?”

"Well, you may be on to something, but obviously if she didn't want to make any sort of scene, she wouldn't have come at all, so she has to be hoping for something...Bah, you're right. Not a fun conversation topic. And besides, I bet Adrienne will have a stronger intuition than I would. We'll just leave Mlle X and her unearthly beauty to linger in our dreams."

“Well then, if you do not wish anything else of me for the moment, I will bid you adieu for now, lovely Zoe, and see if Valerie is still cross with meas you suspect,” he grins.

"She's flighty and a bit unpredictable, so who knows. That's the fun of pranking her. She could go ballistic or laugh along with it or any other possible reaction."

 

[Velmont]

Seeing his master in good company, Hyancinthe think a moment to forget about Mlle X. He wanted to come to his master with something no one would know for his better profit and who knows, to impress Mlle X but then, he thought he could rest but as he wasn't that tired, he decide to continue a bit his enterprise. He stays at ear shot, trying to notice something that would help him to identify that mysterious woman. He tries to do so while looking like someone who works here. Even if he knows his outfit doesn't match, he think it could simply pass for some zeal of him.

 

[Rystil Arden]

Seeing his master in good company, Hyancinthe think a moment to forget about Mlle X. He wanted to come to his master with something no one would know for his better profit and who knows, to impress Mlle X but then, he thought he could rest but as he wasn't that tired, he decide to continue a bit his enterprise. He stays at ear shot, trying to notice something that would help him to identify that mysterious woman. He tries to do so while looking like someone who works here. Even if he knows his outfit doesn't match, he think it could simply pass for some zeal of him.

(OOC: Interesting--what sort of clue is he looking for here? If there was anything, it would be very subtle, and Hyacinthe doesn't have Know: Nob & Roy, so he wouldn't be able to recognise clues of noble heritage.)

 

[Velmont]

OOC: Even if he is not tarined in Know Nob. He might be able to recognize some things as being a symbol of nobility. A birth mark, some heraldry or some letters on an handkerchief. Maybe, if he can overhear the conversation, he is used to analyze the true meaning of osme words, so maybe he will see a sarcasm where other see a compliment. She seems a master in that art, and Hyacinthe doesn't expect much maybe except a good luck (but with his curse, it might turn the other way )

 

[unleashed]

*Having bid Zoe adieu, Gabriel looks around for Valerie and once he locates the lady in question walks confidently towards her, making a small detour to gather two glasses of white wine along the way.*

“I feel we haven’t been properly introduced yet, although you’ve certainly left an impression on me mademoiselle,” he says, tracing a finger languidly over the area where she slapped him. “I am Gabriel Marteau, one of the King’s Musketeers, and you are Valerie ...” he asks with a winning smile, while offering a glass of wine which he half expects to be wearing any second now.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Valerie is talking to her dance partner and another man and woman.*

"You...What did you think you were doing during that dance? Do you think I'm just some cheap harlot?"

*She flicks her wrist while holding onto the glass, flinging the wine back at him and splashes it over his face, and either the front of his jacket or his sleeves if he throws up his hands to cover the front, then she cocks her head, admiring her handiwork slowly before leaning in to kiss some of the wine off his lips.*

"Well?"

*She moves back and licks her lips.*

[colo=silver]"Mmm, Ternan."[/color]

 

[Fenris]

"Do you go off on duty that often? Your Saints must be watching over you to keep you safe through all of that. How did you find the free time to spend now, then."

"Oh, we get some free time now and again. But often when gala's come around, we are the ones on duty, so I have not had to opportunity to dance and socialize much, though I have been at balls. We have been patrolling the area around here, and happened to find our selves invited. Seems Royal Musketeers are enough of a novelty to warrant inclusion." says Tristan with a smile.

"It seems your sister is quite taken with young Tommy" he adds.

 

[unleashed]

*Valerie is talking to her dance partner and another man and woman.*

"You...What did you think you were doing during that dance? Do you think I'm just some cheap harlot?"

*She flicks her wrist while holding onto the glass, flinging the wine back at him and splashes it over his face, and either the front of his jacket or his sleeves if he throws up his hands to cover the front, then she cocks her head, admiring her handiwork slowly before leaning in to kiss some of the wine off his lips.*

“No, not at all...” Gabriel says before the inevitable dousing, to which he mounts no resistance, so the front of his jacket is doused with wine along with his face.

"Well?"

*She moves back and licks her lips.*

"Mmm, Ternan."

Licking his lips after Valerie moves back, he says with a chuckle and a grin, “Mmm, refreshing, and I approve most heartily of your method of getting a taste of the wine offered, though I usually prefer to drink my wine rather than wear it.”

“As I was about to say though, before I received my impromptu soaking, it was not I that laid the hand upon you, lovely Valerie, but my dance partner, playing a prank on us both. And while my comment was but an innocent, if audacious, response to your slap and seeing your beauty, it was evidently the exact wrong thing to say, which the second slap made quite clear.”

 

[Shayuri]

Jacen blinks, then slaps his forehead. "Right...right, sorry. We'd been through that before."

With an apologetic grin he goes and fetches the stick. "The wine is very good tonight. Maybe a bit too good. Anyway! I'll start slow so you can see how it works...but in a real fight you have to be much quicker. Your basic defensive stance is like so.."

He holds the stick out at an angle, tilting it towards Marie with his other hand counterbalancing him backwards.

"Knees bent so you can react, sword out so he can't just rush in at you, center of gravity right between your feet, letting you shift quickly to react..."

He demonstrates this, rocking to the sides, and forward and back.

"If you want to press an attack, you would hold the tip out straighter, or even at a downward angle so it's a touch harder to block...and lean forward a bit so your weight pulls you towards your foe..."

The various techniques he'd learned from his father and later from the drill sergeant at the Musketeers come back to him easily, and he shows Marie several maneuvers he'd learned before getting thirsty enough to pause and take a drink from his wine.

"Honestly, Marie...there's no reason a woman couldn't learn this. None of this requires massive muscles. It's all leveraged weight and speed...things women possess in equal measure to men. I mean, look at me..."

Jacen grins. "I'm not a big lad, but I can fence Sir Tristan as long as he doesn't just run me down like a mad bull."