hey everybody, when you walk the walk

[impetuous]

Who: Bitty!Gwaine and you!
What: A minor is sneaking alcohol. Pretty sure that'll get someone's attention.
When: Today
Where: The Lux and lobby
Rating: P...G? Yeah, let's go with that for now.

[ Gwaine has not been educated as to the fine art of wishing. This not only explains why he is not currently sitting atop a mountain of the most random collection of wished-for items since Spike the dragon grew several meters, but also why he is walking into the Lux and heading for the bar. He has no money on him and he is not used to drinking so much water so he is carefully eyeing the place. When he fails to spot anyone, he slides under and behind it. Stealing the first bottle he can find, he attempts to shuffle out without being seen, the bottle hidden against his chest. ]



(( ooc: feel free to stumble into him inside the Lux or when he finally scrambles out into the lobby ))

Comments

[impetuous]

[ The slingshot joins the knife. ]

S'all I got.

[wilder]

That bump on your right sleeve says otherwise, brat.

[impetuous]

[ He starts. ]

How did you know?

[ He takes the knife out and drops it with its companions. ]

[wilder]

My eyes are the best~!

[the best way to hide superpowers is to gloat the hell out of them, clearly. He gets up and sits at the table]

Any others? And remember - dwarven vow number....uh thirteen - "lying is the first step to being a loser".

[....he may have slaughtered that proverb. oh well]

[impetuous]

[ Yes, there is another. He would hand over his clothes before giving that one away. ]

You just made that up!

[wilder]

Not at all! My bud has a huge list of proverbs to live by...there's over a hundred so it's hard to remember all the numbers. [Especially when he doesn't pay attention half the time]

[impetuous]

You're weird.

[wilder]

You just realized that now?

[impetuous]

I'm saying it now. [ Duh. ]

[wilder]

And this is why you're a brat.

[he looks at the weapons casually]

But at least you have taste in weaponry, so that counts for something.

[impetuous]

I have a name. [ Zelos, you're the stupid one if he has to remind you so much. He glances at the weapons and shrugs, adding as if in afterthought. ] They're not bad. Wish I had a sword.

[wilder]

I know that, Gwaine was it?

Do you even know how to use one of those? You're kinda a shrimp.

[impetuous]

[ All signs of annoyance at Zelos evaporate with the self-assured smirk. ]

I'm good. I bet I could take you on.

[wilder]

[He laughs]

Is that right, brat?

[impetuous]

Yes. I once killed a man.

[wilder]

[He snorts and pulls out his short sword, spinning it before he holds out the handle to Gwaine.]

Show me what you got then.

[impetuous]

[ He takes it. One of the benefits of being born into a noble family, regardless of wealth or lack thereof, the son is expected and taught to fight. For someone who looks so young, he handles the blade well. He would not win a fight against a more experienced sword-fighter, but he could hold his own. He plays with it a bit until he gets used to the weight then swings at an invisible opponent. ]

Yeah, this thug snuck into our house. [ He narrates the story while demonstrating with the sword. ] He had my mother on the floor. I ran into my parent's room and took my father's sword and stabbed him like this. [ He makes a thrusting motion. ]

[wilder]

[He leans back in the chair, crossing his arms as he observes. The kid is good, he'll give him that- he's definitely had some sort of training]

Smart call.

And where did you learn to hold a sword? [He's not gonna assume father, cause hahaha...dad sure never taught him shit]

[impetuous]

[ He shrugs as he continues play-fighting. ]

Around.

[wilder]

[He lets out a "ha"]

Around, huh?

Your moves are kinda textbook for that.

[impetuous]

[ He stops, the blade tip dipping down. ]

Textbook?

[ Is that an insult? Does he need to take the sword to its owner's head? ]

[wilder]

It means it looks like you've had a teacher. Not self-taught.

[impetuous]

Oh. [ Okay, not insulting. He returns to his exercises. ] I've had a couple. Mostly it was just my sister and me. Father taught her the basics and she taught me.

[wilder]

[he snorts] Sisters do have that annoying habit of picking up that stuff.

[And entering into tournaments just to challenge you to duels sigh; he keeps watching]

Stop treating them as separate swings.

[impetuous]

Huh?

[ He glances over to Zelos before concentrating on the sword again. He repeats the previous move, this time correcting for Zelos' suggestion. ]