Practice Chat

Will

Even we had limits with practice, we did not kill family unless they were traitors and had abandoned the Cause. I grab my dagger and quickly move away from her. If she tries again, at least I can defend myself and not go empty handed.

I wasn't happy about Damian saving me, I could save myself.....okay....maybe I couldn't have gotten out of that one....but still....I was perfectly capable. I wasn't some damsel in distress.

"........Thanks......." I say, only slightly grudgingly.

Cheshire
I only shrug, tilting my head. "Habits die hard, I'm sure you understand..." I taunt the little bird, sheathing the blade again. He only glances at the other boy at his thanks, jaw clenched and arms tightening around each other. There was a frustrated look to his tenseness. He didn't want to show how much I bothered him, didn't want his past getting out.
"Leave."
I only laugh more. "Little Robin, you're mistaken. Think you still hold authority over me?" I cross my arms right back at him, taking off my mask just to show the amusement on my face. "Shall I say hello to Mommy for you?" The scene disappears, I go to walk out anyway. No smoke and mirrors needed; I would see every emotions across his face if I could.

Will

I glance between the two, watching Chesire leave before sheathing my dagger.

Yes, maybe I trusted Damian...a little. He saved my neck and I'd talked to him before without any problems...so I let my guard down a little.

"....You alright...?" I ask, once she's left. My lips turned down in a slight frown.

I wasn't concerned. Nope. Not at all. I could care less.

Damian

"That's a pretty fucked up thing to ask after you pitifully attempted to kill me last fight," I snap at him. Alright. I was alright... The hell did he care for? No one cared about my thoughts, and I wasn't about to spew them to William Cox of all people. I couldn't seem to untense, or even look at him. I just stood there ridged, glaring at the floor.

"Your fighting is getting obvious again. And your author is skimping on the details, possibly contributing to your blatant movements." Focus. Off me. Now.

Will

"...It was wrong to try to kill you," I say through gritted teeth. Fine. I could be the bigger person.

GH

"okay...skimping on details," I say, jotting down a little note to myself. "Thanks Damian. Anything else I should know, BW?"

Damian
"Glad you realize that now," I say. "Is that a sudden addition of common sense, or were you wrong just because you couldn't beat me and regret the little show of weakness?" The hell was with his sudden conscious? Just...stop caring... I didn't know what to do, but I knew how to handle 'eff you' better than 'what's wrong'. Just hate me, everyone else did.

BW
Only that this is fantasy. You have magic and a cult family of assassins...what's wrong with possible form fitting or inconspicuous armour? The castle is always going to have its walls to fall back on for protection in a siege, not its manpower or weaponry since both are undependable and can waste away quickly. Just a possibility to think about.

Will

"Because you told me to try. Maybe I'm trying to be different from my family. Maybe I'm....I'm trying to care, alright?!" I snap, glaring down at him.

Gh

"Good point, BW. Such a thing does exist in the real world. Google is an amazing tool," I grin. "As for Will and Damian....shall we let them continue with their little argument and see where it leads...?" I ask, watching them curiously..

Damian
"Care for what?" I yell at him, turning sharply to...to...walk out? Escape. Your back should never face the enemy. We do not run away from battles. There is one winner and one loser, and it is determined by who is left living. There wasn't a 'we' anymore!

Will

"For you, for not freaking try to hurt everyone....or cut people off!" I shout back at him. "Maybe I'm TRYING!! Alright?!"

Damian
I scoff, keeping on walking away because...I didn't know what else to do. But I wasn't about to just come clean and shout every thought and insecurity at him like he was doing to me. What the fuck did he want me to do about it? I had my own issues, and I didn't need his to add atop my already large pile of impossible tasks. What was there for me to say?

Will

"halte," I say, glaring at him as he falls to the ground. I had been a victim to the spell a few times, it tenses up the muscles prohibiting movement but he will be able to talk. I walk over and crouch by him, "Don't tell me you aren't trying to."

Damian
...
Fucking hate magic. Which is why I didn't deal with any of the League's sorcerers. Annoying asses who think magic gives them the right to claim superiority over another...
I stop listening to him, instead giving a good string of curses muttered under my breath. Magic is a cheat. A damn excuse not to fight. A skill anyone could have, and so it was not unique or difficult. It hurt, but it wasn't like I hadn't faced greater pains. "What do you want me to do about it?!" I finally snap at him after his little point out of hypocriticism.

Will

"Patience isn't something most have with us, is it? They don't take the time to get close to us, they have to work at it. You and I aren't so different....I'm trying to be patient with you....and I'm trying to be patient with me."

Damian
Trying to be patient...Goodfucking....Whatthehellwasthis? "...And that gives you the right to freeze me because..." I grumble at him, glaring. I'm ten, damn it! I never get anyone's attempted sage-talk at me!

Will

"Cause I didn't want you leaving," I answer flatly. Idiot. Why else?

He promised he'd help me, I'm not having him give up on me.

Screw patience. If he walks away again, I'm setting fire to him.

Damian
"What? Father have you suddenly imprisoning the living too now?" Let me go. Let me up. Goddamnit! "I agreed to train you. That's it. Whatever the hell you want from me with this gushing crap isn't going to happen," I snap. What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?!

Will

One. Don't bring my father into this.

Two. Don't order me around outside of training.

Three. He's getting on my FREAKING NERVES!

I grab him by the shirt collar, holding him up so he faces me. "I already do," I snap at him, "What gushing crap? Do you realize you know more about me than most do? Maybe I wanted a friend that's all. Fine. Forget it. I don't need you, I shouldn't have even bothered trying."

I drop him, getting up and glaring at him. I consider walking away and leaving him like that but I don't. Not yet.

Damian
Friend? Excuse me? "...I am a detective," I point out to him mumbled. I look away from his glare wondering when I might be allowed to move again. Sighing, I grit my teeth, but make sure my expression, composure, and voice stays rock solid. Tch. I give a single humorless laugh. "...You say that, but you do need me. For skills. For how to leave an impossible league without dying. For someone to relate to, and have someone relate to you. ...Well I'm not the greatest choice if you want to sob story me like a freaking soap opera. I hate this sappy crap; shut up and get serious again. I don't know what the hell to do..." My voice steadily drops tone to a murmured out blob, but I try to keep it steady. Didn't like admitting faults. I wasn't supposed to have any, and my family hated me for them already. Hated weaknesses, and maybe I just saw this as a giant kink in the armour or something to exploit. Wasn't supposed to get close, in my mind, a thing that needed to still get whipped out for something...normal... I didn't know 'normal'. "...Let me go. Now. ...Cox."

Will

Cox. He added that. It was the nicer of the various nicknames he liked to call me. Maybe he was trying....though still didn't mean I didn't want to still set fire to him.

"Lassen sie," I say, releasing him from the spell. I hesitate, offering my hand to help him to his feet.

Damian
I move to just sit until he offers his hand, and I just stare at him. Tch. Bothersome...I backhand it away, but allow a little smirk. "Don't press your luck," I murmur. The expression feels like a grimace. I do not admit fault. I do not claim to have weakness. I do not ever feel like this. And I don't show it if I do. Yet I look away, eyebrows furrowed, grimacing. If Mother could see me now...

Will

"Just trying to return the favor," I mutter, looking away as well. I glance back at him, kicking the bottom of one of his green boots. "Get up, we've got more work to do," I mutter, pulling my dagger back out again. "Any more suggestions? Should we continue with weapons or move on?"

Damian
"I'm not supposed to use knives," I state bluntly, moving my foot in with a slight scowling undertone to this grimace. Fine, getting up. Happy? I get my expression in order, finally, getting back to a dull glare.

Will

"Then what do you suggest, what should I work on?" I ask, looking down at him. "No smart comments, I mean fighting wise."

Damian
"Remember my first advice," I mutter under my breath, pulling my hood up and turning again to go but after a moment's pause glance back and give a quick head nod towards the door as signal to follow. Stupid. See how normal people don't just freeze people's muscles? "The two things you need in your head when you enter a conflict."

Will

I give a slight nod, following him curiously. I pocket my dagger as I do so. We were leaving the practice room...why...?

"Where are we going?" I ask, closing the door behind me.