PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

[ minerva unfolds her wings and crawls forward, listening to the tale of her. honestly, she probably doesn't understand a word of this. but owain is posing and her name is being repeated so she seems appeased! at the end, she breathes fire into the air happily

gerome claps. ] An envious talent, Owain. You truly are gifted with your tongue.

[swordhandled]

I still need to dance, don't I?

[maskarang]

You do.

[swordhandled]

Hmm, I suppose I've watched Inigo practice enough that I can come up with my own.

[ time for some INTERPRETIVE DANCE ]

[maskarang]

[ ok but is it good or not ]

[swordhandled]

[ nope ]

[maskarang]

[ then he's gonna stand up and put his hands on owain's arms. and.

slide his fingers down until he's holding both owain's hands. ] No. [ a soft, heartfelt plea. ]

[swordhandled]

--Not good?

[maskarang]

Your rhythm is off and your balance uneven. Worse, your movements are too stiff, you must be more fluid. Like water. [ he's actually just comparing to inigo and that's tough to top. ]

[swordhandled]

I can be fluid!!

[maskarang]

It's true. In battle, your movements are elegant, almost hypnotic. You glide from foe to foe as if part of a dance.

[ letting go and sitting back down!! ] Try again! And be serious, I won't accept you showing Minerva anything so unsightly.

[swordhandled]

Very well then.

[ decides to copy inigo less and move as though he's fighting, but without the sword ]

[maskarang]

[ it's endearing how much owain is trying. he was, uh, too harsh, but he...

... doesn't really have an excuse. he enjoys watching a dance as much as minerva does. if not more so. ] Better.

[swordhandled]

A combative dance suits me better than one meant to raise morale!

[maskarang]

Naturally. This is what you've trained for, and the art of dancing is what Inigo's trained for. I'm afraid neither of us could ever hope to match his movements.

[swordhandled]

--Would you dance with me, however?

[maskarang]

What?

[swordhandled]

If I asked you dance with me, would you?

[maskarang]

No. [ ... ] When?

[swordhandled]

Now.

[ a beat ] At our wedding?

[maskarang]

[ shelving the "now" to focus on the wedding. ] Gods, no. I'm no dancer, Owain. Do I look like I have Inigo's lithe, supple body?

[swordhandled]

[ taking this moment to look over gerome's entire body ] No, yours is better.

[maskarang]

[ looking down, looking up ] You've never seen Inigo dance.

[swordhandled]

Perhaps not officially.

[maskarang]

And you never will. He has the skill, but not the confidence. [ enough about inigo though. getting up and walking over to owain again. grabbing both owain's hands and putting one on his hip. the other.........

he stares at and then puts on his other hip. that's where that goes, right? ]