mindofathief: (woah there buddy)
Duster ([personal profile] mindofathief) wrote in [community profile] melodiesoflife2016-06-16 08:05 am

Lessons in fighting

Who: Duster, Open
What: Duster is giving out hand-to-hand combat training
Where: Aqures Ixen, Hero Training Facility
When: June 16
Warnings: None for now

[Duster wakes up surprisingly early this morning. The recent battles he went on and the news yesterday about the murders must have messed up his sleep cycle, and now he's waking up in the morning like a normal person. Huh. He finds that his shoulders are too tense and his mind unfocused to go out and earn money through battles, so today has to be a resting day. For a moment, he thinks of practicing the double bass all day, but a letter he forgot to clean off of his desk grabs his attention.

Ah. That's right. He promised Chrom to teach some lessons at the training center. Now that's something he can focus on instead.

Anyone arriving at the training center will find a handwritten sign by the entrance, words written neatly and spaced out like a poem:
]

Self Defense Classes
Learn martial arts from Duster
Taught here all day today.


[There's an extra syllable at the end, but no one on the Nowhere Islands can write a proper haiku.

Duster can be found in one corner of the grounds, kicking a leather dummy. Each of his strikes hits the target in a regular, focused fashion, as if Duster is making sure he keeps a steady beat.
]
21stcenturyguy: (What)

[personal profile] 21stcenturyguy 2016-07-01 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Aoi looks skyward and gives a slight snort when Duster claims he 'has everyone here'. He had a friend or two who'd been with him during that year they'd been hidden away from the Heroes of Light, but they'd all died or crystallized. Now he's got a couple people who are less annoying than most, but nobody close like Duster's saying. Except... He looks at Duster, and startles when he realizes he's closer now. Way closer.]

Umm, yeah, we should go out...[He swallows. That wasn't what he meant. He's in one of his usual sleeveless shirts, and Duster's hand is on his shoulder, scorching him where skin touches skin. Shit, does Duster even know about his goddamn musician's hands? Forget his kicks, he could use them as weapons.]

I mean, bar, yeah, fine. We should get back, right? We were practicing.
21stcenturyguy: (sigh)

[personal profile] 21stcenturyguy 2016-07-01 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, at least Duster is oblivious. Whatever his weird reaction is to the bassist, it's one-sided. It's better that way. Less complicated.]

Ok, cool. [Once the hand is finally off of him, he feels like he can breath again. He nods shakily, and turns quickly to head back to the training room. He'll take bone-wearying physical exertion over these weird encounters that keep sending his stomach flipping and face flushing. What's his problem, seriously?]

I'll probably need a drink after this.