We are all strangers in a strange land [Open]

[calledmenasir]

WHO| Nasir and others
WHAT| Nasir decides the best way to cope with being brought to Panem is to try and hit people a lot spar.
WHEN| The same day as Nasir's arrival, lasting for most of the day.
WHERE| Training Center
WARNINGS| Violence, probably some cursing

Nasir knew he should get his bearings and explore the new city he found himself in but it was overwhelming. There was simply too much to process. Everything was unfamiliar from the clothes to the people to his own room. While it was more comfortable than the tent he’d lived in for months, he missed the tent all the same. As he missed many things, not the least of which his friends and lover. Even if he returned he didn’t know if he would find them: if Laeta and Sibyl had convinced Agron to move on beyond the grasp of Rome without Nasir or if he stubbornly remained waiting for him, at risk of his life.

Nasir's anger at being torn away-- enslaved again-- brought him to the training center. The journey there had been interesting to say the least and he did not care for that elevator room. But as soon as his hand grasped a spear he felt more at ease. Now if only he had something other than a target, someone who could give him a proper challenge.

Looking around, he spotted a figure and quickly approached them.

“I would spar with you, if you are of desire.” Nasir himself did not appear to be impressive. Short and lithe, he went shirtless and wore a necklace of what, on closer inspection, were three phalluses. But he had a determination in his eyes and he handled his spear with surety.

Comments

[silberfuchs]

"There's areas down here set up to practice camouflage and other wilderness survival techniques, but there's a limit to what can be done in a simulated environment." He waves a hand vaguely at the copse of trees along one wall and the paints and things spread out on a table nearby. "Still, it's better than nothing."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir guessed that was more than he could ask for but it wasn't much use to him at all. He'd already avoided Roman legionnaires in the woods (though not entirely successful, as his scar attested) and had served as a scout on mrore than one occasion. Practice here would not help him.

"I suppose it is. Gratitude, Albert, for the fight and your words. If you wish I can show you how to better handle spear."

[silberfuchs]

"I would like that, thank you." But for now, he's tired. He's spent the better part of the day training as it is and he doesn't want to overwork himself. If they were pulled into an arena unexpectedly the next day, the last thing he'd want would be for his weariness to put him at a disadvantage.

"Another time though, I think. I should rest awhile so I can start a lesson fresh."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir nodded. "I will be here often." When exactly he couldn't say as so much of this building and the city itself was unfamiliar to him, but he knew that he needed to practice-- and vent his anger.

"Whenever you are ready."

[silberfuchs]

"I will let you know. It's been enlightening, Nasir. Take care." He smiles amiably and inclines his head before heading to go, tossing a small towel from a hook near the door over his neck as he does. He can tell Nasir will be stiff competition in an arena if the warrior decides to take arms against Albert, but the German isn't in this to win, not on as small a scale as single arenas. No, he aims to find a way around the entire system and to have Nasir on that side, someone who's obviously seen battle and doesn't flinch, would be valuable.

He just wishes he knew if he could trust him. He'll have to find out the next time they meet.