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.

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[gluteus]

He'd lived on vengeance, once. And he knew well that it had only been a shadow of a life, a mere whisper. Without more to live for than death, death was all everything became.

"I live only to see it so," He assured him heavily.

[calledmenasir]

"As do I." Nasir did not have many hopes but the ones he did have were so large he did not see how they could come to pass but he had little choice. He had to return to Agron and if he did not he would find a way to make this whole city fall.

"Maximus." He nodded. "Gratitude. You have lifted spirit." And, most importantly, reminded him why he could only allow himself to give into his anger so much.

totally didn't mean this to be a double entendre but

[gluteus]

He gave a short nod of his head.

"I am glad to hear it. Do you still require a sparring partner? I promise I am better with my sword than with my words."

[calledmenasir]

"You are a gladiator. I do not doubt you." Nasir raised his spear slightly. "Should I match you sword for sword or will you fight me as I am?"

Nasir fully expected to lose but that didn't mean he was going to back down from the challenge.

[gluteus]

He grabbed a sword that was closest to a gladius that he could manage, and tested the weight of it in his palm.

"Fight as you are," He decided, "Or how you think you will stand against me best. Then we can see what you are truly made of."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir stepped back as he settled into a more grounded position. He lifted his spear.

"May you not find me lacking." Nasir grinned in anticipation.