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We are all strangers in a strange land [Open]
WHO| Nasir and others
WHAT| Nasir decides the best way to cope with being brought to Panem is totry 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.
WHAT| Nasir decides the best way to cope with being brought to Panem is to
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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If he succeeded, he would bring his spear down to point it at Enjolras's throat, but several inches away from it. If he didn't, there was always another opportunity for attack.
In either case, he did not feel like responding.
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"I yield."
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But quickly Nasir withdrew his spear and stepped back.
"Are you injured?" He didn't know whether or not the curse was from defeat or hurt.
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He found his feet again, dusting off the knees of his sweatpants as if there was anything on the practice mat to merit such an action. "You fight well. I told you that I would not be a match for you, monsieur."
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"Gratitude. You withstood longer than many others I have fought." As one of the principal trainers of new recruits, that wasn't saying much. However Enjolras had fared better than some of the Roman legionnaires.
"If you had not broken words you may yet have lasted longer."
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Enjolras drew himself up again, realizing the hypocrisy in that assertion. They were, after all, in a training center, and he was, after all, a mentor of a game predicated on violence. He frowned, searching for the words to clarify that claim. "Which is not to make the option unavailable entirely. Simply to say that I would prefer if it were unnecessary."
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"A rare thing to hear voiced. Countless times violence has proved to be the only recourse and serves as repayment for wrongs inflicted upon the undeserving. Little can be accomplished with words when gazing into the eyes of those who would see you as inferior." He did not bother softening his words, even if he was being watched. He could have said worse.
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He looked over Nasir appraisingly, not so subtly attempting to suss out the man's opinions on the subject from his body language. He hadn't been outright critical, but such a position probably wasn't common to someone who had been enslaved by Rome all the same. "We do not have to be the animals our oppressors would like to cast us as. Violence is a means to an end, but one which we must be careful to control. It taints everything, devaluing even the best of intentions."
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"And if my intentions are to take the lives of all who would oppress us? Would you brand me animal then for fighting for a cause and freeing slaves from shackle?"
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Nasir's assessment of this man had already been decided. He was weak, in his heart and with the sword.
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"I would have lived beyond the alps, tilling land, herding a flock, or hunting. I would have lived with the one who holds my heart." He thought that would be his future, as he had traveled in his tent. For the first time he could envision the days to come, those without blood.
Nasir's gaze hardened and jaw tightened. "The Fates have not deemed that I should live so."
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"And what now? You have been denied the life you would choose, but you have not been denied any life at all." His eyes hardened. To have a mind for revenge was unconscionable, but to see the necessity in progress, to have it presented so empirically, and not to act? That was irresponsibility taken to a new level.
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Although he had no way of knowing if he could even find him once he did return.
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"I have heard them. I did not find them to be particularly satisfactory. You want revenge, and you have no mind for what will happen to either you, or the rest of the people here once you have attained your goal. What I want, monsieur, is a new world. And I want that new world to come not tainted by bloodshed, even if it must be won through it."
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Nasir walked back to set his spear away.