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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[orestes]

"And what then?" Nasir's sentiment was sadly familiar to him. In another life, Enjolras could have seen himself in the same position, of the same opinions. As they were, however, he held fast to his ideology, tone firm, but with no condescension. If they disagreed on the particular degree to which violence was required that was fine. At least they agreed that it was required at all. "What happens after your revenge is had and you have no one left to kill? Do you allow them to haunt you from beyond their graves by poisoning your future? I prefer to leave blood in the past."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir smiled but it turned grim suddenly.

"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."

[orestes]

Enjolras had never bothered to think beyond the revolution and, in retrospect, that had been a mistake. Personal ends put very much aside, there was also the matter of the rebuilding of society once any hypothetical revolution was completed. To up end the world, one had to be prepared to set it right again. Enjolras had simply trusted that task to Combeferre. That, it turned out, was profoundly irresponsible.

"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.

[calledmenasir]

Nasir gave him a menacing smile. He thought he'd made his intentions clear. "Did you not listen when I broke words?" One day he would see those who had taken him bleed. The only reason he had not acted was that he did not intend to throw his life away. He could not leave Agron alone forever.

Although he had no way of knowing if he could even find him once he did return.

[orestes]

Enjolras blinked impassively. The smaller man was powerful, but somehow he managed to be driven without having a true direction. He focused too much on immediate problems and immediate satisfactions.

"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."

[calledmenasir]

"I have a mind what will happen to me." He would discover how to return to his time. "I care more about piss and shit than what will happen to these people. If you wish to protect them, then do not trust me to hold the same concerns. If you make others bleed you will not so easily wash stain from hands. Remember that."

Nasir walked back to set his spear away.