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WHO: Glinda and OPEN
WHAT: Last minute training to try to teach herself some survival skills.
WHERE: Training level
WHEN: Today. Morning through to night.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Feel free to encounter her anywhere around the stations, just let me know.

Glinda had no intentions of leaving the training room without a literal fight. And seeing as real fighting wasn't particularly permitted it seemed that nobody was going to force her.

She'd had a nice enough time in the Capitol so far but the looming doom of another Arena - apparently the cruel things were frequent - left her feeling anxious and terrified. Enough so that she was waking with a start at night in cold sweats. She couldn't put it off any longer. If her magic wasn't going to be forthcoming despite her frequent attempts to schmooze the best of the Capitol's elite then she would jut have to learn how to defend herself with her own two hands.

Glinda made careful note to visit as many stations and get experience handling as many weapons as possible although the longstaff was most definitely her favourite weapon. It was the only one that she knew how to hold and twirl with ease.

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The witch had been unaware of her audience and turned en pointe to blink at him before looking down at her feet. A flush of embarrassment came over her when she realised he must have been watching her then. He must have thought her ridiculous. "Oh. I hadn't realised." She frowned down at her stance. She had tripped last time and that had been her downfall. Perhaps she needed to get quicker on her feet.

"I'm still not used to--" She gestured at jabbing at someone with her staff. "Help would be apprecified."

Chris couldn't help but laugh a little. It wasn't often he could get the drop on anyone. He held out his hands though to show he wasn't going to be a threat.

"I kind of figured. Here, you hold it this way and you have better control." He moved closer to show her. "That is if you don't mind me touching you. Ah promise I'll behave." He flashed her a smile hoping to put her at ease a little more.

The Emerald City guard had taught her bits and pieces and she'd often spent long nights twirling her staff when waiting for the Wizard to finish his speeches so she could appear and smile and wave like she was supposed to. But it wouldn't hurt to be helped a little more.

Glinda amended her grip. "That's fine. I promise not to hit you." Not unless he got a little too friendly. Somehow she doubted that though.

Chris nodded. "Well shouldn't promise that, I'm going to ask you to in an a moment. But only so you can practice."

Once he had her hands on the staff right he stepped back. "You should have better control that way." He drew the two batons he had. Now with foot work, you want to make sure the staff goes further than your foot, harder for someone to get in and knock you down."

The blonde witch frowned and looked down at her feet.

"So I should keep my feet together?" She questioned. It had never been such a big issue in Oz, all this keeping herself safe.

"Keep them about a foot apart, and stay on the balls of your feet, helps keep you moving. And keeps your feet in the protection of that staff."

Glinda nodded, stepping apart so that her feet where as he directed and onto the balls of her feet, bringing herself a bare inch taller. It didn't feel quite proper. "I can see that." She commented, getting a feel for her area of protection by giving the staff a small swing.

"It helps so you stay in motion, makes it a little faster if you decide to run instead"

"I am quite speedful when I do run. Despite it's ladilicatious manner." She sighed, letting go of her staff for a moment to brush her curls back from her face.

Chris nodded at that. "Good, would hate to know a beautiful lady like yourself is a sitting duck in this He... Prison." Hey he wasn't going to curse in front of her. And it really did feel like a prison to him since it wasn't home and he was there against his will.

"It's as bad as the Southstairs." Glinda quietly agreed. She had visited the Southstairs prison but once and never had wished to go back. It was the place for the real criminals. Ones who had committed morally reprehensible crimes, not merely law breakers. The blonde shivered slightly from the memory. Apparently Goodliness had no impact on the behaviours of criminals.

"You have someone watching your back in there?" He was curious because really if he saw she needed it he'd help her. So what it went against the rules of the damn arena. He wasn't going to make it easy for the fat asses in the capitol to get their kicks off watching good people die.

"Only me, myself and I." Glinda honestly answered. That and, if she had done it right, a host full of sponsors who would permit her the use of her magic back. "It's quite what I'm used to."

"If I see you need some help I'll try." He meant it too. "Would hate to stand by and not do anything." He's still mot sure he would be able to take out anyone else unless it was self defense.

Glinda's head snapped up as she looked at him, clearly shocked at the offer. "I can only hope that I could reciprocate in the same manner. If my magic comes back I should be able to help." She added with a little frown.

Wait..

"You use magic?" Hey he's seen zombies so he figures why can't magic exist.

"I am a sorceress." Glinda nodded demurely. "In my land I am it's ruler and known as the Good Witch of the North. I am the most powerful witch in out land now that the Wicked Witch is dead."

Mentioning good witch and bad witch had him run his hand through his hair. "Like Oz, only a little different." Hey he had read it to Claire when she was a kid. Both of them bunked out on the floor of his room during a bad storm when he was in junior high, she had begged him to read to her so he had.

"Where I'm from magic's usually just in little kid stories."

"Oz is where I am from." She smiled happily, glad to have the affirmation that somebody else had heard of her home nation. "I am Glinda the Good, the leader of Oz."

"Okay see that's actually cool." He means it too, because the stories were actually entertaining for both him and Claire.

"Still must suck being away from home with that much responsibility." Chris is still worried about Jill and Barry. The place was crawling with monsters before he left.

Glinda gave a solemn nod. "I can not help but worrificate myself of the fate of the people of Oz." She loved her people so dearly. To be seperated from them was physically painful. "If we are but fortunate then the Lady Ozma may return to rule in my absence."

"Maybe we'll be lucky enough to find a way home. Or they send us back exactly when we left." Hey he read enough scifi to know that might be possible. "Until then we just have to survive right?"

Easy enough for him, Chris is too stubborn to die.

"It is not that I do not trust my parliment but I do not like the idea of being made to leave them to rule for so long. Politicians can be so horrifyingly selfservicating sometimes." Glinda sighed, shoulders slumping ever so slightly.

"Yeah, putting people in danger just for their own desires..." He thought about Irons back home and how the chief of police deserved a bullet between the eyes for keeping his team out of things as long as he did. Just because he hadn't wanted to cause a panic.

"But the ones that care about others make working for the bad ones worth it."

"Yes." Glinda smiled fondly in remembrance of the few politicians she could stand to be around for very long. "My fiancé was a prince before he was killed by the Witch, he was a person that cared deeply about our people." A lie, but a well crafted one.

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