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[itwasrhetorical]

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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[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko jumped slightly, startled. She'd allowed herself to become absorbed into the work, as though she was safely back home in her bedroom, Ichigo's jacket in her hands. She blinked and looked over at the woman, opening her mouth to reply to the greeting automatically before her eyes fell on her hands and the tangle of knots.

Her eyebrows and mouth both twitched in amusement, which colored her voice as she said, "Good afternoon."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda smiled with some difficulty. She always had been much too prideful for her own good.

"I don't supposeicate that you're good at this are you?" She questioned, holding up her mess of knots. "I could certainly use some assitifactions."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Her first instinct is to, politely, brush the woman off, but considering where she is it's never a good idea to anger a potential ally for no reason. And maybe there's a little of her discussion with Ariadne sinking in--it's not a terrible thing to help someone if it doesn't help you.

After a brief hesitation, she moved closer, holding a hand out for the tangle. "I am good with knots," she said, already trying to figure out just where the woman went wrong. "It's actually easier like this, I'm used to thread, not rope."