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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.

Comments

[buildingreality]

She nodded a little, inspecting her bow briefly, studying the form of the thing. "Are you having any luck with it? The sponsors can be difficult to deal with sometimes."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda shook her head.

"I am not well enough known yet it seems." The witch sighed. "I can not gain access to some of the best known sponsors or the ones with the most influence. It's been...difficult."

[buildingreality]

"Have you talked to your mentors about it? That's supposed to be their job, I think," Ariadne pointed out, tipping her head to Glinda.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda shook her head. "She was turned into an Avoxe."

[buildingreality]

She pursed her mouth into a tight line, brows furrowing into a much more obvious frown than before. "Which District are you?"

[itwasrhetorical]

"District nine. Miss Sheppard, she..." Glinda paused, sorrowfully looking at the floor. "I never got to meet her properly before."

[buildingreality]

Ariadne nodded firmly, the gesture a little jerky. She knew Shepard. She knew her well, in fact; one of the first friends she'd made in this place, though she wasn't sure the epithet was quite accurate enough. Alliances, perhaps.

"She's a good woman."