[Gonna backdate this so it doesn't buck up against the event--
Which means Chiron will be in a good enough mood to greet Clementine in his usual mellow way, though given the memory bubbles floating about--
It's no surprise that one gets underhoof as he approaches her, and he winces slightly when he hears it pop.
But he's lucky -- the scenery changes into something warm and familiar, and Chiron feels the perspective shift
Until you are standing in a large meadow of grass, a student of six years in front of you. His hair is a vibrate green and his manner cocky, a spear in his hand as he waits impatiently for instructions, practically dancing on his toes.
“Achilles”, you say, amused. “Are you sure you are prepared?”
“Yes, Master!” His expression lights up with boyish delight but his grip tightens on the spear all the same, and your lips quirk into a smile.
“Very well. Begin.”
And with that, the student drives himself forward, the spear pointed at your throat while you stand patiently. It's a move that would kill a lesser opponent in an instant, but here it is parried with a slight flick of your wrist, and the other hand rockets out to force the child back a couple of paces. Though he’s stunned by the hit, he recovers quickly and attempts to aim for one of your legs next – an obvious move, but not a foolish one, even if you step back and punch downward and catch the child by the forehead.
This time the blow sticks, and the spear drops to the ground, the child panting, a look of pain and remorse in his eyes. You did not hit his heel, so he'll be fine, but watching as he pouts himself into silence, well...
You just smile and settle down in front of him, ruffling his hair.
“It is alright, Achilles, you have improved.”
“—But I didn’t even hit you, Master..."
“Yes,” you agree. “And likely you won’t for a few more years. But I stepped back, did I not? Is that not progress?”
He doesn’t look particularly impressed by this logic and sighs instead, like he had wished to launch all two tons of you into the sky. Now holding a hand to his aching forehead, his bottom lip quivers. You chuckle and offer him one more hair ruffle before lifting yourself back on your legs.
“Come. As a reward, we will go hunting later. In the dark, no less. Will that suffice?”
Almost immediately he has jumped right back on his feet with both arms lifted in delight, and gives you no chance to prepare yourself as he scrambles up your back. “Yes, Master!!”
"... Achilles. Really. At least pick up your spear, too."
"-- Ah. Oops."]
... Well. [A pause, as the scene ends] I am glad you have now had a chance to meet my student.
[ clementine smiles, because - that wasn't someone's trauma being dragged up for her! it was cute, and familiar in that she's certainly had similar conversations with aj. ]
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W4 || Tuesday
Which means Chiron will be in a good enough mood to greet Clementine in his usual mellow way, though given the memory bubbles floating about--
It's no surprise that one gets underhoof as he approaches her, and he winces slightly when he hears it pop.
But he's lucky -- the scenery changes into something warm and familiar, and Chiron feels the perspective shift
Until you are standing in a large meadow of grass, a student of six years in front of you. His hair is a vibrate green and his manner cocky, a spear in his hand as he waits impatiently for instructions, practically dancing on his toes.
“Achilles”, you say, amused. “Are you sure you are prepared?”
“Yes, Master!” His expression lights up with boyish delight but his grip tightens on the spear all the same, and your lips quirk into a smile.
“Very well. Begin.”
And with that, the student drives himself forward, the spear pointed at your throat while you stand patiently. It's a move that would kill a lesser opponent in an instant, but here it is parried with a slight flick of your wrist, and the other hand rockets out to force the child back a couple of paces. Though he’s stunned by the hit, he recovers quickly and attempts to aim for one of your legs next – an obvious move, but not a foolish one, even if you step back and punch downward and catch the child by the forehead.
This time the blow sticks, and the spear drops to the ground, the child panting, a look of pain and remorse in his eyes. You did not hit his heel, so he'll be fine, but watching as he pouts himself into silence, well...
You just smile and settle down in front of him, ruffling his hair.
“It is alright, Achilles, you have improved.”
“—But I didn’t even hit you, Master..."
“Yes,” you agree. “And likely you won’t for a few more years. But I stepped back, did I not? Is that not progress?”
He doesn’t look particularly impressed by this logic and sighs instead, like he had wished to launch all two tons of you into the sky. Now holding a hand to his aching forehead, his bottom lip quivers. You chuckle and offer him one more hair ruffle before lifting yourself back on your legs.
“Come. As a reward, we will go hunting later. In the dark, no less. Will that suffice?”
Almost immediately he has jumped right back on his feet with both arms lifted in delight, and gives you no chance to prepare yourself as he scrambles up your back. “Yes, Master!!”
"... Achilles. Really. At least pick up your spear, too."
"-- Ah. Oops."]
... Well. [A pause, as the scene ends] I am glad you have now had a chance to meet my student.
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It's been rare to see a nice memory.
... He was cute.
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Wasn't he?
[Said with some fatherly pride]
He could have charmed all of Greece if he had wanted to at that age. It's for the best I trained him in private.
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AJ's not half as charming to other people. [ only to clem,,, ] He's got a bad habit of biting.
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He does not enjoy the company of others, I presume?
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He's a good kid - people like him when they get to know him. He's just got some, uh, good reflexes.
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