leibnitz (leibnitz) wrote in childofeden_rp, @ 2013-11-15 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: carrick, character: liam mctavish (dropped), location: carrick estate, thread: complete, |week: 04, ~date: 07/july 30 |
Who: Carrick and Liam
Where: Carrick's estate
When: week 4, tuesday evening after dusk
Why: Liam needs some sword training
Warning: Violence, TBA
The slave was sitting leaned up against the door to the armory, dummies already out on the court yard. There was a bottle of vervain oil by his side, and he was carefully coating his falchion with it, using a piece of cloth.
It was evening and the sun had just gone down; His master should show up any moment now. Liam wasn't really looking forward to this training, mostly wanting to stay out of his master's way. His master had given Liam the key to a locked compartment inside of the armory in which the vervain oil was being stored, and ordered him to be done applying it on his weapon by the time the sun went down. Liam understood why. Both were exercising with real weapons; Should he get a hit by the other man's sword, it would be painful and maybe even dangerous to his health. He assumed that Lord Carrick wanted both to train and spar on even grounds.
But Liam knew it would hardly ever be the case. After having been to the restaurant, the slave couldn't forget the moment, in which he thought Zoro and his master would be at each other's throats at any moment. He had of course been scared, having been in the middle of it, but what bothered him most, was knowing what little chance he had in a fight against either of these two. At first the thought only irked him, but he became more and more frustrated over the time. Then of course there had been that event after he and his master came back to the restaurant the other day. He had called the slave pathetic, and made him understand, that he was disappointed in him. Liam tried not to think about his master's words, since they mostly made his belly tighten up to a knot. At least he was still regarded useful enough to be allowed to work in this estate. Even though he had enjoyed his master's attention and approval, he figured he could deal with that. He still was alive after all, had a safe place to sleep and warm food in his belly whenever he wanted to. He focused on his work, his exercises, wearing himself out, until he could fall asleep without having to think too much.