Rafe used to be a scalleywag (redensign) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-01-10 22:35:00 |
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Rafe arrived early to the set meeting time for him and James to have a bit of sparring. The two foils rested on a table and Rafe wore the fencing uniform typical for the sport. The mask sat nearby and he had yet to pick it up. There was motive in inviting James to a bit of a sparring match, and part of it was to see how much James had learned but also to have a one-on-one conversation where he could maybe pick up on some body language. Everyone had a tell and he would have to dance around the subjects that he wanted to discuss carefully. It'd been some time since he had someone to fence with. Morleo, his sire, wasn't much of a fencer, but thankfully another part of the crew had picked up the sport as a way to pass the time. When they traveled to look for that elusive cure, a bit of friendly sparring made the long hours of travel easier to hand. Rafe's tall figure would intimidate most people but in fencing, height and strength were not quite as useful as one would think. Thankfully vampiric reflexes aided him. He didn't hear James enter as much as smell him. His eyes lifting up to see the fangling enter and a polite smile appeared on Rafe's face, "Good to see you, James. Take your time getting ready. I thought we'd use foils since you said it was one you trained in." |