DC 129 | Encrypted to Specials

[lefey]

I don't think it's escaped anyone's notice that things are getting more violent of late, but we can't walk in groups all the time and I strongly suspect someone would notice if I carried around a sword, which is the only weapon I really know how to use.

So I've been thinking and wondering if anyone - who is not Steve because I doubt he'd hit me - would be willing to teach me some hand to hand?

I'm sure I'm not the only one who could use a little help in one department or the other, perhaps we could have some sparring sessions at HQ if people are interested? Basically, anything to aid in less of us getting shot or collapsing on live TV. Or being stabbed in some back corridor which I've gotten the impression a few of my friends think will happen to me because I walk alone at night.

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Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[lefey]

You're already giving me a knife. What more could a woman ever want?

[Weapons were more important than sufficient food, right?]

Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[im_ironman]

Why can't I do both?

Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[lefey]

I'm always telling Steve he would've made a fine knight, perhaps too good to be one even and now I'm wondering if you ought to be added to the list.

[Was there something in the water where they were from?]

Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[im_ironman]

That's very sweet of you, but you're giving me too much credit.

I agree with you, though. Steve would make a great knight.

Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[lefey]

It's only so sweet. You don't know the men back home.

[Or well, he had only a glimpse of a few of them.]

If nothing else I'd pay a good amount of coin to see him in full armour. It could be entertaining.

Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[im_ironman]

Well, I saw some of them. Were they all like that?

That'd definitely be quite the sight.

Encrypted ; Tony/Morgana

[lefey]

Like Uther?

[She paused a moment, trying to think if Tony had told her in full what he had seen of her life but then she shrugged. What did it matter?]

It depends. My father wasn't, but Uther let him die... Leon is a good man at heart, Sir Pellinore was. But their hearts don't matter so much when their hands still sin in the worst ways. All because they must follow the King. Even Arthur does so, and I know he knows it's wrong.

But then, back home, I am little more than well-humoured chattel. A pretty jewel for the crown to marry off at it's leisure. My thoughts on morality aren't welcome.