#͙͘͡★ rel. yunae

[swashbucklcr]

@unfortunatedarling | continued from here

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ They couldn't tell if he was being obtuse on purpose or not. Maybe the term 'swashbuckler' was more of a local term to them, but to Yunae, it was a specific type of roguish adventurer that honed a unique fighting style with a blade, usually a rapier or a cutlass.

"I mean like-- what I mean is... ugh, never mind." The bard scoffed, "I was just trying to say you have an interesting fighting style that's reminiscent to a sailor that's had to fight on a rocking boat, that's all." They seemed a little peeved that he was more focused on the definition than what they were actually trying to make a conversation of. To them, it felt like he was shutting the conversation down than adding to it.

"Oh…" A pause as he momentarily reflected, was he being overly defensive? It was reflex, show none of that softness or people will poke there with their swords. Yet, in that moment perhaps it wasn't necessary, and Finn's whole demeanour eased.

"Well, yeh. I learned how to fight on a boat, gotta get your balance right cause if you fall you're being fucked with a sword. And depending on the fucker you're fighting, you might actually be fuck with one. So… How about you? Where’d you learn to fight?"

[swashbucklcr]

"You know, my dad was a Swashbucklwr back in his day... wonder what became of him."

@unfortunatedarling

"A swashbuckler? The fuck you talking about Yunae?" Finn racked his brain, wondering what in the Hells they were talking about. Brows furrowed, not sure if it was meant as a compliment or an insult, he braced for the latter.

Of course, Finn was aware of the term, in the romantic sense at least. A dashing, flamboyant hero who swooped in to save the day. A person who started their life as a brigand and morphed the trajectory of their life into one of heroism.

A notion that he didn't want to put too much thought into. Nor would he confess to reading such tales.

"Are you saying a pirate, a bandit, or what?"

[swashbucklcr]

"Here, you fought with your landlord and didn’t kill him? That's some restraint right there. You know how many would take the chance to gut 'em?" Finn said, giving them a nudge and a knowing grin before unsheathing his sword.

"Alright, I ain’t no landlord. Don’t own any land myself, but that doesn’t mean I can’t teach you how to fight. You’ve got to get that balance just right if you want a decent chance at besting your enemy. Remember, real strength ain’t just in the arms. It's in your stomach, back, and legs—just a bit. But again," he motioned with a swift leg swipe, aiming to trip them.

[athletics + modifier: 23]

"It’s about balance," he said, steadying himself after the move.

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒ Yunae couldn't fathom what possible kind of insult Finn had gotten out of their question, but they were glad that he seemed to be less of a dick about it after clarification.

At the question of learning where to fight, they threw their head back with a single 'hah!'

"I'm far more of a runner than a fighter," the bard responded, "*you* guys are just pressuring me into it." That didn't really answer his question; now who was being obtuse?

"I want to say the Bard's College, since that's where I learned to cast spells, and they did give training in simple weapons-- They *do* call us 'jacks of all trades' for a reason, after all. But really, I don't remember too much time there, whole thing is a bit of a blur."

"My more recent training comes from my landlord, a paladin named Donovan Silvershield."