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femmejosephine ([personal profile] femmejosephine) wrote2015-05-07 09:22 pm
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For Porthos: Self-Defense Class

She hadn't been sure about it when one of the shelters had asked her to teach a self-defense class.  Well, actually, they'd started by asking if she knew anything about that, and she'd said that she did.  She'd lived on the street, after all.  Self-defense was required, even without Section training.   She'd told them she had never been formally trained in it, and that was true.  She'd been trained in offense more than defense. 

Still, they'd asked if she'd do it.  She'd considered it for a while, then decided she could do it without revealing too many of her skills.  She didn't want to do that both for her own safety and to avoid too many awkward questions.  Having a murder conviction was a disqualifying detail for almost every shelter, which she understood fully. 

Tonight had been the third class.  They'd started the course with a discussion of personal safety and personal space, as well as being aware of environments and strategies to get help when you didn't look like someone anyone would want to help.  She'd wanted to emphasize to them that there was a mental as well as a physical component to defending oneself.  Now they were moving into basic countermeasures, balance shifts, and non-lethal disabling strikes.    Everyone, including her, had to be the victim and the attacker at least twice with three different people.  She was, not surprisingly, the best at taking people down and at attacking them, even those larger than she was, though she had played her skills down considerably.

When it was over, she was tired, but happy.  Her students thanked her as they left, and she hoped that they'd retain something, that they'd be able to defend themselves if needed.   Only time would tell, though, and she smiled a little as she flipped the switch to turn the lights in the gym area off. 
du_vallon: (half smile)

[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-05-23 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I got all the brains and the sense," Porthos boasts, which is possibly the scary part about his life in the Musketeers, but so it goes. He smirks, though, when she talks about resisting, shrugging because he has brawns, and more than enough brains.

He settles at the counter of the bar, lifting his hand to get the bartender's attention. "What do you prefer to drink?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-05-25 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what wine and brandy are for. Good in good times, perfect in bad," he says and orders them both a cider and a bottle of red wine, in the event she wants to share. If she doesn't, then Porthos will still be fine. Drinking with Athos has given him a tolerance that would be the envy of most -- other than alcoholics, of course. "Are we going to get too much into the past?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-05-27 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"How'd I know it was your past where you learned it?" he points out, feeling like he ought to at least get in that he's not at fault for the past coming home to roost, not when he couldn't have known. "Besides, if you really don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. I know I don't love to, not without a drink first."
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-05-28 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Who taught you?" Porthos asks curiously, because she's right that it's familiar, though he didn't have the shelters part. Then again, it's not like any of the orphanages would have even taken him when he'd lived, which is more a jab against the times, he's come to realize. He doesn't ask when she'd stopped, because he never had and he doubts she has either.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-05-31 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I learned the running away first," he admits, because he'd been young and spry and had figured out how to be quick with his hands, but not quickly enough. "Learned to fight in the army, though," he says, with a firm nod of his head, remembering how it had made him better than just a thief and a coloured boy.

It'd made him powerful.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-05-31 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Teachers?" Porthos asks, latching onto that bit. For all that he understands her past and shares a lot of what she's saying, he has to wonder what kind of teachers she's talking about. "People who taught you to fight, like for a job?" He's sort of had that with the Musketeers, but he doesn't know that he'd ever call them teachers, exactly.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-06-02 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"And now you're teaching other people," he says warmly, liking the idea of that. He's always been open to teaching other Musketeers how to fight, but they always tend to run away when they figure out what it means to come up against Porthos' fists the way they have to. "You enjoy it? The fighting?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-06-06 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a good reason to teach it," he says honestly, because he does the classes, but it's mainly to keep them out of other trouble (which is something he'd learned from experience at a similar age, given that he'd been far too quick to find any and all misgivings that awaited him because he had too much time on his hands). "Do you feel like it's working out that way? That they won't be victims anymore?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-06-12 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Porthos blinks and stares at her, completely lost. English as a language does this to him sometimes. For all his best intentions, he never quite gets it right and this is one of those moments where he feels very, very wrong. "What's a five hundred kilo gorilla?" he asks, completely lost.
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-06-13 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Porthos has yet to meet anything he can't defeat. Things usually aren't too big or too daunting for him, though he imagines he can see that some things might just be a concept, sort of. "I always just fought and fought harder until I found a way to defeat whatever I came up against," he admits. "But I suppose there's some things, like ideas, that I can't win against. Sort of like how people treated me, at home."
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-06-18 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"So you learned to fight, only it didn't teach you enough to win against 'em," Porthos makes his guess as best as he can, feeling a bit sympathetic. "For me, it's where I grew up, only you can't even fight against it. It's just a place that swallows you whole and the only way you win is if you run away. Not exactly a way filled with honour, is it?"
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[personal profile] du_vallon 2015-06-20 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was, up until I reached the Musketeers," he admits, sloshing the liquid in his glass back and forth as he peers down at it. "I figured out that I hated the ways I was surviving and it was better to try and be someone else. Someone better," he says with a serious look on his face. "Now, I don't have to survive alone because I've got them."

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