Open Post: La savate et le chausson

[futaille]

Much to his satisfaction, Grantaire has been able to keep up with many of his hobbies unabated during his time at the mansion. Not all of them, though, mostly because they were ones he'd go to specific spots for, and with those spots not being here in addition to an abundance of his other hobbies, they more or less fell by the wayside.

However, a recent chat with Dionysus has reminded him that he has very much neglected his 'hitting things' level. Although he didn't find a crash test dummy, the thought being on his mind ended up in him stumbling upon a small gym tucked away, complete with some equipment including a standing punching bag.

So he's discarded his waistcoat and cravat over a bench and is practicing his savate¹.

¹French kickboxing! During R's time it was basically for streetfighting, and just beginning to get formalized, but there are some cool vintage videos on youtube (Here and here) to give the... vibe.

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[sagramore]

"Well, our intention is hell. So now I think we might need to start a fire."

[futaille]

"Fire it is, then. We will create a lavish pyre."

[sagramore]

"I hate to bring any reason into this adventure, but I think we should do that outside. By the lake, perhaps."

[futaille]

"Your wisdom is unmatched."

[sagramore]

"Right. I'll get matches."

[futaille]

"Excellent. I shall convey the artwork to the lakeside."

[sagramore]

"Marvelous."

When he rejoins Grantaire it's with the box of matches and a bottle of vodka -- he doesn't wholly trust the splattered durian to burn on its own.

[futaille]

Grantaire grins, in the process of setting the painting down on a rock. "Oh, excellently planned."

[sagramore]

"I didn't want to risk the conflagration. We can put the ashes in with whatever's left of the liquor and make a paint."

[futaille]

"The greatest of all paints, indeed."

[lightbearinglord]

"Are you not sure of your feelings for the young master Enjolras?" It's a somewhat pointed question, but also one prompted by genuine curiosity.

[kadewest]

"Better to be a jack of all trades, master of none."

[sagramore]

"Truly! Wouldst thou do the honors?" handing him the bottle.

[futaille]

His eyebrows shoot up. "That doesn't count. Enjolras is... Enjolras."

[futaille]

"A broad base of knowledge, precisely."

[futaille]

"Of course!" He takes the bottle and opens it, taking a long swig before pouring a good amount of the vodka over the painting.

[lightbearinglord]

He understands the fundamental sentiment, but not what seems to stem from it. If Grantaire is sure of Enjolras, then he would expect other certainties to build themselves around that. Enjolras is Enjolras is meaningless; he frowns and waits to see if Grantaire will explain.

[futaille]

"Right, that's a bit tautological. It's just that... He's the exception to everything. What belief I can muster has been spent on him. He just has so much of his own that it draws it out."

[sagramore]

"Oh, a little more, I think I see a dry speck."

[lightbearinglord]

"Believing in him doesn't bring you to believe in other things?" An obvious question comes on the heels of that one, but he holds onto it for the moment.

[futaille]

"As you wish!" He pours a bit more over for maximum flammability.

[futaille]

He shrugs. "It's easier not to. Leave it to the experts, so to speak."

[sagramore]

"Perfect." Sagramore takes the box of matches and strikes one. Then, holding it aloft, he hums in a sort of pseudo-mystic drone and drops the lit match onto the canvas.

[lightbearinglord]

There comes that small, sharp frown once again. "And you are not an expert."

[futaille]

The canvas, aided by the vodka, catches on fire immediately. Grantaire watches with a crooked grin. "The flame is another gift to the durian god."