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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[futaille]

He nods and solemnly picks up a quite large canvas, large enough, in fact, to be a certain squirrel deterrent. He holds in in front of himself and proceeds out the door.

[sagramore]

Sagramore follows him, careful not to tip the durian off its pillow.

[futaille]

Grantaire walks at a steady and solemn pace, which has the side effect of making it easier for Sagramore to keep the durian in place. The first few times they turn, he's very tempted to burst in to giggles, but manages to keep a straight face through the entry hall and outside.

[sagramore]

As they come out the front of the mansion to the lawn, he looks up at a third-floor window. "There? Is that just a hallway?"

[futaille]

He peers up at the window. "I think it might be, yes."

[sagramore]

"Thou shouldst then lay down the canvas for our lord."

[futaille]

He holds out the canvas and bows deeply before setting it down, face up. "The canvas has been placed and is ready to receive the gloried sacrifice."

[sagramore]

"Let us ascend."

[futaille]

He nods and bows once more to the durian before starting off again.

[sagramore]

Sagramore follows on his long legs, the durian balanced carefully.

[futaille]

With a steady reverent gait, he proceeds up the stairs to the third floor, Sagramore and the durian behind.

[sagramore]

When they have at last surmounted the the third floor, Sagramore says, "That way?" indicating the window at the end of the hallway.

[futaille]

He looks both ways really quickly to make sure and nods. "Yes, it should be."

[sagramore]

"Always better to check," sagely. "Lead the way again."

[futaille]

He nods and starts down the hallway toward the window.

[sagramore]

When they arrive, he sets the pillow down on the floor by the window, bows deeply to it, and then straightens up to open the window.

"Dear high priest, the holy window space is prepared."

[futaille]

Grantaire nods. "You have served well." He bows to the durian three times before lifting it.

"Oh, great and venerable durian, this will be for your glory."

[sagramore]

"All hail! Hail the great sacrifice of our lord!"

[futaille]

"All hail." He bows his head, touching his forehead to the durian, before he straightens, glances out the window at the canvas, and yeets it out the window.

[sagramore]

Sagramore whoops and leans out the window to follow the durian's trajectory.

[futaille]

Grantaire immediately leans out next to him to watch as it crashes just a bit off dead center on the canvas and gloriously splatters.

[sagramore]

"Oh, that's incredible. That's art."

[futaille]

"Truly a wonder has been wrought this day."

[scrap_collector]

Xie Lian was already wandering over to examine the canvas curiously, so the dramatic entrance of splattering durian only increases his interest. He turns to look at the window, and gives Grantaire and Sagramore a little wave and a smile.

[sagramore]

Sagramore waves back. "Hello! We're performing a religious ritual!"