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]

"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!"

[futaille]

Grantaire waves as well. "We are! It's looking like quite a successful one!"

[scrap_collector]

Xie Lian looks between them and the canvas. A religious ritual? Truly, the ways of the god of madness are incomprehensible to him. He scratches his cheek, and calls politely, "can I assist in some way?"

[sagramore]

"Can he assist in some way?"

[futaille]

"Hmm. I'm not sure. I don't think he's a true believer..."

[scrap_collector]

Xie Lian sketches a bow. "If that's a criteria, I'll admit that no, I am not qualified." Gods do not generally pray to one another; there is little point. Of course, he does not see the point of praying to someone who shares a house with you, either—it seems more efficient to just ask—but perhaps the splatter of durian on the canvas is integral to Dionysus' survival. "I will wish you luck, then, and swift answer."

[sagramore]

"Were we trying to get an answer? I actually don't remember why the ritual needed to take place."

[futaille]

"We needed to depict durian hell." He nods solemnly.

[sagramore]

"That was it!"

[futaille]

Another nod. "Very important. We should retrieve the canvas."

[sagramore]

"Very well. Lead us down, sir."

[futaille]

"Yes, let us proceed." He starts off down the hall toward the stairs again.

[sagramore]

Sagramore trots after him, his gait rather less dignified and stately now that he's no longer balancing a durian on a pillow.

[futaille]

The trip in general is a bit more rapid, so it's back downstairs and outside. They reach the canvas and Grantaire looks down, studying it. "Do you think it achieved its goal?"

[sagramore]

In addition to being thoroughly splattered with durian, the canvas has a hole punched in it from the impact. Sagramore observes it with his hands on his hips. "I think so."

[futaille]

He lifts it and peers through the hole at Sagramore. "Our goal has been accomplished, then. Where should we hang this?"

[sagramore]

"Somewhere visible. We want people to be properly worshipful."

[futaille]

"The best spot for art in the entryway is already taken... We could hang it on the front door."

[sagramore]

"On the front door," with wondering delight.

[futaille]

"To welcome all who enter! I don't think the canvas is too big to fit."

[sagramore]

"Oh, I think thou'rt right."

[futaille]

A solemn nod. "It's a perfect spot."