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]

"That seems unfair."

[sagramore]

"It does. Let's get a canvas and throw our god out the window."

[futaille]

"Excellent." He gets off of the bed and goes looking for a good-sized spare canvas. "I think it should be conveyed on the pillow."

[sagramore]

"I would be honored to bear the holy corpse forth."

[futaille]

"Then I bestow upon you this sacred duty."

[sagramore]

Sagramore bows deeply, and picks up the throw pillow with the durian on it.

[futaille]

"Then we should-- Wait. First..." He heads to his closet and digs through it a bit.

[sagramore]

He waits, watching Grantaire with great interest.

[futaille]

And after a moment he withdraws two hooded cloaks in the bright yellow of the inside of a ripe durian.

"For the procession."

[sagramore]

"Oh! Our vestments! Thou'rt so right."

[futaille]

"Precisely!" He slips one of them on. "I can hold his holy spikiness for a moment while you settle yours."

[sagramore]

"My thanks." He passes the pillow over solemnly before getting into his robe.

[futaille]

He holds the pillow with all due reverence and solemnity.

[sagramore]

"All right, I'm ready. Actually -- should I take the canvas outside for thee, and thou mount the stairs to the window?"

[futaille]

"Are you certain? I know you were quite moved by the honor of being the fruitbearer."

[sagramore]

"I was, but otherwise thou wilt have to take the canvas down and then run back up three flights of stairs to hurl the godhead."

[futaille]

"Or we both solemnly partake in a procession down and back up. Ceremonially."

[sagramore]

"Thou dost not think a squirrel will make off with the unguarded canvas?"

[futaille]

"The great one will not allow that to happen. This is a ceremony, after all."

[sagramore]

"Thy faith is stronger than mine. If only I could be like thee."

[futaille]

He extends the pillow toward Sagramore. "Please. The honor is yours."

[sagramore]

"Very well." He takes the pillow back with a great deal of reverence. "Do thou lead us."

[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.