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]

"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."

[sagramore]

"Thank the almighty durian for thy sagacity."

[futaille]

"Now we must consider the best way to hang it."

[sagramore]

"Just nail it up there."

[futaille]

"Do you not think it needs a frame, then, to display it at its best?"

[sagramore]

"Ohhhhh. Thinkst thou we could find a durian frame? Or hellfire? Durian hellfire?"

[futaille]

"Are you suggesting we set it on fire and paint the door with the ashes?"

[sagramore]

"I wasn't, but now--"

[futaille]

"It comes down to which option best depicts our intention."

[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."