everybody's got their limits

[unknowable]

Who: Adam Parrish (unknowable) and Maketh Tua (mismanagement)
What: Blackmailing the person who tried to kill you into teaching you how to shoot: the Adam Parrish story
Where: Spire 1, 101 - Maketh's place
When: The night after this thread
Warnings: Possibly nothing, maybe talking about death & violence



[When it comes down to this, Adam is not totally certain it's a great idea. It's true that she was under the influence of the gods when she tried to kill him, but she did still try to kill him, and that's not something he should - or will - forget. But she's skilled in ways that he isn't, and those are the things it would be useful to know.

Not that he wants to fight. Violence toward others isn't an area he wants to get comfortable with, and if he can leave it to people he trusts, he probably will. But he doesn't want to leave his protection in the hands of other people, and while his magic can do far more than even he understands sometimes, he doesn't want to depend on it.

Something like this will help. And maybe he wants to understand Maketh better - to know who the person who injured him is. Maybe.

He knocks quietly on her door late at night, not sure she'll even be there, though she was the one who told him to come.]

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[mismanagement]

All right. [Maketh hesitates, not sure what to say to that. Not long ago she tried to kill this boy--Adam. She knows his name now. He can't possibly trust her, and yet he wants to know how to fight. How to protect himself.

How strange and sad that she's the one he asked.] You...are welcome, I suppose.

[unknowable]

[He wouldn't know who else to ask. It's not that he trusts her, exactly, it's more that he thinks he knows what to expect from her. If nothing else, she seems intelligent and practical, and that suits Adam. He's the same.]

If there's anything I can do for you in return, let me know.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh nods, though she's not sure she would. Not unless there was no other choice. Part of her still wants to bolt from the room and pretend the thing that prompted this never happened in the first place. But she will not be weak. She will stand in line and do what must be done.] Of course.

[unknowable]

[He stands, and nods at her in thanks. It's not that he's put it behind him, really, but rather that he's now getting something in exchange for what happened. That's not usually how it works. How could he stay mad?]

Then I'll see you around.