Video 2 (Backdated to the 12th)

[toiletseat_girl]

[the video opens on an awkward looking teenage girl, sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. she's holding a sheathed sword in her lap.

finally, she speaks]

Okay. I'm looking for someone to teach me how to fight. Fist-fighting, martial arts, swordfighting, guns, I don't care. I'm just sick of everyone else fighting my battles for me.

I guess that's about it. Just--lemme know if you can help. Thanks.

Comments

[hotspurred]

Why?

[Henry is the opposite, by nature as well as nurture; hubris is his flaw. His brow furrows at her admittance.]

You determine your own worthiness. [He tells her fiercely, meaning to encourage her.] And you hold power over your faults. Know that you can conquer aught that troubles you.

[toiletseat_girl]

...I dunno. I never really had any friends and my parents weren't exactly supportive.

[George always saw herself as average, at best. not particularly good or bad, just. . . average.

she listens, a little wide-eyed. she's heard this before, but not from a very skilled near total stranger who she just met. she can't dismiss what he says as just trying to make her feel better] I, um. Okay? [she nods, feeling a little more confident] Okay. I can do that.

[hotspurred]

Good.

[He smiles, then steps back.]

Next time we shall move onto plays. You did well today, George.

[toiletseat_girl]

[she's not blushing, she's not blushing, she's not--fuck it, she's blushing with pride]

That sounds great. I'm really looking forward to it.