♚ Thirty-Second Move - {Voice}

[queens_guarddog]

I have no need for sports. [Other than Chess, that is. Can that be called a sport, though?] Yet I have this strange desire to...play.

Perhaps Fencing will appease me.

[His voice is thoughtful, almost as if he can't believe he is saying these words.]

Find me a suitable partner, Sebastian, or Fence with me yourself.

Comments

[mytechskeeper]

Fencing Earl?

[queens_guarddog]

Indeed. I quite enjoy it.

[mytechskeeper]

I must admit I didn't picture you as the type to enjoy fighting of that sort. [She'd say he's too young but that would be hypocritical on her part.]

[queens_guarddog]

I enjoy competition. [And he's good.] I have been Fencing for years.

text - can change if needed

[trollsbackwards]

AND JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS FENCING.

[sparkling_by]

Poking people with a stick in a very mean, mean way.

text - I can totes see that. No worries!

[queens_guarddog]

Fighting with rapiers.

text - cool

[trollsbackwards]

IGNORING MY EVER PRESENT BLONDE STALKER...
HOW IS THAT EVEN A SPORT?
I MEAN IT'S BETTER THAN THE OTHER SHIT I'VE READ ABOUT, BUT THE QUESTION STILL STANDS.

1/2

[sparkling_by]

OBJECTION!

[sparkling_by]

Mister Phantomdwarf, you are not nearly princely enough for that sport!

[queens_guarddog]

[queens_guarddog]

It's not just for princes.