It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“What’s ice skating?” she asks with a brief look of confusion. Probably exactly what she thinks it is (in a way), but they don’t have that here. The only patch of ice large enough to do something like that would be in the Oasis, and it never really freezes, causes ~magic~.
In another time and place, she might have taken advantage of Oliver, perhaps just to teach the clueless Outlander that he needed to toughen up ASAP. But that possibility is neither here or there. “Well, look, if you really want to protect yourself, learn some simple knife stuff first. That’ll take care of the basics and keep seriously threatening people away. Then go back to the staff.” The threat of a knife is much greater than the threat of a piece of wood, and sometimes that’s all you need. A bump on the head is nothing compared to a knife in the belly.
This kid man, this kid.
Wessex sighs inwardly and shakes her head. There’s no brownie points for this kind of thing from the Voice, so it’s mostly for her own karma that she decides to continue on. “Try on me. I’ll put you in a light lock and you see what you can go for.” Stepping around to Oliver’s side, she reaches for his head and neck to put him in a headlock, being careful to maintain a low amount of pressure so that he can still breathe, but can’t necessarily move. “Now what?”
In another time and place, she might have taken advantage of Oliver, perhaps just to teach the clueless Outlander that he needed to toughen up ASAP. But that possibility is neither here or there. “Well, look, if you really want to protect yourself, learn some simple knife stuff first. That’ll take care of the basics and keep seriously threatening people away. Then go back to the staff.” The threat of a knife is much greater than the threat of a piece of wood, and sometimes that’s all you need. A bump on the head is nothing compared to a knife in the belly.
This kid man, this kid.
Wessex sighs inwardly and shakes her head. There’s no brownie points for this kind of thing from the Voice, so it’s mostly for her own karma that she decides to continue on. “Try on me. I’ll put you in a light lock and you see what you can go for.” Stepping around to Oliver’s side, she reaches for his head and neck to put him in a headlock, being careful to maintain a low amount of pressure so that he can still breathe, but can’t necessarily move. “Now what?”
