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Who: Nightrunners and whoever wants to make use of the training yard for whatever reason.
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.

Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.

The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.

Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.

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Oh, no, no problem! This isn't a problem at all!

Pumpkin is--was--but Lapis intervenes just in time, scooping the gourdling beast up while Foster spits and sputters, unaccustomed to finding anyone's slobber on his face but his own. By the time he's done vigourously pawing at his face (leaving behind reddened trails of pressure from his claws) and managed to stop grinding his injured hip into the ground (and kicking out by reflex every time he does), he's at least kind of capable of grasping that Lapis is here, and that the errant orange blur was under her care.

"Harmless.... harmless? Only to me, then--! Only I could do something this idiotic, this pathetic. Only I could harm myself over the--the harmless."

Edited 2018-01-15 04:45 (UTC)

Well. That's kind of a weird reaction, and Lapis just kind of gives him a look. He hurt himself? How? He looks fine to her? Like, a weird horse, but otherwise fine.

Lapis has no idea how biology works, and he's not bleeding, so internal injuries are even more of a mystery to her!

"Uh. You don't look hurt to me."

Lapis.

"I've had worse!" he pipes up immediately, as though this is somehow relevant information. He's twisted himself, his horse's body mostly on its side, the scant muscles in his bony flank twitching and rippling under the skin while his front--top?--end has been turned to let him lie flat on his human stomach, his bear arms propping him up, like a contortionist sphynx.

"I haven't seen you recently," he changes the subject before she can say anything too disappointing, like inquiring about where it hurts--probably the biggest piece of proof that Foster doesn't actually know Lapis at all. "Did you--"

He starts to ask if she went back home, like Amethyst, but then realises that she might have something else in common with Amethyst, too. Even without actually knowing Lapis' name--because of course he doesn't--the trend of monochrome feminine figures with some kind of magic and a rock embedded in them is finally dawning on him.

Of course, even with pain to spur his thoughts, he doesn't... say anything. He just stops talking and gapes at her for a second.

It's true. Lapis absolutely would not care if he was injured. Besides, he seems fine enough to her anyway. He's babbling just fine, and Lapis takes that as him being just fine! And not, you know, Foster.

So Lapis just waits for him to continue his line of thought, all while Pumpkin pants heavily in her arms, also oblivious to the fact that Foster might be hurt. Does Pumpkin even have understanding of the concept of "hurt"? Who knows.

When Foster just gapes his mouth like he's trying to catch flies, Lapis looks at him like he's doing exactly that.

"Uh."

Pumpkin's hypothetical grasp of abstract concepts aside, Foster seems... puzzled by Lapis' lack of intelligible response.

Well, her confusion is intelligible, but...

There's often a big gap between what Foster is thinking and what he's saying, but this time, he didn't actually share his epiphany aloud in any form. And, uh. Well, he doesn't realise that he didn't.

So his brow furrows, one back leg spasming with a short kick at a sudden throb of pain--maybe he shifted?--which appears to spur him to actual speech, if not... coherent conclusion.

"It's... not the same?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You said "Did you", and then just stopped talking." Like, what is Lapis supposed to do with that, Foster? It's a miracle she hasn't just flown off yet, but she's... actively trying? To interact with people.

As shown by this conversation, it's very hard.

Foster's response is a deepening frown, followed by an abortive attempt to get up--a really stupid abortive attempt, one that starts with him planting his paws on the ground to lift his upper body and ends with the decision immediately following that, the decision to gather his hind legs beneath him and wrenching pain in his hip (and down his leg, and up his back) that drops him to the dirt, bright-eyed and gasping and pawing uselessly with his forelegs, long claws buried in his hair.

"Ffffuck," he manages shakily. "Amethyst." He says next, which doesn't clarify much. "Like Amethyst, I meant." His entire purpose in trying to rise, honestly, was an attempt to deliver his question again, with clarity, with purpose.

Okay, so maybe Foster isn't the best person for Lapis to work on her people skills with--

"You mean a Gem?" Lapis asks, because she's hoping that's what he means. Also he seems to be struggling to get up, but, well. Lapis can sort of thankfully tell that's an issue, considering the weird as shit anatomy he's got going on.

In probably what counts as Lapis going over her altruism quota, she grabs up a sphere of water from the moat, covers his entire lower end with it, and lifts Foster up.

She also, notably, does not put him down either.

As a rule, Foster does not hold reality to a lot of expectations. Some of it could probably be attributed to the presence of magic as an everyday occurrence in his world, but... that actually has very little to do with it.

And yet Lapis not only manages to surprise him, she manages to briefly alarm him--or at least make him kick, spasmodically, legs splayed like he anticipates the need to struggle, or maybe swim. It's little more than pointless flailing, honestly.

Which again sends pain radiating from his hip, which makes him kick harder, and--well, anyway, she's not drowning him or even doing anything interesting and eventually he stops. But really, he hadn't even grasped what Lapis was doing, let alone why. Foster's instincts lean more towards taking the opportunity to drown himself than... anything to prevent that.

"I know Amethyst is a gem," Foster complains, frustrated.

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I ACTUALLY GOT THIS WHILE IN A STARBUCKS.....

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