We all have our FOILbles. -- For prodigalmess

[bossyboiler]

Are you still interested in fencing?

The message was straightforward and direct as was the one that followed it.

I'm catering a special exhibition match this Sunday. I have two spare passes. It'll be fun. If you want them.

The details were then sent. The main event was a tournament put on by the United States Fencing Association. The exhibition matches on Sunday were fencers from France who were not fighting with foils. Sabers were involved but not the kind that most people expected.

Kate had been hired to provide cupcakes for the fencers and judges. She had done her research on the subject. Kate wanted to impress them with their order and the four cupcake flavors that she had brought with them were unique to this event. The Gray Jedi cupcake was an earl gray cake with a honey glaze and lemon buttercream. The Dark Side was a chocolate cake with dark chocolate buttercream that had a dash of cayenne and spice. The Light Side was a vanilla cupcake with a vanilla custard filling that was topped with a caramel buttercream. The Sith was a standard strawberry cupcake with strawberry swiss buttercream but there was a piece of candy glass in the shape of a red lightsaber.

After delivering the cupcakes and setting up the displays, Kate ventured out to watch the exhibitions. She stood out slightly in that, despite the fact that she was catering the event, she was wearing tailored slacks and a button up blouse with small cupcakes printed on it. Most of the people attending were in athleisure or jeans. Her brunette hair was pulled up in a high pony-tail and tied with a ribbon.

There was no way she was going to miss out on watching the matches.

Comments

[prodigalmess]

"It's a little more complicated than that," he says. "There's a point system. But the gist of it is to not get hit."

Malcolm grins at her. "I feel like it would be very effective transportation. Better than a car or the subway, in my opinion."

[bossyboiler]

"Can you avoid the hits freestyle or are there rules you have to follow?"

She grins back, "Not to mention very ecofriendly. I'm imaging all the surprised looks as you glide by. I'm also imagining you wearing a lot of neon, you know, for maximum visibility."

[prodigalmess]

[ ooc: I don't know the rules of fencing so I'm just going to make shit up. ]

"You have to keep in a certain stance," Malcolm says. "If you watch fencing, the combatants mostly move back and forth in a line. It's not a freestyle fight." The duelists currently on the mat swinging lightsabers at each other seem to have a bit more freedom to move right and left. It's like fencing-lite.

Malcolm scrunches up his nose. "I wouldn't be caught dead in neon, but the rest of it sounds accurate. It'd be very ecofriendly if it was powered by electric."

[bossyboiler]

((ooc: Making shit up? In an RP? Revolutionary!))
"There should be more freestyle fencing." How many more sports would be more entertaining if they were freestyle? Loads, Kate is certain.

"But neon is part of the aesthetic, Malcolm. You have to go for maximum visibility in order to be seen by the maximum amount of people. You would want them to know it's you, right?"

The lightsaber fencing match goes on for a couple of minutes more before the victor is announced. The audience politely claps. Kate turns back to Malcolm. "Are you doing anything later this afternoon?"

[prodigalmess]

[ ikr? ]

"I think that's just fighting," Malcolm says. There's probably freestyle fencing out there, but there might not be any official organization that coordinates it. Malcolm's not aware of it, at least.

He cocks an eyebrow at her. "You think I want to be seen? I guess I won't be able to help it if I'm on a hoverboard."

Malcolm claps for the victor, then reaches inside his coat pocket to check his phone. "Nothing, as of right now. No texts from Gil either, so I guess I don't have a case."

[bossyboiler]

"Why wouldn't you want to be seen? In this epic fantasy of yours, what do you see yourself doing if not being seen?" It is an honest question. She wants to know and he has her undivided attention.

She assumes Gil is his boss and nods her head. "Do you want to go for a coffee after? I mean, I have to disassemble and clean up but later today?"

[prodigalmess]

He opens his mouth and closes it, thinking about that. "I guess I'd want to be seen a bit," Malcolm admits. Otherwise, why ride a hoverboard through Manhattan. "I just don't really like drawing attention to myself." All the attention he's had in the past has been because of his father, and thus has been negative.

"Sure. I can have a look at some of the weapons they have for sale here." Good thing he brought the black card.

[bossyboiler]

"Mmhmm." Is there a better feeling than that of being right? Yes, there are! However, none of theme are applicable to their current setting and venue. "So when someone finally releases real hoverboards, we'll forego the neon. I can live with that." Because she has been right that he does want to be seen if only for a short while. "You won't see me on one until I've mastered it."

Kate nods her head and stands. "Say an hour? I'll meet you at the main entrance?" She wants to get a head start on cleaning up. There is a way in which she likes to do things. She is very particular but to her credit, she knows how she is. "I know a place nearby."

[prodigalmess]

Even though he hates being wrong, Malcolm will take it on the chin and keep going. Kate wasn't trying to one-up him or anything. Despite being able to read others, Malcolm isn't always the best at reading or acknowledging his own behavior.

"That should give me enough time to look around at the lightsabers." He smiles. "See you then."

An hour later, Malcolm meets Kate at the entrance of the convention center. He's holding a box.

"I couldn't resist, even if it's not a real weapon."

[bossyboiler]

"Okay, Malcolm." Kate smiles and heads off. She's the boss and that means that while she helped set everything up and supervise, she doesn't have to take everything back to her bakery. It is what her employees are for!

When she meets up with Malcolm she has a small yellow cardboard box of her own, she has bag and is ready to go. "I saved you a strawberry one, for later." She adds. Her feelings will not be hurt if he gives it to someone else. "Do you collect real weapons?" Kate asks as they head out. The coffee place she has in mind isn't even a half block away. IT's a good place to get a latte and chat without being a Starbucks.

[prodigalmess]

"Oh, thanks," he says. Malcolm likes strawberry. He's already had two different kinds of cupcakes today though, so he'll have to see how his stomach takes to those before he tries anything else.

He falls into step beside her. "Yes. Mostly ancient blades, but I have a few early guns as well. It's a hobby of mine."

[bossyboiler]

"That sounds so much more interesting than what I collect, depression glass and antique broaches." Also, she collects weird and unusual vintage buttons. "What's your favorite piece so far?"

[prodigalmess]

"I've seen some really nice antique broaches on various auction websites." He's thought about his mother a few times when looking at them, but they're not really Jessica's taste. "I have a katana from the sixteenth century that is a masterpiece of craftsmanship. It's absolutely beautiful."

He grins. "I try not to touch it too much but sometimes I can't help myself and I have to take it out of the case."

[bossyboiler]

"It's hard to tell with auction websites but if you ever come across anything Edwardian, let me know."

Malcolm is painting quite the picture inside Kate's imagination. It causes her to smile. She is picturing him playing with the sword and pretending that he's a ninja. "Do you know how to use it? You'll have to show it to me one day."

[prodigalmess]

"Sure." He tends to use reputable dealers, ones that he's worked with before in the city.

"Oh yeah," he tells her. "I'd be happy to show it to you." Malcolm notices her smile. "What?" He... might have pretended that he's a ninja a few times when he's alone in his apartment.

[bossyboiler]

They continue to walk. They are almost there.

"Oh, it's nothing." She says of her smile. "I'm just imagining you home alone and practicing. That's all." Kate turns her head to look at him, clearly amused. She's not making fun of him. Most people, she knows from experience, continue to play well into their adulthood and beyond (even if they don't admit to it). "So why weapons?"

[prodigalmess]

He rolls his eyes playfully. So much for trying to act cool about it. At least Kate doesn't seem to think he's a dork.

"I think they're fascinating?" he answers, a tinge of a question in his reply. "They're often so beautifully made... I think it's the dichotomy of something so beautiful being used for something so deadly and macabre."

[bossyboiler]

Kate is not judging Malcolm's choice of collections, she is simply curious (or nosy). "So you collect the pretty weapons?" Her brow arches a little bit wondering if that's true. Again, no judgements because most of her hobbies and interest align with pretty things.

The Narration is going to skip them ahead to where they have reached the coffeeshop, have ordered their drinks and found a table.

"Do you collect axes? I only ask because those could be considered a tool first and a weapon second."

[prodigalmess]

"The pretty ones are the interesting ones," Malcolm says. The two of them sit down at a table in the cafe, coffee cups in hand. "Why make something that's supposed to be utilitarian such a work of art?"

He takes a sip of his coffee. "I collect battle axes. Most of them are Viking."

[bossyboiler]

"Vanity. Pride. To show that you can." Kate shrugs her shoulders a little bit. It's a motivation that she is familiar with. If she was going to go through the trouble of crafting a weapon, it would first be functional then she would add decorative details. Vanity, thy name is Kate.

Kate has ordered the most basic of drinks, a vanilla latte. She takes a sip and savors the deliciousness. Coffee addict, thy name is Kate too. "Most? How many do you own?"

[prodigalmess]

He nods. "In some cases, weapons like these can be considered sacred. The warriors who wielded them might be highly trained, upper class men." Like samurai. He's got a few katana that he cherishes.

Malcolm's coffee is an espresso because he runs on caffeine. "Battle axes?" He pauses to think for a second. "Maybe ten?"

[bossyboiler]

"Just ten?" It makes Kate wonder, "How many weapons do you own?" He has to know the exact number, give or take a little. "Or should I try to guess?"

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm grins. "Too many to display all of them in my display cases," he says. "I might have lost count of the actual number."

Then it's a bit easier to lie to himself and act like he doesn't have a problem.

"I tried to buy a guillotine once."

[bossyboiler]

"Malcolm. I know we all like to have our conversation pieces but isn't a guillotine a bit much?" Kate lightly laughs and immediately raises a hand to her mouth. "Although I would pay to see some people's reaction to it."

[prodigalmess]

"What?" he asks. "It would be a great conversation piece. I'd take the blade out. Maybe." More likely he'd find a way to lock it in place so that somebody wouldn't accidentally trigger it and end up chopping their hand off. "I feel like it would really go with the aesthetic of my apartment."