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Day 28: Morris Park
[from Kelley Street]
The shinigami quietly entered the rundown park. It looked forlorn and very much like there should be a hollow or two hanging out in it. Yet a quick check of the spirit threads gave her no indication of any present. The gloomy atmosphere was perfect for her to do some deep thinking about herself and what all had happened in Soul Society.
Picking a bench under a tree, she sat and stared off into the park..She needed the quiet.
The shinigami quietly entered the rundown park. It looked forlorn and very much like there should be a hollow or two hanging out in it. Yet a quick check of the spirit threads gave her no indication of any present. The gloomy atmosphere was perfect for her to do some deep thinking about herself and what all had happened in Soul Society.
Picking a bench under a tree, she sat and stared off into the park..She needed the quiet.
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The boy smiled weakly, his eyes clearly tired, "Please don't tell me that you're worried about me as well. We've only just met..."
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"Actually, yes I am. You said it yourself. You can't fight. And that is a serious problem here. Not all the patients are willing to leave a non-fighter alone, and certainly none of the monsters or staff are."
"I do hope you're going to be learning from someone, especially if you're going to keep insisting on throwing yourself into fights. Because if you don't know how to do something actually helpful, you're getting in the way of those who can."
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Artemis was unsure of how to phrase the next part. It was clear that Ken and Farfarello were far from chummy, so was it really in his best interest to tell Ken who his teacher was? So he should lie. Or just not say anything at all. Silence was good.
"--by--" His mind still wasn't processing things fast enough. If Larry had given him a concussion, once Artemis had escaped he'd return to Doyleton and sue the young drug addict. His sentence stopped short. He had to put something in there--anything. "--someone."
Ouch.
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"...don't tell me. It's Farfarello. Isn't it?"
And for the record, 'far from chummy' was yet another understatement. Artemis was on a roll tonight!
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Ken frowned. "There's ways to defend yourself that don't involve brute strength. You don't have that, and that's probably what Farfarello will try to teach you. You don't need to fight. There's plenty of people around that can do that. The most important thing you can do is get yourself out of danger without injury so you can do what you do best. There's nothing wrong with specialization."
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"Besides," he continued, "I cannot stand idly by and watch other people fight for me--as though I deserve their fealty--because I don't. And I'm tired of being reprimanded for trying to help. I'm ashamed to say I'm desperate."
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Ken sighed. "Honestly? If the situation was a bit more ideal, you'd be better off ranged. You don't need strength to work a crossbow, or hell, even a gun. For the type of shit he'll be trying to teach you, you need to be fast, strong, and fucking lucky."
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The boy leaned back against the tree. He was obviously troubled. Yes, he'd understood the risks of the situation, but staying the way he was wasn't an option. The fastest way to learn how to fight for a bucket of water was to light your pants on fire. If Artemis was constantly afraid of screwing up in front of Farfarello, he wouldn't screw up. He'd learn faster from an unforgiving teacher than one who would hold his hand.
"What do you suggest I do, then? Throw myself down a flight of stairs?"
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But he still wasn't happy about it. "Sink or swim is not always the best way to learn." Contrary to Artemis's thought--if he was constantly afraid of screwing up in front of Farfarello, he could possibly pick up on that fear, or be so nervous that he would screw up.
"No, I'm suggesting you learn a way to defend yourself that's suited to you, and find someone that can teach you it. Fuck. I'd teach you myself."
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"And you never know--he could be teaching me something pertinent to my size and strength capabilities. Whatever it is, I'm only spending the first hour of the night with him. An hour is better than the whole night, correct?"
He was trying to be encouraging--he really was. Ken was a nice person, but Artemis was getting tired of defending his decisions. He was an intelligent person--he knew what he was doing. It wasn't as though he'd taken the offer without fully understanding the possibilities.
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"Okay, again, I'm biased. Have the guy pretty much cave your head in, then try and tell me otherwise." Ken had been in the hospital for weeks after that encounter.
Ken, on the other hand, was fully aware of the fact that Farfarello was not the most predictable of people. That was one of the things that made him so hard to fight.
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He didn't touch the comments on Farfarello--he was getting tired of the same things being said to him. He didn't know how to fight, he didn't have clue one concerning combat technique, he had no survival instinct. He heard the same thing over and over again. If he had to fight with one more person about this same subject, he was going to explode. He could feel it. His earlier emotional outburst had left him tired and his head cloudy. He wasn't thinking as sharply as he could normally. His tact was being stripped down slowly...
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He laughed, remembering his frustration when dealing with Jon Spiro, then winced when his ribs protested. He'd been left in pretty bad shape.
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Ken flopped backwards onto the ground, for all appearances boneless and completely relaxed. "Who knows, you might be great at getting along with kids. They're very different from adults, anyway." He turned his head, noticing the wince. "...I'm not good enough with field aid to tell if anything's cracked. The nurse's would probably give you shit that fogged your head if you went to them."
He didn't need to know field aid...he wasn't exactly irreplaceable within the organization, and it had just never been taught to him.
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"I'll be fine. Nothing some pain killers won't fix. Nothing feels broken--just bruised," He smiled, "Fortunately, I'm medically trained--somewhat." He poked and prodded his torso in several places. "Mm, nothing's broken.
"And I think I may lose my patience easily with children. I expect people to figure things out on their own, so teaching has never been one of my career choices."
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"The pain killers usually have a side effect of drowsiness. Not a good thing if you're going to be learning how to fight. I've been refusing to take whatever shit they give me. I hate being drugged." Enough that he was more willing to deal with the pain than the side-effects.
"You have to balance it. Kids won't feel like they've accomplished anything unless they can figure it out on their own, and if you hold their hand all the way they'll learn shit-all anyway. Set the framework, let them figure it out, be there to be a guide if they have questions, not do it for them." Ken smiled then. "That, and it's a chance to drop the adult attitude."
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"I suppose..." The boy said, frowning, "But why on earth would I want to act like I'm a child when I'm not?"
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"Because it's fun?" It would be a very sad day indeed when an assassin who was ten years older than Artemis knew how to have more fun than him.
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The concept of doing something that he actually wanted to do was foreign to Artemis. He'd been raised to believe that what he did for the Fowl family was both what he liked to do and what he did best. There was nothing else he could do. Was there anything that didn't involve his work that he liked to do? Maybe chess.
He frowned, obviously confused, "Why is it fun...?"
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"Fun is fun. Running around and screaming and just making an ass of yourself...and not caring. Not worrying about anything, not plotting anything, not having to think about everything all the time...it's just relaxing." Ken shrugged. It was like him being more pissed off that he couldn't play soccer while injured than actually being injured. "I guess it's something I can't really describe."
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The boy listened to Ken explain his idea of fun, and he nodded as though he understood. He didn't really get it though. "Well, in that case, I think it would be fun to just lay in the grass and stare up at the sky. And not worry..." His smile fell slowly. "About anything. Not think about anything." He paused in thought. "Do you think that's actually possible?"
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He paused to look at the sky, then pointed at one cloud. "That one looks like an airplane."
...here he was, initiating a game of cloud-gazing with a boy that was smarter than a good number of college professors, at a field trip from an asylum that turned into hell on Earth at night. Ken had known his life was fucking crazy, but this was high on the list of weird shit he'd done, once he thought about it.
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"The one over there," Artemis pointed, "Looks like a cell in mitosis." He frowned, "Or a kidney."
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