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[telecosmetic]

[Eliza hums to herself a little as the train leaves the station, heading on for whatever's coming next. In the room she and Zack share, she's lining up several knives, turning them over in her hand. Aelfryth, Reepicheep, and Blaggut are sitting on the table as well, also looking over a selection of knives and small swords.]

So, see any you particularly like?

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[zackthekiller]

[And Crown perks up on the mention of popcorn.]

Maybe! But where are we gonna hang the thing without fucking up the train?

[telecosmetic]

I guess we can wait until the next stop and find somewhere there...there might be better stuff to use as targets there too. I can teach you how to hold a knife first, though.

[zackthekiller]

... Alright, sure. Already know how to hold a knife, though.

[telecosmetic]

Yeah, but you've never thrown one, right? You've gotta hold it somewhat differently for that!

[zackthekiller]

You do?

[He wants to learn more.]

[telecosmetic]

Yup! [And she'll hold one up to demonstrate the proper grip.] Plus, knives for throwing are kind of designed differently, so that they can fly further and all that.

[zackthekiller]

Huh...

[He attempts to grip another throwing knife the same way she is...] Am I doing it right?

[telecosmetic]

Hmm...let me see your fingers. [She'll shift his grip slightly.] When you hold it straight, it shouldn't feel like it's going to tilt up or down.