Not your Knight

“t'es rien qu'un petit connard”   connor muttered to himself, what was he thinking when he asked this guy for help anyways? he sort of knew that jacob wouldn’t do anything but give him more problems to worry about, “i thought you’d be the one for this type of stuff,” connor said, “i didn’t ask to get caught sneaking in 30 bottles of liquor!” he whisper-shouted, throwing his hands in the air. maybe he should’ve just asked for the ten names.

"I’ve been called worse,” Jacob shrugged, not understanding what he said in french, but he could only assume that it was something derogatory based off of his tone. “Why would you think I would be the one for this? Do I come off as an alcoholic or something?” He asked, sighing as he put his hands on his hips, lowering his head while he thought to himself for a moment. “I don’t have the authority to get you out of a punishment. I might be able to convince whoever caught you to let me put you through some rigorous training instead of whatever they’ve got planned, but man -- why did you think that plan was going to work? You can’t get away with jack shit in this place.”

“Yes, my thing, my ability. Water manipulation, is the simple scientific term.” She wanted as he strolled in, and she involuntarily straightened up. She knew she wasn’t great at fighting, but she did have some training. His questions threw her off, she knew she relied on her abilities too much, but it was all she had for such a long time. “Well, I, usually carry a small container, sometimes in the field.. Usually there is always water nearby, I can condense it from the air sometimes, but I mean, that’s why I was practicing.. I know I’m not really good at fighting otherwise..” Rae let out another nervous laugh, trying to relax. 

“Alright. There’s some preparedness. I like that,” Jacob said, eyes narrowed in thought as he immediately began speculated internally on her ability and how to incorporate a fighting style into it. A hundred possibilities and combinations funneled through his head before the right one clicked into place. He didn’t smile, but a sound resembling a chuckle left him as he nodded once, content with what he’d come up with. “Combat Tai chi. Have you ever heard of it? Traditional fighting doesn’t suit you or your power. Tai Chi is a fighting style that involves the flow of energy throughout your body, similarly to how water can move when it’s guided. That’s what you should be learning,” he said, noticing tenseness in the way she carried herself, though he said nothing about it. “My name’s Jacob. I’m a trainer here. I’m not an agent unless I’m keeping an eye on a trainee to make sure they stay alive. I don’t have to do that. There are times when I choose to.” He allowed a moment of silence to pass to let that information sink in. “I specialize in MMA fighting, but I have enough practice with Tai Chi to teach you.”

Okay, so Micki wasn’t good at fighting technically. She could take a bitch in a street fight no problem but she didn’t have any sort of technique to speak of. She relied on her knife, taser, and pepper spray mostly. But those didn’t do shit against most of the mutants here. So she was trying to teach herself some moves, to at least prepare her for Jo kicking her ass later. The man’s voice made her groan. “You know what?” She exclaimed, turning towards him as she panted. “It’s worked for me this far.” She said to him, arching a brow. “Not saying it’s necessarily good, but at least it works sometimes.” She muttered under her breath.

“Do you like it working only some of the time, or do you want something that will work for you all of the time?” He asked her, ignoring her agitated tone. “Just trying to think of what’s going to keep you alive longer.”

“Oh!” Rae jolted, surprised at the visitor, “I uhm, I’m practicing,” she stated matter-of-factly, resting her hands on her hips, “I don’t know who this Magikarp is, but I’m sure I do a better splash attack than him.” She nodded, smiling nervously, “That’s kind of the problem, I’m a lot better with water, literally, at this whole actual hand fighting thing,” she admitted, waving her hands for emphasis. 

Jacob raised his eyebrows immediately, jaw slacking a little at her statement about having a better splash attack. He took a moment, thinking about his response and how to handle this one.