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As one of an ever curious mind, Vic could not hold off long before decided to take Chris up on his earlier promise of a tour. They may not be much of a weapon lover but the older specimens the man had talked about had really gotten them interested. To see how people waged war in ages past, the weapons they chose and what they would look like, feel like now. Well, it was just such an engaging thought; one he couldn’t put away.

So (after double checking Mrs Argent was away) Vic had nabbed a bottle of whiskey, it was never polite to turn up without a gift and gently knocked not the door. They swayed on the balls of their feet for a few moments until the other answers and smiled. “I bring you the offer of a fine bottle of whiskey in exchange got a peak at some marvellous antique weaponry my friend.” They paused a moment before adding impishly, “Do you accept?”

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Vic enjoyed visiting the public gym over the one they have at home for several reasons, the first being that when they worked out Tajim tended to get a little too interested and that led to all sorts of other forms of workout. Secondly, they always enjoyed people watching, and thirdly, on occasion they’d actually found a decent sparring partner. They’d been forced into self-defence classes from a young age and found krav-maga to be their favourite form of martial art. So Vic finished wrapping their hands, it looked bad if a university lecturer came in to teach one morning with battered knuckles, and stretched, luckily finding a punching bag free.

Vic took a few moments to breath before bowing slightly, pretending the punching bag was an actual opponent, and then let loose, staring off small with a few quick jabs and kicks, stepping around the bag and getting a feel for their own rhythm, it always did take a moment or two to find. From there they simply went at it, loosing themselves for a time in a flurry of their own attacks, it was an excellent way to switch of their mind and not worry about anything, just act and react.

This culminated in them holding themselves up, both legs wrapped around the unfortunate punching bag, and delivering three quick blows to the ‘head’ of their opponent before dropping, sweating a little and panting. As they recovered, they spotted a familiar face close by and despite figuring him to be quite the cold fish, Vic supposed he should throw out a greeting to one Chris Argent.

“Mr. Argent,” they smiled softly, “Fancy seeing you here, come to beat up some imaginary people too?” they asked with a chuckle.

The Garden.

Gia had never had reason to come down here. There were plenty of things about the way New Orleans was run, especially after what happened with the children, that Gia didn’t agree with. The Garden, however, predated even that. And it wasn’t something she particularly wanted to tour.

But they had a... human guest now. And even though she kept herself busy between the Mikaelson estate, Marcel, and her own life, even she got dragged into the day to day running of Marcel’s... home. So when the vamp on food duty needed to leave for some reason or another, Gia took over his job.

Never let it be said she wasn’t a team player.

A lot of teams, these days, but still...