Tagging → Tacitus Constantine, Silver Vipointe, and Brutus Flickerwood.
Time frame → Training Day #1.
While not a weakness of Tacitus' by any means, it was true that Tacitus' knot-tying abilities were not up to a personal par. When given the luxury of harnesses in the deep wood in District Seven, Tacitus always took a little bit longer to tie the necessary knots necessary. On-top of that, when it came to sealing the logs together with a bigger knot, Tacitus almost was never put in charge of that. Tacitus put things up, put things down, and climbed trees. With such little mental fortitude involved in his line of work, his mind was never on the task, allowing him to enter these ephemeral worlds every now and again.
As the training started however, he found himself being able to get to these safe havens less and less, especially with the danger of the Hunger Games looming over the horizon. As his time away from home increased, his focus on his current tasks increased. All-in-all, a positive correlation.
The most important task he wanted to learn is how on earth to secure a blunt object, in combination with a flange, to haft some sort of paleolithic axe-tool. He saw that modern weaponry was used in the Hunger Games the first, and last time, he watched it at twelve, but the ability to forge one's own weapon in the brush was no doubt a tool that could spare him from being defenseless during an on-coming enemy attack.
This formulaic battle strategy was conceived last night as TAC lied in bed, trying to rationalize his need to take this training course. Right now though, he sat at a small table with thin rope in his hands, twisting it through his fingers and making the end of the rope spin around fast. His mind had left the training center as seeing the rope did have a nostalgic effect upon him. Lone eye and body language did not reveal such, and instead made him appear to be bored while waiting for the instructor to come and teach them how to successfully tie knots.
