training ♔ monday morning

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Luthir, Dovan, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Monday, March 11th from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

It's that time again. New squires would have heard the word come 'round that there would be open weapons orientation this Monday - which is also open to anyone who just wants to come spar with the newbies as well. As before, at the top of the main staircase is the entrance to an incredibly spacious room, that has gym and weight training equipment on the wall near the door, and then lots of old school training dummies and more at the far end. A glass door enters into a firing range, and another pair of large doors on the farthest wall lead to the armory.

Sir Luthir stands off to one side, all impassive elf, armored in his light, beautifully worked metal, and carrying a sword. Red-headed Sir Ironsides hefts an axe over his shoulder and offers a boisterous greeting to those approaching, and Fred helps round people up to the middle of the room.

Some of the squires' mentor Knights will have accompanied them - others will have left them to their own devices. Everyone's welcome to tag into threads or make their own!

Comments

[bittersweeter]

[Lila is skittish, but in the most controlled way possible. Too many people with weapons, after a while she gives up and shoves her gloves in her pocket out of some absurd nervousness. In any case, she follows and approaches the man when he's free.

And then turns back halfway there. She is too tired to articulate actual well thought out words. Maybe just watching will count as training.]

[luthir]

[ he notices b/c he's got eyes like a fox, and comes wandering her way once the others are busied ] Did you need assistance, Sir Zacharov?

[bittersweeter]

[Damn foxy eyes.She purses her lips, basically frowning.]

I want to get certified for field use. I don't have proof of training or, whatever. [Especially since she's 17 and that's illegal!]

[luthir]

We can offer all the training you'll require right here. If you'd like to commit to lessons, we can arrange times before you leave today.

[bittersweeter]

[Urgh. She doesn't want training or lessons. She's already had those -- she assumes. She just wants a shiny piece of paper to throw around. Huff.]

Okay.

[Because more remedial crap is what she wants in her life.]

[luthir]

In the meantime... would you like to show me your skill?

[bittersweeter]

Sure.

[And she just swans off to a free area of the firing range and sets herself up quickly. She lines up the target, steadies herself and, well... shows off, emptying the entire magazine into the target. (Attack 16, 17, 16, 16, 14, nat 20, 18, 9, 17, 17, 12, 19, 15, 20, 12, 16, 11.) Grinning, she pokes the button to bring the target back and glances at her handiwork. She didn't destroy the bull's eye, but she did manage to spell out "Hi". (Nat 20) It might be just a touch facetious.

She turns to glance at elf.] Acceptable?

[luthir]

[ he cocks his head slightly at the target, before looking over at her appraisingly ] Perhaps we can arrange that certification after all.

[bittersweeter]

[ :D ]

Really? Awesome. [Because even after that, she was expecting lessons. Apparently meritocracy is the name of the game. Cool.]

[luthir]

It will be noted for your next mission.

[bittersweeter]

[Lila is ridiculously pleased with herself. Like damn son, she is top right now. Maybe she'll buy a boat. But it's Lila, so she manages to rein in that stupid grin and nod curtly, starting to unhook the target.

She's gonna frame that thing.]

You say next like I've had one before.

[luthir]

First, then.

[bittersweeter]

Great. So, I can tell Eric I've been appropriately oriented and certified?

[Try and find something to bitchface about now, bitch.]

[luthir]

[ a nod ] If you'd like, I can relay the message myself. [ good luck with that, lila, he can bitchface about everything.

it is literally the only kind of icon he has ]

[bittersweeter]

That might be better. [Less room for Eric to not believe her.

Oh right, manners. Those are a thing she pretends to have.] Thanks.

[luthir]

It's not a problem.

[bittersweeter]

Great, thanks. [If she says thanks one more time she is going to vomit, so she'll just... go over there now. Bye.]