training ♔ saturday morning

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Lan, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Saturday, April 7th 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 Saturday - 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.

With Dovan and Luthir gone on missions, a surly looking Sir Lanston stands waiting for you all, decked out in his elaborate full plate, though he has no helm on.  He leans on an incredibly dangerous looking sword, as Fred offers a much more friendly greeting to the gathered, motioning them all over.

Comments

Tour;

[nepotism]

Alright, so usual spiel. The armory's located through those back doors, and you can use your key card to get in there at anytime. Same for the firing range, through there.We've got almost anything you can imagine by way of arms or armor, and you can take what you want, and either claim it as your own or swap in and out for particular mission needs. Firearms are different: you've been issued an Excalibur, and it's yours to use up here on the range until one of us gives you the gold star to be field certified. Until then, don't go out packing on a mission.

This room is always open, and considering the Dragon's Hide is the biggest sect in the castle, there's almost always someone up here willing to spar or offer pointers. If you have any serious questions, you can go hunt down Dovan Ironsides, the section leader, in the Hide wing, which is down the back hall to the right when you get up the steps.

Accidents happen, even when we're all looking sharp, which I suggest you do since things can get pretty dicey up here when the pros are going at it, so the Med Center and Cleric wing are straight out across the hallway. Don't worry - despite whatever rumors you might have heard recently, most people don't wind up there on their first day.

Questions?

Armory;

[technophobic]

At this rate you're going to wear out their ears. Let's find this batch some steel, see what they're made of. [Without another word, Lan heads towards the armory doors, and Fred shakes his head a little but gestures for everyone to follow.

Lan affixes the key card apparatus with a glare, as if it's a snake, and Fred pushes his way around him to slide his card through. The light turns green, and the doors open unto a room full of racks and racks of swords, maces, flails, morningstars, pikes, staffs, bows of all kinds, and more guns lining the walls in intimidating quantities. Lan marches into the center of the room, turning a keen eye onto each of you.]

Who's first, then? Speak up.

[bluffcheck]

[Never shy, Thoster steps up and points in the direction of a morningstar.]

Always been fond of them, myself. May I?

[technophobic]

"Fond of" and "skilled with" are two different things. Which of it is it?

[bluffcheck]

Well, isn't that the point of this little exercise? For you to find out?

[technophobic]

Grab it then, and let's get to it.

[65]

[Finnick stares around the room like a kid at Christmastime. His eyes inevitably wander to the stick-like things.]

You wouldn't happen to have a trident, would you?

[technophobic]

[ This is Lan's judgment face. Don't be fooled, despite it looking like most of his other faces. ]

A trident? Going fishing or fighting, boy?

[65]

[OMG fuck you Lan. He doesn't understand Finnick's Aquaman life. 8( ]

It's what I'm best with. [Judging by the reaction, Lan is probably not about to make his dreams come true, so ... ] Or a spear, if that's too much trouble.

[bluffcheck]

Oh, come off it. [Thoster calls out from the peanut gallery.]

A trident is a fine weapon! [Look he sails with pirates. People use tridents. He yanks up his shirt to show a scar on his lower abdomen.] Stood in the way of a man who was skilled with one once. Never again.

[uponwildwaves]

[Morgan discreetly walks along the racks, running the tips of his fingers over a few hilts before turning his gaze torward Lan.]

Any axes? Tomahawks preferably but I can make do with a hatchet.

[technophobic]

All manner of axes, right down there. [He points with a gauntleted hand at a far rack] Sir Ironsides has the Hide members keep 'em nice and sharp.

[uponwildwaves]

[He heads in that direction, stopping in front a large scythe before continuing toward the proper rack.

It takes him a few moments but after testing out the weight and comfort of numerous axes he comes away with two similar tomahawks. Not the typical Native American kind but a more modern, sturdy build.]

Melee;

[technophobic]

[ Lan's quick to drag those who find a fitting weapon back into the main room, gesturing to where circles are marked on the floor. ]

Keep within the bounds and no hacking off limbs or you'll be scrubbing the floors yourselves. Clean spells be damned.

You can pair up, or some of you brought your nursemaids with you, I see. [ His eyes cast to the Knights who showed up with their squires. ] Anyone wants a real challenge, you can fight with me.

[bluffcheck]

[He likes to remain within his element for the most part, so Thoster will be sticking to his melee life for now. He's having a light spar with a dummy, but since the damn things don't fight back, it's rather boring.

So. To make things interesting, Thoster begins to whistle a jaunty little tune, almost mocking his own actions- or at least making light of the whole training aspect.]

[technophobic]

Keep it up and someone might try to saw those lips right off of you.

[bluffcheck]

[He turns and breaks into a grin at the sight of Lan. Because he is a cocky ass and doesn't realize he can get it handed to him if he isn't careful.]

I'd like to see them try.

Melee;

[asap]

Oh! Oh! Can I? [Andie is not much of a fighter, but sparring can be fun, and improving her skills seems like it can't hurt. If there's anything her last mission taught her, it was that what she'd been doing with her dad just hadn't prepared her.

Plus, Lan was grumpy and old. She couldn't help wanting to tease a bit.]

[technophobic]

You want to challenge me, girl?

[asap]

[She wrinkles her nose.] Not to the death or anything. Just like, sparring.

Ranged;

[nepotistic]

[ Fred watches those who are going with Lan with a 'God help you all' expression on his face. Part of him's afraid to leave you guys alone with him, but whatever. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the firing range doors. ]

Guns, bows, or other ranged weapons, you're comin' with me. Let's see what we're working with.

ota!

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick is here, arms crossed and watching all the activity in the room. He is much more comfortable meeting all the new Squires and so has decided to offer himself as another sparring partner if anyone is interested.

He has no obvious weapons on himself, so it should prove interesting whoever comes to challenge him.]

I've missed Riddick tags /sob

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster has this bad habit of feeling compelled to approach the quietest person in the room. At the party that had been his fellow newcomer Morgan. This time it's another sort of man entirely.]

Don't tell me. You're here to teach us about how to blend in to a crowd.

/sobs, I've missed Myri tags!

[notafraidofthedark]

[Riddick looks the man over as he approaches, a smirk crossing his lips. He'd watched him at both the party and the ceremony. He doubted he could blend into a crowd if his life depended on it. Though maybe he was just full of surprises.]

Not really on my roster, though if you're looking for pointers I could give you a few. I'm here to be another sparring partner for you new squires.

when she gets home, they will have to catch up

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster's point was more that this guy is so huge that he could be spotted a mile away. Oddly, Thoster is pretty good at blending, when he needs to. But that's neither here, nor there right now.]

Sparring, huh? Think I've had enough of that for one day. [He rubs the back of his neck, but stops and looks at Riddick oddly.] Does anyone actually take you up on that?