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

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.

[bluffcheck]

Don't mind if I do. [He says with plenty of attitude as he strolls past the man and grabs the morningstar. With a nod and a wink, he heads off to find someone or something to spar with.]

[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.

[65]

Thank you. [And then they were BFFs. Finnick looks over to Thoster's scar with raised eyebrows.] Impressive. How did you win?

[bluffcheck]

Now if I told you that, it'd leave me in a precarious position, seeing as you're picking up the same thing that nearly ended my life!

[He lets out a long laugh]

A story for another day, my boy. One to look forward to, I assure you.

[65]

Point taken. [oh wow you see that pun there that's some class A stuff.] I can't wait to hear it.

[He gives Thoster a once-over.] I don't believe we've met, have we?

[bluffcheck]

Haven't had the pleasure. [He's completely ignoring Lan at this point. The old goat is a stick in the mud. He steps closer to Finnick and holds out a hand to shake.]

Thoster Chatwyn.

[65]

[Yeah, forget Lan. He's a dbag, okay. Finnick shakes his hand and smiles.]

Finnick Odair. It's a pleasure to meet you, Thoster.

[bluffcheck]

You a seafaring sort, Odair? Never met a man comfortable with a weapon like that who didn't know his way around a ship.

[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.]

[technophobic]

An interesting choice, boy. I take it you've fought with these before then.

[uponwildwaves]

[He grins to himself at the "boy" remark.]

From time to time.

[technophobic]

Glad to see some experience in the ranks. You know how to throw?

[uponwildwaves]

Yes but I haven't in some time.

[technophobic]

That's why we practice. [he nods] Take a dummy, if you don't want to try it on a live target.

[uponwildwaves]

[He's still examining them a bit as he speaks.]

You're the expert. Which would you recommend?