orientation ♔ playing the role with nerves left exposed

[dragonsclaw]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Jack Chessing, Buffy Summers, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Jack meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Dragon's Claw office
WHEN || Friday afternoon
HOW || Actionspam

[Jack can't help but find it terribly impolite to go knocking on Buffy's bedroom door, no matter what the hour, so instead she received a very brief text transmission on her phone that asked her to come drop by his office at some point during the afternoon, if it was convenient. It isn't as if he doesn't have enough paperwork to keep him in there awhile.

Of course, this all involves... finding his office.]

Optional Rolls:

† If she goes searching on her own: Roll a d20. A roll of a 13 or above can locate the office. Particularly high rolls mean she finds it quickly and vice versa.
† If she chooses to ask somebody, roll a d20 for a Gather Information check and put the number you got in the header of your reply, with however she approached the person she's stopping to ask.
† If she texts him back, you can just do a text reply in here, because I am too lazy to make a drakenet entry for it too. Yep. /best GM
† If she's doing something else, that's fine too. Just tag it and if a roll is required, you'll find out. .__.

Comments

[chessing]

Nothing - yet, at least. The Milosovicis had maintained a low profile for years. We've very little indication of where he'll stand on the issues that concern us.

[slay]

He's winning support without addressing the whole ... slave trading of Shadowkind thing? What kind of country is this? [ She purses her lips in disapproval, dropping her hands away from the horse finally. ]

[dragonsclaw]

His focus has been on discussing plans of financial stability. Creation of jobs, that sort of thing. He's stayed suspiciously silent on the issue of what's to be done with the slaves, which could mean he falls on either side of the issue. It's more likely, of course, that he intends to support the trade, or at least intends to sweep the whole mess under the rug.

[slays]

And Wynn's probably waiting to see which it is before he throws his support anywhere, huh? [ She turns to lean against the stall. Oh, her excitement is gone, she is noticing now that it smells as stalls tend to do. ]

[chessing]

[Reality is always such a letdown] Generally, yes.

[slays]

[ She gives a nod of understanding, then looks around. ]

So, what else is there to see of this place? Or, should this be the part where we wrap up the tour because you've got special important Dragon's Claw business or whatever.

[chessing]

I imagine you might enjoy doing some of the tour on your own. I did wonder, however, if you had other questions for me.

[slays]

... Are there questions I should be having? [ She feels like there's a right answer to this WHAT IS THE RIGHT ANSWER. And, okay, granted, she knows she should ask about the whole having nightmares thing but she's ... too dumb and isolatey for that. ]

[dragonsclaw]

Perhaps not. Some squires tend to have questions about the way we operate, the squiring process, our sections, mission protocol... Others prefer to ... play it by ear.

[slays]

Oh. I was just kinda thinking we'd get to that stuff when it comes up. [ A beat. ] There's protocol?

[chessing]

... Very basic, I assure you. You'll receive an invitation to your mission briefings from Wynn, myself, or, when you become a full Knight, from your section Head. Briefings are always conducted by one of those three as well. Wynn tries to assign a member from each relevant section to each mission to vary the skills of the team.

The Round Table room, where briefings are conducted, is magically protected against scrying attempts - which means other wizards or mages can't spy on anything discussed in that room from afar.

[slays]

You really think he'll want us to go on missions? I mean, before we're full knights. We just got here, a-and I've never even held a sword. Or, at least, I don't think I have.

[chessing]

It's the quickest way to learn. If you don't feel comfortable with combat after initial training, you won't be asked to enter into a situation that will call for it. There's a variety of work that needs to be done in the field - not all of it's aggressive.

[slays]

Hurray for learning. [ She looks a little grim and off-put by that, because omfg seriously? But she'll deal. ]

[chessing]

If you feel uncomfortable in the field at any time, you can ask to be withdrawn.

[slays]

[ Wow, you are underestimating how prideful she is. ]

Great. I'll keep the run like a coward option in mind.

[dragonsclaw]

There's nothing disgraceful about recognizing one's limits.

[slay]

But there's a lot disgraceful about backing down when you're needed.

[dragonsclaw]

Part of why you won't be going on missions without backup. There'll be plenty of other agents able to fill in as needed.

[slay]

Even so ... [ She shrugs it off, looking briefly despondent, then smiling. ] Questions answered. Your duty to Wynn is fulfilled.

[chessing]

It's not about a duty. I want to ensure you're prepared for this.

[slay]

Good idea. Prepare me for experiencing things like watching my friends die in bloody combat, and staging diplomatic intervention into economic depressions caused by Shadowkind slave trade. Prepare me for witnessing that many people in that kind of pain. [ She raises her eyebrows, looking around some, expectant. ]

How do you plan to do that, exactly?

[ She shakes her head. ] I'll figure it out as I go. You've done everything you need to do right now. I can take on the castle, and the training, and the ... being here.

[chessing]

No one ever promised this life would be simple. Certainly not easy. [His voice is quiet, not chastising, just reflective. He pats the horse's nose again in farewell] But I'm here should you need someone to help you shoulder the burden.

[slays]

Thank you. [ That gets a smile out of her. But it falls and she looks temporarily confused. ] I -- Should we -- Do we hug now? Is this a hugging thing?

[chessing]

[wat he is too British for this. he will just... put an arm around her shoulder instead, so it counts as a half-hug without all that bodily contact] I have no doubt that you'll excel, Buffy.