ORIENTATION ♔ and climb high to the highest rung

[nosdacariad]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Mark, Tybalt, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Mark meets with his new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, staircase to the second floor
WHEN || Thurs morning, March 7th
HOW || Actionspam

[ Tybalt's assigned Knight has made no attempts since the ceremony to contact him, despite Wynn's assurances to the new squires that their mentors would be in touch. In fact, it's only coming down the marble staircase from the upper story training facilities, that they would even cross paths, as Mark's heading up that way and stops awkwardly, since they're the only two people in sight, and he certainly can't feign not seeing him. He pulls up to a hesitant halt, and breaks out a nervous smile and uncomfortable wave, hand moving swiftly to the back of his neck. ]

Oh, uh, hi. You're uh, you're Tybalt, aren't you?

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[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt had been on his way up to those very same training facilities, because keeping his skills sharp seemed a much better use of his time than waiting around. Wynn had mentioned Mark would meet with him, but the new squire hadn't been too bothered when the Knight never did. He had spent a month just getting a good idea of the lay of the place and watching people in between a bit too much sword practice.

Some might call it obsessive. He assumed they didn't have as much to prove as he did.

But it's interesting to see Mark's reaction, and really, it's about time he found the knight. How long does a squire have to wait around for his knight to even acknowledge he's around?

He nods his head, glancing off up the stairs before back to Mark. This isn't slightly awkward at all. Nope.]

That would be me. Good Morning, Sir.

[Okay he is definitely going to get in trouble eventually with this. That came out a bit more terse than he had intended. Is it his fault if none of the knights had garnered as much respect from him as Wynn had?]

[nosdacariad]

[ his expression implies he definitely takes the tone to be a statement on his ... perennial absence, and his smile falters a bit ] I'm uh, I'm Mark Sandazhard. [ a beat, and then he proffers a hand ] Your knight.

Forever the slowest turtle

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt shakes Mark's hand with another nod and tilts his head to the side a moment, studying the knight before clearing his throat and releasing his hand. He's squired to this man, better or worse, may as well make some form of effort.]

Pleasure finally making your acquaintance, Sir Sandazhard.

[Come on, Ty. You're squired to this man. Show some form of respect. Pull it together.]

Were you requiring me for something?

<33!

[nosdacariad]

Well... no, it usually works the opposite way. You require me for... whatever it is you need help with. [ p a u s e ] Unless you already... figured all that out. [ he clears his throat ] I mean: do you have any questions so far?

best knight-squire pair tbh

[quarrelsomecat]

[Under normal circumstances, this is the last thing Tybalt is prone to doing. Asking for help. He bristles just at the thought of it. But honestly he's spent the entire month lost. His refusal to seek out his knight or ask anyone and appear like a fool has kept him nearly completely in the dark.

He frowns, adjusting his shirt and not meeting Mark's eyes, as if the ground at their feet is far more interesting. After a moment he forces the words forward.]

What am I supposed to be doing, here?

awww yis B)

[nosdacariad]

[ he looks visibly, as if he's glad it's a question that has a simple answer. ] Oh! Well, that's easy. It's one part training, one part whatever you want. [ he grins ] You'll get called on a mission soon, I'm sure, through your Drakenet phone. You know how to use that, right?

But when it's not mission time, you can use any of the castle facilities to hone your skills. If you're a fighter, there's training rooms and plenty of pros who can help up your game.

[quarrelsomecat]

[The phone is still a source of confusion for him, too. But one admitted failure is really already pushing it for one day. He would stubbornly figure that one out on his own.]

And as far as you and I?

[He arches a brow at Mark, meeting his eyes again this time. He has been making very good use of those ]

Do I report to you? I always assumed squires were supposed to do something for their Knights. [Not that he knows what that is]

[nosdacariad]

It's not really that kind of squire. I think the name just fit the whole thematic element this place has going on, and it's got that apprenticeship aspect to it...

But I do have to write up reports about your fieldwork. Sometimes I'll be with you to do it, sometimes I'll pick someone who's on a team with you if I'm not, to give me the scoop on how you did.

[quarrelsomecat]

Right...

[Reports. Input from team members Shit. Well that was going to go well. Tybalt wasn't the best at making friends. Really, what he excelled at most was making enemies. That and picking fights.

He smiled through his teeth all the same, wondering, for the first time, if he was really meant for this job. Granted the code struck a chord with him, and he did want to do the missions. It was just... well... he was sort of a loner. Playing well with others was going to be a new, and probably very frustrating, challenge.]

And these reports... they affect what, exactly?

[nosdacariad]

How soon you get promoted to a full Knight. Wynn just wants to make sure this is the right place for you, you know, that sort of thing.