ORIENTATION ♔ others have excuses, but I have my reasons why

[sirstickuphisass]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Eric, Lila, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Eric meets with his new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Training Room; Firing Range
WHEN || Thursday evening, March 7th
HOW || Actionspam

[ So remember how Lila was skulking around the firing range since it ~felt like home~? Well, guess who comes up behind her while she's pointing at a target today, sounding annoyed as hell? ]

What do you think you're doing?

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[bittersweeter]

[Blink blink blink.]

You don't mean pre-Christian civilizations considering workers to be god-like, you mean actual gods... don't you?

[sirstickuphisass]

I take it you're not a big believer in the Shadow pantheon?

[bittersweeter]

Uh, no. [Because she has no idea what entails this pantheon and, well, if she did -- Lila doesn't believe in that stuff.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Can't really say I am either. But it's hard to disbelieve it entirely when some people are walking around here claiming to be descended from gods.

[bittersweeter]

Key word there claimed. I could claim to be James Bond's kid, I've got the hair, and it wouldn't be true.

[sirstickuphisass]

I'm not vouching for it one way or another. But they do get their weird magic powers from somewhere.

[bittersweeter]

Maybe I'll start telling people I got mine from Jesus.

[sirstickuphisass]

Laugh all you want. But some Christian clerics can resurrect the dead: and last I checked, arcane magic users couldn't.

[bittersweeter]

[She is unimpressed.] Cassel's grandad can kill people with his pinky finger. I can make people walk off buildings for fun. Cassel can turn people into goats. That's genetics, not magic.

[Because whatever, magic. Workers have existed since the dawn of time, it's not magic to her, it just is. Magic is Harry Potter and Narnia. Lila doesn't even believe in God god, she's sure not going to believe in an entire pantheon of that crap. At least not without proof.

Lila doesn't deal in faith.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Call it whatever you want, but I'm sure plenty of two hundred year old wizards will beg to differ.

[bittersweeter]

Okay, fine. Note to self, don't tell two hundred year old wizards that they're nuts. Got it.

[sirstickuphisass]

Anyways, I'm sure we have better things to do with our time than argue about the semantics of magic.

What do you need to know?

[bittersweeter]

[Snort.]

Aren't you supposed to be teaching me, Yoda?

[sirstickuphisass]

If you want me to start at the beginning, I can do that.

[bittersweeter]

If I say yes are you gonna start with page one of the Bible? 'cause I believe in evolution.

[sirstickuphisass]

I meant about the Knights, not theology.

[bittersweeter]

[Lila's turn to bitchface, they can match.] So did I. I was just applying the previous topic to the current one, but whatever. [The "Stupid" she wants to tack on to the end of that is grossly implied.

She turns back to set the gun down because, yeah, she's been holding it this entire time, and if this is going to take a while she wants to be comfortable.]

Could we do this some place more comfortable, like any place with chairs or some place I can lay down?

[sirstickuphisass]

That depends on if you're planning on falling asleep. [ he raises a challenging eyebrow ]

[bittersweeter]

Is your explanation that somniferous that you're going to bore me into slumber? I'm not going to fall asleep, trust me, I don't.

[sirstickuphisass]

You don't sleep? Because of your dream power?

[bittersweeter]

I'm more of a power napper.

[sirstickuphisass]

... Fine. There's parlors we can use. C'mon.

[bittersweeter]

Yippee. [Wow, must you sound so put out. Lila's going to start to think she's unwanted and start making idiotic decisions. Though, first she'll follow him to wherever he's going so she can get this play by play.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ it's his perma-face. it's a problem. he takes her to one of the cushy little parlors with its decorative couches and chairs and fancy accouterments and leans against the tiny piano. ]

So were you looking for some history of the Knights, first?

[bittersweeter]

[Oh, it's like her living room, how nice. She curls up in one of the chairs like a cat, hugging a pillow in her lap.]

Yes. Like, who started it. And who was the first leader, with the sword.