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

[everyredcent]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Christos, Aedan, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Christos meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Training Room
WHEN || Not really very long after the squiring party in April, super backdated b/c I suck
HOW || Actionspam

[ Ever get that eerie feeling

like you're being watched

by someone creepy.

The training room is mostly empty at this time of day, so Aedan gets some nice space to practice his swings today at the training dummies. Feel free to make some ~attacks~, which involve rolling a d20 and adding his melee bonus (base attack plus dex, thanks to weapon finesse).

Also roll a spot check... ]

Comments

[everyredcent]

Not everyone is so neatly categorized. Those who fall outside the conventional divisions operate as freelancers. Rather than reporting to a section head, we answer only to Wynn himself.

[ex_noble101]

That sounds almost preferable.

[everyredcent]

Then perhaps you should work to distinguish yourself as something outside the norm.

[ex_noble101]

I suppose it can't hurt having been squired to one such distinguished individual.

[Which may have come across as slightly facetious, though not so much that it would seem blatantly disrespectful.]

[everyredcent]

[ it's ok, aedan, he eats up even sarcastic praise proudly. ] No, it doesn't.

In the meantime, it's your responsibility to seek out ways to improve yourself while off missions. Combat or stealth training, learning languages, and of course, familiarizing yourself with the technology and history of this world.

[ex_noble101]

And here I'd been hoping it would all be included as part of the orientation process.

[Combat training was a no-brainer. It was familiarizing himself with the ways of the world that had him feeling somewhat overwhelmed.]

[everyredcent]

We make all our resources available, but our squires come from a wide range of lifestyles. Trying to implement a standardized orientation would be a fool's errand.

[ex_noble101]

I suppose that makes sense.

[If also making his life a little bit harder at the same time considering just how much of this world he needed to become familiar with. Ah well.]

And I'm sure you won't mind if I come to you with any unanswered questions I might have.

[Okay, yes, now he was just going out of his way to see how Christos would react.]

[everyredcent]

So long as they aren't foolish ones, it's my role to answer them.

[ex_noble101]

Then I'll be sure and do my best to keep any foolishness at bay.

Is there anything else expected of me that I should know about?

[everyredcent]

Familiarize yourself enough with the Drakenet phone you've been granted to be able to read incoming messages. Within a few months of your induction, you'll be notified of your assignment to a mission, and expected to arrive for a briefing in a timely fashion.

[ex_noble101]

Right. About that. Mine seems to have stopped working for whatever reason.

[Because what is electricity except for some offensive magical spell. Or maybe he just turned it off and has no idea how to turn it back on. Look it's not his fault he comes from medieval times ok.]

[everyredcent]

Much like magical items, it requires a charge. If yours has expended all of its, you'll need to recharge it. [ a slight frown as if such menial things are below him but he'll do it if he must ] I'll demonstrate.

[ex_noble101]

[Thank you, senpai~. Aedan is actually kind of transfixed while he watches, because he wants to learn about all of the unfamiliar things this world has to offer--especially when it will play an important role to his place here.]

That's fascinating. [No, really. He's actually really blown away by how sticking the little cord into the phone causes the thing to light up and come to life again.]

So the power source is actually in the wall itself. [Look at least he's trying ok.]

[everyredcent]

[ omg bro he does not have time for this ] Actually no. It's miles from here. The wires carrying it to us, are in, as you say, the wall. [ don't be sassy, christos ]

[ex_noble101]

[He will just let that roll right off of him.]

Sounds complicated.

[everyredcent]

You've found yourself in a world that denied the existence of magic until only the last hundred years or so. Even when it was finally accepted, embracing it took time - and it disappears from time to time, often for years, even decades.

As a result, the humans of this world have made up for what they lack in sorcery by aspiring to new heights of technology. Much of what they can accomplish with machines and wires may seem almost like magic in itself.

[ex_noble101]

It sounds as though I've some catching up to do.

[Though he has like zero idea where to start, seriously this shit is overwhelming to him.]

[everyredcent]

The simplest way to become accustomed to it is to be immersed in it.

[ex_noble101]

Well, at least I've got that part covered.

[Not that he had much choice. The Veil seemed to be a one-way street.]

What about you? Was this your world to begin with, or did you also find yourself pulled here?

[everyredcent]

I came through to this world likely long before you were born.

[ex_noble101]

[That seemed odd. But then Christos didn't appear as any of the elves that Aedan could recall. Perhaps the differences between them included differing lifespans as well.]

Do all the elves from your world live such long lives? [Or was this blood magic.]

[everyredcent]

Elves usually live longer than my kind. [ gritted teeth readily convey how much he disapproves of being lumped in with ELVES. ] But that has more to do with quality of life and their tendency towards comfortable living. [ he manages a lot of disdain for that too ]

[ex_noble101]

[Well, for someone who has no concept of racial biases between unfamiliar beings, Aedan certainly caught on to the fact that he'd just stepped in it.]

What are your kind, if you don't mind my asking?

[everyredcent]

Better you ask than remain willfully ignorant.

Drow. A race that broke off from the elves a very, very long time ago.