open ♔ august castle socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, etc!
WHEN || Any time during August [back and forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of this month.  Because not everyone is into parties, ok.  

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt. ]

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Jaime Lannister | OTA

[twinfucker]

[Many knights (that aren't, say, Lan), after having been in the modern world for a few years, may have learned to adapt a bit more and start using modern technology and weapons. Those knights are clearly NOT Ser Jaime Lannister. He's still wearing his old, Westerosi Armor when he can, the weight a comforting familiarity in this strange new world, and still wielding his same old sword.

Luckily, he's at least adapted to showers and electric lights. Otherwise he'd be a great deal more smelly, considering all the time he puts into practicing. And riding horses.

It's a beautiful day today, so he's outside, practicing sword maneuvers against a particularly vicious-looking tree. But he'd certainly be happy to switch up his work-out routine with an actual person.]

[bittersweeter]

[Are. You. Serious.

Ew.

Call Lila crazy (and you would be right), but wearing armor on a nice day is stupid. Wearing armor period is stupid to Lila though. It's not like the tree is going to come alive and bitch slap him to the ground like in Harry Potter. (Or is it?)

Regardless of the violent tendencies of nature, the derisive little snort is courtesy of the teenager a bit away. Judging. Always judging.]

Aren't you going to ruin that sword?

[twinfucker]

[It's enough to get him to stop and turn towards her, leaning the sword against his shoulder. He's used to armor, and in order to stay used to it, he practices while wearing it. All the better for when a real battle happens.]

Wouldn't be much of a sword if it couldn't survive contact with a bit of wood.

[He holds it in front of himself, then, turning it over in his hand before smirking back up at Lila.]

Besides, this is a practice blade. You couldn't easily skewer a man with it, though you could bash his head in well enough.

[bittersweeter]

[His logic makes her raise an eyebrow, she isn't easily impressed within first meetings but his word choice makes her curious and she moves forward slightly.]

Not easily, but you could do it with some difficulty?

[twinfucker]

Of course. You could skewer a person with most anything if you tried hard enough.

[He grins at her, resting the sword against his shoulder again. He's not particularly interested in skewering her, after all, no matter how blasé he is about the topic.]

[bittersweeter]

Good to know. I don't have that much upper body strength though. [Or any at all, weakling. This is why she uses guns.]

[twinfucker]

Where I'm from, knights who can't swing a sword aren't worth much. [He cocks his head, eyeing her thoughtfully.] Of course, knights who are women don't even exist.

[bittersweeter]

Where I'm from knights don't exist period, so we're pretty even on how useless we'd be in each other's worlds. [She shrugs calmly, like she doesn't mind being horrible with a sword.] And I have other ways of causing pain.

[twinfucker]

[He just gives a twisted little smile.] All women have ways of causing pain.

[bittersweeter]

[At least he has one thing right in all respects.] That is very, very true.

[trebond]

Safe to say you've slain the poor thing.

[ that's ok, alanna is still trying to adapt herself. when she approaches, she's wearing a hoodie because it's august in england fuck you that's why, and loose slacks. she can't understand the silliness of modern clothing; why spend so much time fighting to not need to wear dresses and all the accoutrement if you're only going to wear clothing just as tight and uncomfortable? ]

I hope you don't take that sword in the field after dulling it.

[twinfucker]

[It's still more than Jaime's become comfortable with. He looks a little judgy as she approaches, though he doesn't comment. If he snarked at everyone's modern clothing, he'd never stop.]

Of course not. I've a far higher quality sword for that. One that's not dulled for the practice yards.

[trebond]

And do you plan to only use your high quality sword against trees as well, then? [ she raises a hand to gesture at the one he's been taking whatever aggression out on, a smile quirking. ] Can't see much use practicing against one otherwise.

[twinfucker]

I'd ask if you're offering a better practice partner, but... [He gestures down her body.] You're a lady, and a tiny one besides. Which sect are you? Dragon's Tongue? [This is progressive Jaime. At least he's not laughing at the very idea of a woman knight! Just... Dubious at her fighting ability.]

[trebond]

Goddess no. [ what a disaster that would be. it was no secret that alanna fell rather short in her diplomacy as a knight, she'd run away from that to have adventures rather than have to settle down and accept those parts of her duties. ] And I think you'll find very few people are flattered when underestimated, or when considered interchangeable with a tree. I wouldn't practice with you if you begged me. Where I'm from, knights are meant to learn manners.

[twinfucker]

[Manners. Knights. Even without his memories, he feels pretty disillusioned with the noble knight image. Jaime lets out a bitter laugh.]

Where I'm from, you'd be lucky if, on meeting a strange knight on the road, he only stole your coin.

[trebond]

Funny. You don't look pale enough to be what passes for a knight in Scanra.

[ that zinger would be more zingy if he knew what scanra was and that tortall had just bent them over in the war a few years back ... and though she's made a fair attempt of it, her temper can't hold for long - and she snaps. ]

Men like you are the reason I spent years in disguise just to get my shield. Be a lady, Alanna. Cross your ankles, Alanna. Be happy with court manners and pretty dresses, Alanna. I'd wager I did more to earn mine than you did, armor like that. [ she nods to his chestplate and the intricate designs built into it. not that she can talk since she's got a hella enchanted shield from her crazy brother ... she has a chip on her shoulder let her snap ok. ]

This may be news to you, but ladies can fight just as well as a man. Better, if they're given a chance.

[twinfucker]

[Wow Alanna thanks for... spilling your life story all over Jaime. He doesn't know what a Scanra is or how well this... Alanna can fight, but her outburst feels oddly... familiar in ways he can't quite describe. He gives a twisted little smile that does nothing to agree with her point.

It doesn't help that he has no clue how he did or didn't earn his title. He's good with a sword and on a horse, he knows that much at least, but what struggles he did he face? What battles has he fought? He doesn't remember at all.]

I really couldn't care less what you do with your ankles.

[moonheart]

[ so wrapped up in slaying that tree that maybe he didn't notice faith parked out on a blanket on the lawn not far away. she rolls to her side to watch him, tenting her book beside her, before eventually piping up: ] I think she's dead, Jim.

[twinfucker]

[That means nothing to him (knowledge pop culture 6). And no one was surprised. He turns towards her.]

It's Jaime.

[moonheart]

You named the tree?

[twinfucker]

What? No, I am Ser Jaime of House Lannister. Not Ser Jim.

[moonheart]

Where's House Lannister?

[twinfucker]

In Westeros. The land I hail from.

[moonheart]

In the Shadow World?