training ♔ thursday morning

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Dovan Ironsides, Luthir Reedhym, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragnon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Thursday, Feb. 16th, from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

Just like Fred said, at the top of the main staircase is the entrance to an incredibly spacious room, that has gym and weight training equipment on the wall near the door, and then lots of old school training dummies and more at the far end. A glass door enters into a firing range, and another pair of large doors on the farthest wall lead to the armory.

The room's full of the clanging of metal, as Dovan and Luthir fight, sword to axe, across the room, and Fred gathers everyone up on the gym side to explain things.

Comments

[slays]

[ Buffy is sharing Arthur's reaction. Her jaw slackens, her eyes widen, and it's pretty much the best thing she's ever seen. She steps forward and grabs a sword, turning it over in her hands, running one over the blade and examining it. When Arthur speaks, she glances back at him, then over at her future husband Frederick. ]

The king's got a point. I'm personally on Team All of Them.

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[Fred looks back and forth between them, settling a grin on his future baby mama Buffy]

Let's take it one day at a time for now. What have you worked with before?

[king]

Swords.

[ He uses the plural, but really he's monogamous these days. ]

Staves, spears, lances, axes, daggers, throwing knives, slingshots, crossbows, catapults, maces, morningstars, and—

[ He holds up his fists. ]

These, obviously.

[ A grin at Buffy. ]

[slays]

[ Arthur gets a reserved smile for that, both for the grin and for the words because oh baby talk weapons to her. That is ... pretty manly. Buffy is learning new things about herself every day, ok. But, she does glance away from him to focus her attention back on her future husband. ]

I uh. [ She deflates a little, smile dropping. ] Haven't kept very good inventory, I guess. I was kinda leaning towards the try them out and see if I had the knack approach. [ Another sidelong glance at Arthur and the smile reappears. ] Not everyone has classical training.

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[Fred's distracted from his hottie wifechan by Arthur's impressive resume, and both of his eyebrows climb up a fraction of an inch. But then he plays it oh so cool and addresses Buffy again] Alright, so he's obviously going to be going the real steel route, but how about we put you on a practice sword til we get an idea of where your uh, knack lies.

[king]

[ She's tiny and blond, Arthur suspects her "knack" is going to lie in giving him fashion advice, but he saw her and Lan go at it and therefore has the good sense thank the dice gods not to voice this thought. He does note, with a hint of comfort, ]

We're all here to train. Even the greatest warriors still have more to learn.

[slays]

Oh, no, I'm -- I'm fine. Really. Real steel sounds good to me. It's like throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if it sticks. Really ... sharp, pointy, ... metal spaghetti. [ She deflates a little at that because oh boy. Instincts say she should go for it, and she followed those, but now she can't help but second guess herself. Her smile grows wide to compensate for her lack of faith in herself. ] Really.

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[Fred seems to be impressed by her attitude about it, but stares at her for a second with a furrow-browed expression on his face, jaw working back and forth]

... Alright, but you only swing when I'm around until we see how you do. Deal?

[king]

[ Arthur is also pretty impressed, not that he's any good at showing emotions which could be taken as positive reenforcement. ]

If you'd like to spar, I'll go easy on you.

[ Vaguely insulting, but he doesn't mean to be. Testing live steel is better done with more experienced opponents, and he's not particularly afraid of getting hurt, all armoured up and ready to go as he is. ]

[slays]

[ There's a smile at Fred. ] Deal. [ But, then there's a pause and she looks at Arthur. ] Wait. Who says you have to go easy on me? You haven't even seen me fight yet.

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[Fred glances between them.] If you're gonna spar, it's only fair she gets some armor on too. [He nods his head towards a side rack.] Take what you want. Some of it's a helluva lot less bulky than that plate and chainmail stuff.

[king]

I wouldn't want to hurt you before you've even taken a swing.

[ Arthur gives a shrug to Buffy. For all they know she's going to drop the weapon — he'll go easy. ]

[slay]

You won't. [ She seems pretty evidently miffed as she says it. Oh, big deal, he's King Arthur. She's -- Well, okay, she's not sure what she is, or even who, but he can't be that good. Taking Fred's advice, she goes to pick up some of the leather armor, strapping it around her torso while sending a purse-lipped look of annoyance back in their direction. She then goes to grab one of the steel swords off the wall, hefting it easily in one hand despite her size. ]

[nepotism]

[Damn girl.]

... I take it you work out.

[king]

[ Obviously he should just be leaving you two to it. ]

[ In fact, that's sort of what he's doing, because he's exiting the weapons storage room now, finding a space for them to test Buffy's skills. And if he rolls his eyes it's just because he's the only one have wholly substantiated arrogance around here, thanks. ]

[ Arthur draws Excalibur — it's probably only a DC 10 Spot check to recognize it seems to be a replica of the weapon that touched all of their shoulders to knight them — DC 15 to recognize it is like, exactly the same. Regardless, big pointy sword thing. He flexes his fingers around the hilt and waits for them to emerge. ]

[slays]

[ Don't be jealous, Arthur. You are welcome to join and spice up their marriage. Buffy shrugs, not noticing Arthur leave right away. ]

That's me. I'm fitness-gal. [ She then looks around, noticing Arthur's gone. ] Uh, should we ... ? [ She uses the sword to point at the door, and then heads out after him. She spots Arthur playing with his sword, and seems to recognize it. That was what Wynn had used to knight them, wasn't it? Was Arthur using it now? No way. She was so not getting her but whupped by the same sword that knighted her. It had to be a replica. ]

You're pretty eager to get your butt kicked, huh? [ She's goading, but only in a good-natured way. ]

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[It's probably completely unsurprising that Fred got a nat 20 to recognize that sword. :| It distracts him from being flirtychans entirely, and he pauses in the doorway, staring.]

... So they weren't kidding.

Initiative 18

[king]

[ Arthur's too busy scoffing at Buffy to really notice Fred's abrupt mood turn-around. ]

Perhaps I'm merely interested in seeing if you can keep up.

[slays]

[ Buffy, on the other hand, does notice Fred's reaction, and catches no pretty fast that it doesn't bode well for her because oh god, it really is that same sword, isn't it? Her eyes bug a little. She really shouldn't have been getting taunty. She does some mental math. Used for knighting. Given to King Arthur when he showed up ... ]

... That's Excalibur, isn't it? [ The question is addressed to Fred, but it's delivered in a kind of bewildered, distant tone as she continues to stare at Arthur. ]

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[He's still staring, but his expression is tempered with something else as well. Uncertainty, maybe.]

It looks just like it.

[king]

[ Arthur rolls his eyes, uncomfortable. What can he say? It's just a sword I drew from stone that marks me as a great leader, no big deal...? ]

It came with me from home.

[ He twirls it. There is some serious are we done? to his tone. ]

[slay]

If I die? [ She still doesn't look at Fred, her tone wry as she keeps her gaze fixed on the impatient King Arthur. ] I'd better get a medal of valor and a funeral plot in the castle garden for this. [ She sucks in a breath and heads over to within dueling range, raising her sword to a ready position. ] Just so we're clear, that thing's not actually magic, is it?

[nepotism]

You're not going to die. He's a trained professional, I'm a trained professional, it's all good.

[He steps aside, where he can get a good view of them both.] Let's see what you're made of.

[king]

[ Arthur rolls his eyes again. ]

I'll stop before I kill you.

[ Obviously. And he holds his action, stance at the ready but waiting for Buffy to come to him. AC 17 to hit. ]

[slays]

[ She circles a little at first, hesitant to be the one to make the first move. But -- ] God, you medieval types really take your chivalry seriously, don't you? [ She drops her shoulder in a shrug. ] Fine. Ladies first. [ She makes like she's going to jab left, then spins her body to bring the sword around in a horizontal slash to his right side instead, connecting with the side of his armor near a joint in the plating. Atk 20, damage 18. ]