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

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick takes his time looking through the multitude of weapons being offered to him. Once again he felt like a kid in a candy store.

He wasn't much feeling the swords, though he knew the basics on how to use one, but he much preferred the feel of a dagger or shiv in his hand. He immediately went over to see their selection of smaller blades, carefully examining each.

Finally he came upon a pair of
Ulak Blades and a slow grin spread across his face. Now these were something he had been looking a long time for. He never thought he'd find them here in this time, though.]

Now this is what I'm talking about.

[vantol]

[Sven was rummaging through the shorter blades, too, and couldn't help but be amused by Riddick's ... life.]

Is that your go-to?

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick makes a sound that was like a cross between a growl and a chuckle, picking the blades up and testing their weight in his hands. His grin looks like this is the best present ever]

Haven't found a weapon I liked better than something much like these. Perfect for gripping, grappling and slicing. Great for close-quarters combat, my specialty.

[nepotism]

[Fred meanders his way over, looking between the two guys, and noting Riddick's choice of weapon.]

... Riddick, right?

[lightblindbadass]

[He looks over to Fred, sizing him up a moment. Finally he puts one of the blades down on the table, reaching over for Fred's hand with an easy maybe slightly menacing smile on his face.]

Richard B. Riddick, but yeah. Riddick work's just fine.

[nepotism]

[Maybe slightly but Fred's used to dealing with Wynn on a personal basis so I guess that explains his nat 20 DOES NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING check. He slaps his hand into the other guy's and gives it a firm dragon-bloody shake.]

Fred. Heard you're gonna be my squire.

[lightblindbadass]

[Up until this point, Riddick really hadn't thought much about the fact that he'd have to be squired to somebody. The thought of taking orders from anybody else had always rubbed him the wrong way, and he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with that coming out of his guy. Guess he'd just have to find out.

He was here to try and... change his life around after all. Still, small talk was never his strong suit.]

Ah. I'd forgotten that little detail.

[nepotism]

[Fred shrugs.] It's not a huge deal, really. I'm just here if you've got any questions, and I'll be the one who talks to Wynn in the end about whether this place seems like a good fit for you or not.

[lightblindbadass]

[He nods, picking the blade up again. Seemed fair enough to him. He could get along with that.]

I probably will have other questions at some point, but my first one is: Are we allowed to modify the weapons that we are supplied?

[He picks the blades up again, hefting their weight, excited to see if Lis'sa really could get these the way he wanted them. Either way he's planning on modifying them, even if they aren't allowed. So far as he was concerned, then blades were his now.

Perhaps he should start to get over the "finders keepers" feeling he had about things, but when you live your life one way for so long it's a hard habit to break.]

[nepotism]

Sure you can, if you find one you wanna claim as your own. What kind of modifications you talkin' about?

[lightblindbadass]

I'd talked to Lis'sa about something along the lines of spring-loaded access point to them, easier to carry and conceal yet not weak in the joints. I could try my hand at it but she offered so sweetly I couldn't refuse.

[nepotism]

Yeah, well, those guys like doin' that kind of thing. Hard to tell 'em no.

[lightblindbadass]

There's too much stuff I don't know about this time yet, so I don't know what kind of advances you've made in technology. All of the things I was suggesting didn't hardly seem to phase her. I've gotta find something to stump her on.

[Unbeknownst to Riddick, while he talks about Lis'sa his face gets a certain look that is hard to place, but could almost be called intrigue for anyone who knew him well enough. Has he ever mentioned just how much he loves a challenge?]

[nepotism]

[Fred notices the look but... totally misinterprets it] "Her"?

[lightblindbadass]

Lis'sa. She's a challenge. [He lets out a chuckle, fingering his newly acquired blades with glee.]

[nepotism]

Lis'sa? [He looks, well. Surprised. To say the least.] She hardly says two words at a time.

[lightblindbadass]

Musta been that nobody else ever sweet-talked her about things like weapon molds, equipment enhancement and darkvision before. You gotta know how to talk to a lady, that's all.

[Riddick is ridiculously pleased to hear that he was one of the rare few to get her talking to him, and he also feels the need to defend her choice to say nothing when she had nothing interesting to talk about. They were a lot alike in that, among other things.]

[nepotism]

... You're probably right about that, at least. [He chuckles.] Not exactly most people's choice of conversation starter.

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick picks up the sheaths his blades came in, putting them away and holding onto both in one hand. He shrugs at Fred's last comment, not understanding why you wouldn't want to start off a conversation like that. That's how he started most of his.]

So Fred, whaddya do? [He nods out towards the rest of the training room in question.]

[nepotistic]

I've tried most of this stuff at least once, but I mostly focus on swordwork.

[lightblindbadass]

You any good? [He sizes Fred up again. He was tall, and had muscle, though not so bulky that it would get in his way while wielding his sword. Maybe he would be good to get some pointers from.

He cringed internally thinking of having to get lessons from anybody on anything, but he also knew that swords were more than slashing and stabbing.

He had taught himself everything he knew, from reading to killing. He knew where that had gotten him. Maybe learning from someone else would be okay.]

[nepotism]

Guess you could say that. Always room for improvement, but I've been grilling for years.

[lightblindbadass]

Maybe we could take a few swings sometime, see what we're both made of.

[nepotistic]

Think I'd like that.

[lightblindbadass]

Guess we'll have time for that later, though. I'd rather not practice in front of too many other people, if it's all the same to you.