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

[bigbad]

No, you don't get it. It wasn't when she hit me that it happened. It was when I hit her.

[slay]

Are you actually planning to help, or are you just gonna keep acting like we're dumb enough to not understand training-related head trauma migraines?

[sirsolace]

[Definitely that latter one] Describe the pain.

[bigbad]

[Spike gives him a flat look.] It hurts. [He turns to Buffy.] This is useless, pet. Let's just go back.

[slay]

I'm not your pet and we're not going anywhere until we know what's wrong. [ She shoves him lightly toward the cleric. ] What kind of hurt?

[sirsolace]

[He seems undeterred by Spike's attitude problem] Where is it focused? Is it dull or sharp? Does it recede immediately or throb?

[bigbad]

I didn't take notes. [He scowls and turns towards Buffy.] How about this? Demonstration. [He punches Buffy. Damage roll: 30, damage, 10. Spike isn't really capable of gloating because he's busy grabbing his head again. It hurts a lot (damage: 6 this time) but he manages to growl through the pain.] All over my head. Sharp. [He gasps a little.] Recedes a bit over time. Should be all right in a few minutes. I hope. [He glances over at Buffy.] Sorry.

[slays]

[ The punch has Buffy's head whipping to the side, and she immediately reaches up to cover her jaw with her hand as she whips her head back around, tossing her hair to fix him with a massively offended look. UGH. Even if she knows what he was doing, that hurt. ]

A little warning next time. [ She reaches out and punches him hard in the arm in return. ]

[sirsolace]

[wow he stares at you two like you are the dumbest bitches he has ever seen.]

Perhaps it's a matter of psychological conditioning.

[bigbad]

[The arm punch hurts, but Spike... really doesn't begrudge her that even a little. Even if his head punished him enough for that. He does give her another apologetic look, then glares at the cleric guy.]

It's not psychological pain. Are you planning on actually helping at any point?

[slay]

Are you planning on being cooperative at any point in the near future?

[sirsolace]

What, precisely, do you think the problem is? [He gives Spike a challenging stare, like he dares him to actually try to come up with an intelligent explanation]

[bigbad]

[Spike stares back at him, unimpressed.] I don't know. That's why I came to ask you to figure it out. [He looks over at Buffy again.] I told you this was a waste of time.

[slays]

If you weren't being as big an uncooperative three-year-old as possible, maybe it wouldn't be a waste of everyone's time. [ Yeah, she's blaming this entirely on you, Spike. ]

[sirsolace]

If he'd prefer to suffer his pain, that's his decision, of course. [He's wearing such a smartass smile.]

[bigbad]

I'm being perfectly cooperative! I even hit you! [...that...helped. He growls in frustration, then turns to the cleric who's got a smile that Spike is pretty sure he doesn't like. Fine. Cooperation.] I don't remember anything past a few weeks ago. If there's a reason my head's like this, something I can't remember... I need to know.

[slay]

[ Well, she was going to snark about how there was a lot of uncooperativeness and other badness involved in hitting her out of the blue, but since he's being chill now ... she'll just shut up and let him do his thing and hope it continues. ]

[sirsolace]

Has anything else served to trigger this reaction? Or merely attacking this poor girl?

[bigbad]

The poor girl hits back harder than I do. [...that doesn't sound even a little emasculating. But it's better than being Chris Brown a guy who goes around beating on defenceless little girls.] And no. This is the first time.

[slays]

Didn't feel like it from where I was standing. You were doing an all right job of taking them, until you started going all migraine guy. [ She looks to Solace. ] I thought he was just trying to make an excuse for why he was gonna lose.

[sirsolace]

The idea crossed my mind as well. [Yep. He's just gonna put that out there. Honesty is policy. 8) ] Very well. Let's see what we can do about the pain for now, and then we'll see if can examine things. [He motions for Spike to have a seat on the edge of one of the bed.]

[bigbad]

I wasn't gonna lose! [Except for the part where he couldn't hit her without crippling head pain. That sort of put a damper in his winning plans.

He goes over to the bed and sits.]

[slay]

[ Buffy is validated by you, Sir. She gives a little bit of a smile, ignoring Spike's indignation. ] How, do you have some magic brain-scanny spell? [ Or, you know, an MRI. ]

[sirsolace]

Something along those lines. [He raises a hand to Spike's head, a bright light emitting from the palm...

and oh hey there, burning pain of burninating :| (23 hp of damage, with a will save, DC 16 to half)]

[bigbad]

[Spike screams in pain as his flesh sizzles and burns as he completely fails his will save and... he's down to one HP, by the way, please stop healing him.]

Are you trying to kill me?