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

[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.

[nepotism]

[He wants to ask why, but figures it might be personal] ... Yeah, that's fine. This place is usually empty at certain times of day.

[lightblindbadass]

Good, let me know when a good time will be and we'll try this out. [He reaches his hand out to Fred in a friendlier gesture than normal, but he'd come to sort of like the guy. A bit.]

[nepotism]

[Fred slaps a palm against his in a very manly way, and grins] You're on.

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick shakes his hand, then nods at him before he moves off to the heavy bags, tucking the blades into his belt.]

See ya around, Fred.

[nepotistic]

[He nods, moving off towards the weapon rack] You got it.