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

[sirsolace]

I see no reason to assist you if you continue to act so entitled to any help we might provide.

[bigbad]

It's your bloody job, innit? Or at least it's your job to not make it worse.

[sirsolace]

It's my job to facilitate the recovery process of individuals who are harmed in the course of serving this cause. It is not my occupation to service arrogant vampires who don't have the sense to warn a holy man of their unholy nature, because they're trying to impress a woman.

[bigbad]

I thought you were a bloody doctor! Not some mystic holy man! [Spike's growling now.] You could have warned me.

Will you at least undo whatever it is you did?

[sirsolace]

If you insist. [And he raises a palm again, with another burst of light... to cast an INFLICT light wounds spell. 8| Which ... cures 13 hit points. Better than nothing.]

[bigbad]

[Oh baby inflict me harder. No, really, that's the best you can do? Lame. But at least Spike's feeling a little better. Even if the mystery of his headaches remains unsolved. He's ready to get out of this place. Maybe he'll find a real doctor somewhere.]

Right. [He jumps off the bed.] Now I'm only feeling a bit worse than when I came in. Thanks.

[sirsolace]

I'll see what I can learn about your particular malady.

[bigbad]

[Oh hey, that's an actual decent thing to do. Spike looks thrown for a moment, then nods shortly.] Yeah, I'd appreciate it.

[sirsolace]

Mm. [And he just turns away and moves off to attend to other things .__. ]