training room ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Luthir, Dovan, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Tuesday, March 4th from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

It's that time again. New squires would have heard the word come 'round that there would be open weapons orientation this Tuesday- which is also open to anyone who just wants to come spar with the newbies as well. As before, 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.

Sir Carpenter waits over by the firing range door, arms folded. Red-headed Sir Ironsides hefts an axe over his shoulder and offers a boisterous greeting to those approaching, and Fred helps round people up to the middle of the room.

Some of the squires' mentor Knights will have accompanied them - others will have left them to their own devices. Everyone's welcome to tag into threads or make their own!

Comments

[ex_noble101]

It certainly couldn't hurt.

[Unless he upsets her again and she shanks him in his junk...]

When did you arrive here?

[sorceresslite]

[ her best friend has survived two years of friendship, aedan will probably be fine. that's what clerics are for tbh. ]

Twenty four years ago? I was only three months old. My brother, Finn, he was four. He's a knight here too, but he's back in Ireland at the mo'.

[ex_noble101]

[He's not sure he wants a cleric praying over his crotch tbh. Unless they're attractive. And it isn't due to a stab wound, obviously.]

That must have made it a lot easier in some ways. [Growing up here, and with a family member to boot. But then there's the never knowing where she came from.]

[sorceresslite]

[ idk man, lissa is a cleric... ]

Yeah. Loads of times I forget I'm not actually from here, but Finn and I don't know shit 'bout where we're properly from, which is rubbish.

[ex_noble101]

[Isn't she also like thirteen tho...]

I suppose that's the trade-off. But then there are those who only recently arrived yet still have no memories of where they come from.

[sorceresslite]

[ lissa will be nineteen in june-ish, thank you. she's an adult. ]

Probably more rubbish, honestly. What about you, somewhere in the middle then?

[ex_noble101]

{I am like incapable of surmising anyone's age from their pb, sorry... :'(]

It seems I'm able to recall more than most. If anything's missing, I certainly can't tell.

[sorceresslite]

[ she looks like she's twelve, so this is legit. ella's 24 btw. but miniature like a doll so if you think she doesn't still get carded at pg-13 movies you are wrong. ]

Maybe you're royalty! That'd be both cool and fucked up to forget. You'd be like Anastacia. Without all the weird singy bits. Unless you occasionally break into song...

[ex_noble101]

[Nothx, gurl. Being royalty isn't all that it's cracked up to be ok.]

Who? [He's still half-alien. You have to be gentle.]

[sorceresslite]

[ she waves it off. ] Not important. Her only redeeming quality was being a ginger anyway.

[ex_noble101]

She was made of ginger? [No tell him more, this bitch sounds interesting.]

[sorceresslite]

No. [ omg you precious lamb. ] Ginger like -- [ she shakes her plentiful mane of red hair at him. ] -- she had red hair.

[ex_noble101]

Ah... [No, he doesn't really get it, but ... he doesn't get a lot of things here.]