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[ Lancelot looks tired, dishevelled, but determined. He's at least free of injury now, and making an attempt to look some degree of... serious, collected. In control. He's also in the company of John Grimm, who while not exactly looking pleased probably looks a few degrees less wrecked. Lancelot takes a deep breath, and manages to force a small smile. Behind them appears to be the training yard of Caer Glaem, which is being slowly set up by a few soldiers milling around.

Lancelot's tone is quiet as he speaks, quieter than perhaps people who know him may be used to, but it is measured and firm still. Controlled. ]

For those who do not know me, my name is Lancelot. I am Field Marshal here in Caer Glaem. Those of you that do, however, may recall I ran a training session a month previous. John Grimm --

[ -- and Lancelot glances sideways to the man with him. ]

-- and I have been asked to run them as a regular effort henceforth.

[ Your go, John. ]

The both of us have experience fighting both at home and in the Drabwurld, if you’re worried about qualifications. If you don’t know how to fight, even to simply defend yourself, then we ask that you absolutely come. If you do know how to fight, we ask that you come anyway; if nothing else, this is a good chance to practice your skills and maybe learn a few new ones. The same applies if you use magic.

[ A pause and, though it looks like saying this pains him, John adds: ]

Though we do ask that you not use lethal force. Training weapons will be provided as needed, and we will have healers standing by at each session.

[ Lancelot hesitates, nods approval finally as he tries to work out other things they need to cover. Right. Be encouraging, sound like you know what you’re talking about Lancelot. You just declared yourself supposedly in charge. Try to seem like you deserve that. ]

The training yard here will be set up to allow any who wish it to come and go as they please. We will try to attend every day but if we are not on hand some of the soldiers will always be here. Even the strongest of soldiers can benefit, fighting styles are different here in the Drabwurld. The shard that sits inside your chest can be used to amplify your strength and speed, and I will happily pass on the art to any who ask. As much as that, you are of course welcome to help us train if you have the experience. We will not turn away help.

We know that many of you do not want to take part in this war. That’s fine. But the Drabwurld is dangerous, and it’s not just the war that makes it that way. We can help you learn how to keep yourself alive in the event that something happens.

[ A pause, and he glances sideways at Lancelot, then nods slightly to himself. ]

[ Lancelot offers John a tiny smile, than turns back to the locket and inclines his head a little. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ Will that do? That’ll do. ]

[ OOC; Log if anyone wants to play out training! ]

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I do not doubt you improve with every day.

[ #CONFIDENCE. ]

-- And of course. What is it you require?

You know it's all thanks to you. [But BEAMING. Yes good--wait no, focus on what you were originally going to ask, Ryan.]

...so there's this girl. Um. She's actually talking to you right now, the one asking about a bow? [Mostly because Kelsi doesn't know about the filters yet and Ryan can totally see her talking to him.] Her name's Kelsi and she's really, really important to me and she's sort of like me. She doesn't know how to fight and I know she's going to try because that's kind of what Kelsi does so...I was sort of hoping you could help her like you helped me.

[Give him a sec.] I mean definitely not with a sword, she's way too short. She's a lot stronger than she looks but she needs some fine-tuning. She's a pretty fast learner, too, though.

Edited (words are hard) 2014-10-03 17:23 (UTC)

[ Ahhh!

Lancelot nods understanding. ]

Of course. We will do the best we can for her.

[ He'd help everyone tbh but you know, reassurance.

Also hold on while he grabs the wrong end of the stick here. ]

Perhaps you can help her too? I'm sure she'd be appreciate it, and you can show her how good you've managed to get too.

[ RYAN DO YOU WANT TO IMPRESS YOUR LADY FRIEND LANCE TOTALLY HAS YOUR BACK IF YOU DO. ]

[It's fine bro he doesn't even get what Lancelot's implying because, well, duh she'll appreciate it and he'll help her out. That's what ~~soulmates~~ best friends do. So he nods a little too enthusiastically, already spiraling off into the topic and probably talking a little faster.]

Yeah, yeah definitely! I haven't really told her what I've been learning because we've been kind of busy catching up on other stuff, but of course I want to help her. I just thought it made more sense to go to the expert first. [Award-winning smile. Have one.]

[ Ah yes, flattery. Lancelot lets out a soft huff, drops his eyes away a little in embarrassment. ]

I hardly think myself an expert, but I will do my best for your friend. I promise you that.

You're a lot better than me, and you're good enough that you can train people. What would you call yourself if not an expert?

[But promise is a big word, and he trusts Lancelot to uphold that.] Thank you. I don't think you know how much that means to me.

I would call myself good enough for the purpose.

[ He shrugs off the compliment and thanks. ]

It is no trouble. I would do the same for any friend.

Right, and I'm just a guy who knows a few simple eight-counts. [Arrogant. It's a little arrogant but hey man, he just got back from home and now has the knowledge he made it into Juilliard. He's allowed to be a little obnoxious in this case.] You're a man of legends.

[But he's relieved, nevertheless.] Thank you. We'll probably be by together so you can meet her if you guys are there.

[ Ryan you slipped. ]

Of legends? Forgive me but I think that an exaggeration.

[Is it? He's quiet for a second, and even though he responds the look he's giving Lancelot doesn't quite match what he's saying.]

Yeah, you're probably right.

[In Ryan's mind, it doesn't matter that the stories may or may not be real. All stories have to be based off of some little form of truth and so he's just sort of assuming that Lancelot is, in fact, just someone from several centuries prior to his own.]

[ Huff huff. Lancelot admits to defeat on this, though, and opts for a topic change. ]

Well, I will be down at the training yard most days. Come see me with your friend at your convenience -- and if there is anything else, do not hesitate to ask.

[If there's a smug look on his face, Ryan's certainly not acknowledging it.]

Thank you. We'll be there…just as soon as I can convince her that it's not as hard as it looks.

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