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[thereneverwas]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Barrow
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: I actually don't know the answer to this OOC so I'm making an IC thing about it

Oi.

Anyone particularly in charge of magic training hereabouts? Jone n'me've got the martial shit covered, but I realize I don't know where to send the young mages and magic Rifter types.

You're welcome to join our lot for sparring as well, make our fighters all the savvier against different disciplines.

Comments

[poleaxed]

The mage, ah, Redtree, I think? Been meaning to ask the bloke about it, but you're welcome to reason with the stone-face hisself.

[thereneverwas]

You do know how good I am with stone-faces.

[this is a joke about Gabranth]

[poleaxed]

[Long sigh, mostly at how this is regrettably accurate.]

He didn't seem much moved by my womanly wiles, alas.

[thereneverwas]

The cad.

[poleaxed]

The blackguard rogue, aye.

Sure it'll aid negotiating, when he sees this.

[archademode]

[Somewhere out there, someone is squinting at their crystal.]

[archademode]

If you've need of another hand, I would be willing to lend mine.

[No one let this man hang out with the new recruits.]

[thereneverwas]

Many thanks, Ser Buckets, but I'm going to have to pass on that one.

[archademode]

Judge Magister. [Gabranth corrects, voice little more than a thinned exhale through his nose.

Ser Buckets is only for— actually no, no one gets to call him that!!!1]

On what grounds?

[thereneverwas]

On the grounds you still need to figure out that sparring means not actually trying to kill your partner, mate.

[For once, there is very little humor in his voice.]

[archademode]

That was different. [How sharply can his tone drop, let's find out.]

A fact I am sure you remain well aware of.

[luaithre]

I train with mages regularly. You can send them to me.

[thereneverwas]

This is Redtree, I presume? [thanks Jone]

[luaithre]

[ An unexpected backfooted pause, and then; ]

Marcus.

[thereneverwas]

Ah, Marcus. [A beat.]

Marcus-- Rowntree. Right. [THANKS JONE]

Well, if you've got any little mages in need of weapons training, we're out on the pitch.

[luaithre]

[ A longer pause, more considered than the last. Then; ]

Where did you serve, under the Order?

[fairforce]

You sound like you have the martial training well in hand, but if you ever need—-well, another hand—-I’d be happy to help out.

[thereneverwas]

[Almost too cordially,]

Well thank you, Seeker, I appreciate that.

[fairforce]

[Well.]

Of course. Is that what you would say that you're best at? Training?

[thereneverwas]

It's... what I'm not the worst at?

[He's joking. Kind of.]

[fairforce]

Oh, well, [cheerfully,] now that we've determined that. What would you say that you're good at, then?

[inkindled]

Does that happen to you a great deal? Mages asking you for direction?

[thereneverwas]

[Oh boy.]

Hello, Matthias.

Can you believe it, no! This was the first time.

[inkindled]

Lucky you. Maybe you ought not worry much over it, as it seems unlikely to be happening too often.

[thereneverwas]

Lucky me indeed.

Seeing as it's happened the once, I thought perhaps I ought to have a system in place.