mayfield_rpg | Second Cup (like the coffee place)

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Second Cup (like the coffee place)

Phone (Filtered from drones)
[Well, time to ask for assistance from the other captives of the town. Though, he's probably not made a very good impression on a lot of people.]

So, I have been told it would be wise to have a weapon on hand. I was going to obtain one anyways, but I hear I can ask someone to make it for me. If anyone knows of a boy named, Hiccup, please tell me where I may find him and ask for his services.

Otherwise, I am in need of...a special order. I want something tailored and...in a place like this I do not feel comfortable without wearing it. Also, if anyone would like to learn how to fence I can offer some lessons.

Lastly is there anyone who can replace missing limbs with artificial ones that still function like how a normal one would?

That is all.

Post office
[Crown is currently standing outside the post office looking up at it. He's not entirely sure yet if he should go in. He still needs to find someone who could replace a limb if he lost one and it would probably be good to write a journal. Otherwise, people will see him pacing back and forth with his hand settled on his chin.]

Hardware store
[Olivier showed him the wonder of hand guns. Even though he's not really wanting to use one, it would be good to have some kind of weapon. Too bad he's a minor.]

Look, I just require one of these guns. It is for....MY father. He's very sick and....oh just forget it.

[He will be standing off to the side in the store glaring over at the drone handling the front. Maybe he could steal one.]

Anywhere in Town
[Just walking around really. But the magic of tripping happens and he almost bowls into someone, maybe that's you.]

I apologize, I lost my footing...

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Does he not have magic like you?

[He tries to sound like his usual dead pan self, but his voice wavers at this answer. It's not something he likes to talk about.]

Yes. That is correct.

[Thankfully, Remus is rather good at sensing when he's stepping on someone's toes. Good at reading people in general, really; even if only by their wavering tone.]

Well, as I say, I can't help much... but if there is something I may assist with, feel free to ask?

[Well, glad that is over, now lets never bring it up again and get into character depth! ....~~it's totally gonna happen again.~~]

Hm, than perhaps I can help you. I am assuming you have no combat experience?

Combat? [Well, dueling was one thing... a thing he couldn't precisely do without his wand anyway.]

No, I'm afraid not.

Hm, than it would be wise to learn something here to defend yourself.

Is that an offer I hear?

Yes, it would be foolish for you not to learn at least something to defend yourself. At the current time I can show you some hand to hand combat skills. At least until I can get my hands on a few swords.

You know, I think you're right.

Alright. If you're patient enough to work with me through my natural clumsiness, I would welcome the chance to learn.

If you ever knew my brother, you would see how much patience I have.

[A shit ton really.]

All right, meet me in the park in an hour.

[Click, and he has hung up and left for the park. You better be there Remus.]

...right.

[Well, as he's not exactly been given a choice in the matter, Remus takes a moment to locate the most comfortable clothing he can manage, and then bikes to the park to meet Crown. In all honesty, he's a bit nervous. He's never had to fight beyond dueling before, and that's not precisely the most physical of activities.

It only occurs to him when he arrives, that he has no idea what Crown looks like. Context clues, though; he'll begin looking for the boy with the sword.]

[Crown is standing off on his own. He managed to procure some wooden swords somewhere. Maybe asked some drone children or something or bought them at the sword.

Otherwise, he looks around to see another boy, probably older than him and obviously taller, looking around like a lost puppy (joke totally intended by mun).

Walking quickly over to him, the fifteen year old stops abruptly in front of Remus.]

You are Remus, correct?

[Remus comes to a sudden stop as Crown steps into his path, brow rising slightly. Well, that was easy enough.]

Yes. And I presume you're Crown? [Remus offers a small smile and dismounts his bike, propping it against a nearby bench.]

Yes that is correct.

[He's suddenly shoving a wooden sword into his hand and moving a few feet back.]

I am not going to go easy on you. You will not learn that way.

[Remus stares down at his own sword for a few moments, brow lifting.]

...shouldn't I learn the basics first? Footwork or something? I've never done this before.

[Regardless, he tentatively lifts it into what he hopes is a guarding stance.]

And that is what I am going to show you. But you will not learn if I coddle you. You need to be ready for whatever this hell hole sends your way.

[He looks at the teen's stance.]

You are to rigid.

[But he's already moved up pretty quickly to Remus and has aimed his sword at his stomach.]

Standing like that makes you easier to knock over!

[Which is exactly what that blow to the stomach does. And rather effectively, at that. Wind knocked out of him, Remus lands hard on his back with an undignified yelp, head slamming hard against the grass. For a moment, he's simply staring incredulously at the sky, wondering vaguely if clouds ever have to put up with this nonsense from their friends. When he finally decides that no, of course they don't, he coughs and carefully pushes himself to his feet again.

There's a bit of a stumble before he rights himself again.]

Could you possibly show me how it's done before knocking me off my bloody feet?

[Blank stare. Jeez Lupin, why are you being such a wimp?

When Lupin gets to his feet again, Crown just kind of give him a look when he complains.]

I am showing you. Were you not watching? You must stand a little more loosely than what you were. But you should keep a firm grip on your sword. Now, again. I will even let you to come at me this time.

[He stands there, in the stance he had told Lupin to take.]

[Remus looks doubtful, but takes a moment to carefully observe Crown's stance. It's doubtful he'll actually remember it when the time comes, but damnit, he's trying.

Come at Crown. He could do that, couldn't he? He tries to imitate Crown's earlier charge, but while there's ferocity behind his attack, it lacks the grace and finesse that Crown possessed. He's aiming for Crown's unguarded thigh.]

[As he waits, he watches for what Lupin does next. When the boy finally comes at him, he's already caught wind of the attack on his thigh. He takes a step to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword and swinging his to hit Remus in the arm.]

Better, aiming for an unguarded point on the body. However, your telling your moves too soon. You must confuse your opponent by making them parry opposite of where you wish to hit them!

[Remus hisses in a sharp breath, dropping stance again to rub smartly at his arm. Damn it all, but he's going to be sore tomorrow.

And he's kind of starting to regret agreeing to this.

Regardless, Remus isn't the sort to just give up on something. Gryffindors can be bull-headed to a fault, but it's courage -- if nothing else -- which drives them. There may be the hint of a somewhat inhuman growl just before he charges again, employing much the same tactic as before; perhaps he's simply hoping to countermand finesse with ferocity.]

[No pain, no gain Remus. He's just getting your ass ready for what's coming up.

He's kind of caught off guard by the growl, but manages to raise his sword up in time to block the blow. Needless to say it does push him back slightly.
With swords locked, well, Crown goes to give Remus a kick in the gut.]

Remember, the enemy will never play fair. Best be sure know how to fight back against it.

[Remus stumbles again, taking a few unsteady steps backward as the wind is knocked straight out of him. Again. His eyes narrow up at Crown, and he holds up a hand, coughing violently and trying to catch his breath.]

You- you know... I may-- may just not be... [Remus coughs again.] ...cut out for this.

[He's being nice here and letting you catch your breath again.]

And neither was I learning this at the age of five. But you learn to adapt. You are free to leave though. But, I doubt this town is very forgiving.

And you had someone mercilessly beating on you at the age of five, did you?

[It's few moments before Remus can manage to breathe without feeling like a knife is in his side. When he finally manages, he draws himself up again. He's not a quitter, despite how incredibly weak he appears -- and feels, to be perfectly honest.]

Do you think you could ease me into it? [Not that he's expecting Crown to concede...] Or at the very least, not hobble me.

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I know like, next to nothing about sword fighting so please bear with me.

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