Second Cup (like the coffee place)

[logic_and_magic]

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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[werewolfoflondon]

[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.

[logic_and_magic]

[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.

[werewolfoflondon]

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.

[logic_and_magic]

Yes. [He's pretty blunt about it.

But he sighs. Maybe he should ease up? Probably. Whatever.]

Fine, I will not leave you crippled.

[He'll just go for knocking you over and not bruising you to hell and breaking something? Is that okay with you, Princess?

Raising his wooden sword again he looks to Remus.]

Come at me again. Loosen your stance up a bit, you're repeating your first mistake.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Crown, step back for a moment. Look at your life. Look at your choices. You are telling a bookish Brit to loosen up and attack you. How do you think this is going to end, exactly?

Remus doesn't understand how one is supposed to simultaneously loosen his stance and run. The two activities don't really seem to add up well in his mind.]

Oh, thank you. Incredibly sweet of you. Bloody--

[Remus sighs, grip tight on his sword again as he charges. He's trying to be loose, as Crown instructed, but aforementioned conflict of understanding leaves him with little clue how to do this. It ends up looking almost comical, with his arms flopping around a bit before he goes in for a midsection strike.]

[logic_and_magic]

[It's supposed to End well obviously. Like, gosh. You're such a wimp, even for a werewolf.

No, No, no, All wrong! Crown's just staring for a minute, kind of just going 'what the hell' inside his head as he watches Remus come at him like a rag doll.

Okay, that's not what he meant at all.

As he watches Remus take a swing at him, Crown just leans back. Now...reaaaaally watch here Remus.

See how he moves almost like water? It's graceful, as if he were taking part in a dance. He moves around Remus, taking a few side steps before standing behind the teenager, his sword at his back.]

You were moving like jello there. All right, drop your sword. It seems I need to take a different approach to this.

Thread and Jack

[sothis_rising]

[Sirius had only just been passing by when he noticed the man beating on Remus. It seemed as if there was some sort of teaching going on. Or at least there seemed to be from the sound of it. Well, if Remus was going to be taught something he owed it to the other boy to at least watch. So he leaned on the fence and watched as the other boy was sent to the floor again.]

What the hell are you doing over there, practicing how to get beaten in the face or something?

Re: Thread and Jack

[logic_and_magic]

[Hey, don't go bugging his students.]

Hm, you know Remus? More over, you think you could fare better in sword play than him?

SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus is still sprawled across the ground when he slowly lifts his head to glare at Sirius. He makes a rude gesture with two fingers, and unsteadily pushes himself to his feet again.]

Certainly feels that way. Crown, this is Sirius. He's one of my best mates.

Re: SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS

[sothis_rising]

You wish Moons.

[Sirius blew the other boy a mocking kiss.]

I'm pretty sure a trained seal could fight better then that.

[logic_and_magic]

[Just going to look from Remus to Sirius for a moment. Thankfully he missed the kissy face from Sirius to Lupin.]

Than let us see how you fare.

[He's going to take Remus's wooden sword and toss it at Sirius's feet.]

[werewolfoflondon]

[Grateful for a moment's respite, though feeling more than a little guilty for throwing Sirius under the bus, Remus pushes himself to his feet and gingerly brushes the dirt from the front of his trousers.]

No use in that, Crown. Sirius fancies himself above all that since some madwoman gave him a gun.

[sothis_rising]

[Sirius hooks his foot under the sword and kicks it up.]

Olivier's not a mad woman.

[He set himself into the proper broadsword stance, making sure to expose as little of his body as possible.]

Besides, I at least know how to use a sword. You look like a squib trying to use a fish like a wand.

[logic_and_magic]

[Crown looks between Sirius and Remus of this mad woman.]

Olivier? In any case if he believes as such than he would be foolish.

[Well whatever, Sirius is taking up the sword.]

Really now? Care to show the class than?

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus raises his hands and steps well-away from between the two of them.]

Please, I think I need a moment anyway.

[sothis_rising]

You're surprisingly more of an ass then I am.

[Sirius observed as he set his stance. While he usually was one to make the first move he decided to hang back and wait.]

That's not a compliment.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Graceful. Dancing. There exists a list somewhere, perhaps only in Remus' own mind, that enumerates Things of Which Remus Lupin is Undoubtedly Capable. 'Grace' and 'dancing' are not included on said list.

Regardless, Remus sighs heavily and drops the wooden sword, eyeing it like the traitor it is before taking a step closer to Crown.]

A different approach? You mean I haven't proven myself useless already?

[logic_and_magic]

Yes, you are hopeless with a sword so far.

[Sorry it's true, but he's not apologizing.]

But with time you can learn. Now, watch myself for a moment.

[Crown is holding his sword and is now demonstrating several fluid motions, very slowly so Lupin can observe.]

You must think of the blade as an extension from your hand. It is not knife you swing about wildly and hope to hit your opponent. It is a body part now, that will cut into your foe.

[He stops and looks to Lupin.]

Now repeat those motions back to me that I just showed you.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Feeling a bit silly, Remus wrinkles his nose, and sets himself through the paces. It's certainly not fluid; jerky and awkward-looking, but clearly better than the jello-sword routine he'd performed moments before.]

Is this better?

[logic_and_magic]

No, you are close though.

Loosen up just a slight bit. You are too nervous about it.

[werewolfoflondon]

I feel bloody ridiculous, is why.

[Remus draws a deep breath and puts himself through the paces again. It takes a couple minutes of stubborn repetition before he finally seems to be easing into it.]

[logic_and_magic]

Well it was not ridiculous when I was knocking you over with these moves was it?

[Crown's watching now, every so often coming over to adjust how Remus is moving. But after awhile Crown see's the improvement.]

Better. Now, try to pick up the pace.

[werewolfoflondon]

[A good deal of 'picking up the pace' seems to involve sacrificing grace for speed. But another few minutes has Remus finding a rather precarious balance between the two, unsure and wavering, and still feeling utterly ridiculous.]

...you know, this is a little more what I'd been expecting when you first offered.

[logic_and_magic]

[Aaaaand we just went back to how you suck, Remus.]

You are being too timid and you are worrying too much about what others think. Block that out and focus. Your enemy will not care if you manage to keep them on their toes.

[He sighs.]

Hm, well I suppose this is how I will have to teach you until you are ready for another match.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus is starting to wince through some of the motions. He sighs and drops out of the stance again, rubbing at the back of his head.]

Sorry. I'll practice on my own, you just-- You did a bit of a number on me earlier.