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thecapitol2014-03-15 09:29 pm
gluteus) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-15 09:29 pm
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Who| Maximus and YOU, OPEN for Mingling - All District 3 will be 'Asked' to attend, but everyone else is welcome
What| Come get Combat Training from the Cyborg Gladiator
Where| The Training Center
When| Two days after the Motorcycle Races
Warnings/Notes| Nothing so far! Maybe violence, but nothing with gore since it's just training weapons.
Maximus was a regular in the training center, but today was different. Today he had set up a good portion of the hall exactly as he wanted it - a large training mat (one of the better inventions in the last few millenia), a large rack of swords, shields, and spears. He couldn't find pilla, but spears would do well enough. The day before, he'd gone around to each of the rooms in district 3 and told them to report to the training center the next day, or face consequences. He also, however, asked Wyatt to attend, and mentioned it to anyone else he thought could use some training.
It didn't really matter who showed up, he would treat them all the same.
It took more than a day to make a soldier, but perhaps at least he could begin to get some of the tributes thinking like one.
Or maybe they would start seeing the benefit of working together.
His Sabertooth Tiger, Ferox, prowled around the edge of the training mat, watching the tributes as if one of them might make a good dinner, and occasionally coming up to rub its large head against Maximus' prosthetic leg.
[OOC note: Each tribute will be greeted, have a rough assessment of their skills taken, and then given a series of instructions for training. Trainees of a similar level will be grouped together, for team activities. Feel free to either tag in for the greeting/assessment, or create an open post for other people to tag you for mutual training.]
What| Come get Combat Training from the Cyborg Gladiator
Where| The Training Center
When| Two days after the Motorcycle Races
Warnings/Notes| Nothing so far! Maybe violence, but nothing with gore since it's just training weapons.
Maximus was a regular in the training center, but today was different. Today he had set up a good portion of the hall exactly as he wanted it - a large training mat (one of the better inventions in the last few millenia), a large rack of swords, shields, and spears. He couldn't find pilla, but spears would do well enough. The day before, he'd gone around to each of the rooms in district 3 and told them to report to the training center the next day, or face consequences. He also, however, asked Wyatt to attend, and mentioned it to anyone else he thought could use some training.
It didn't really matter who showed up, he would treat them all the same.
It took more than a day to make a soldier, but perhaps at least he could begin to get some of the tributes thinking like one.
Or maybe they would start seeing the benefit of working together.
His Sabertooth Tiger, Ferox, prowled around the edge of the training mat, watching the tributes as if one of them might make a good dinner, and occasionally coming up to rub its large head against Maximus' prosthetic leg.
[OOC note: Each tribute will be greeted, have a rough assessment of their skills taken, and then given a series of instructions for training. Trainees of a similar level will be grouped together, for team activities. Feel free to either tag in for the greeting/assessment, or create an open post for other people to tag you for mutual training.]
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"Fine. I will."
And with that he returned to Maximus to tell him that they had made their peace. It was close enough to the truth for two men who would never see eye to eye.
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So he let out a hard breath and nodded.
"Good. Then let's get to work," he said, happy to set that behind them for the present. He grabbed Cuthbert a sword. "Show me what you can do with it."
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"I can hurt myself with it, of that I'm quite certain."
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"That is not exactly a difficult proposition," He murmured. "Take a fighting stance," He said, before grabbing his own sword to demonstrate one.
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"Then put them up, let me see what you can do."
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He set down the sword, and readied himself - his own stance much less like a boxer. He was accustomed to fighting with weapons, not without, so he kept his hands almost nearly at his waist, rather then up at his face.
"What I can do?" Maximus murmured. "I would have thought that was a matter of public record."
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Bert wasn't as upset as his words might have made him seem. At least, the smile was still on his face and he took a couple of experimental hits at Maximus, trying to figure out if he could defend himself properly or not.
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"What matters to me is the respect you give those who live."
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"Is that what you think of me? That I have no respect for the living? That I am just some mindless, rabid curr?"
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And apology or not, if Cuthbert didn't understand the message, Maximus wasn't going to let him off easy for it.
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Bert was too frustrated for training right now, it was a good thing he already put his sword down.
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"You can disagree with a man without dishonouring, Cuthbert. You can even find enemy in a man without taunting him, can fight and wound and kill him. We leave disrespect only for a man who deserves it."
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"I cry your pardon, I have forgotten the face of my father and brought dishonor on myself and on you."
Even if it makes no sense, it's contrite and sincere. This should be the end of it, this is the way he would apologize to his own master, back in his home.
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"... Rise, Cuthbert," He murmured in a low rumble, "The wound is forgiven."
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He would give Maximus a hug if he thought it was appropriate, instead he stands awkwardly for a second and then goes to get the sword he already abandoned.
Wrap up?
"Let's begin."
Yep! I think we're done