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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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And he'd found happiness, love again. Unexpected, but full and true, and stronger than anything he would have thought possible.
Perhaps he should have felt guilty about that, should have continued to mourn, but he just... couldn't. Not anymore. Not the way he felt.
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"I wasn't expectin' it," he said after a moment, clearing his throat. "Wasn't lookin' for it, but I'm glad I found it."
More than he could say.
sorry, suze can be kinda early 1960s about some things
No worries, Wyatt's 1870, so.... XD
"Jus' what every man likes to hear," he rumbled, flashing a handsome smile.
they're winding down a bit though
She likes Wyatt, honestly likes him. She'd hoped she would get along once they talked--they were suitemates--but had mostly just come over to him in the first place to mend Bert's fences.
And that was good. She needed to have people she felt friendly to in the arena. It gave her reason to stay in control when it would be so very easy to lose herself in there.
Wrapping up?
"Well, now that we've sorted that," he smiled. "Is there something I can help ya with? Wouldn't want Max to think I was slackin' on him."
yep
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Feeling ridiculous, he did his damnedest not to grin like a fool at that, clearing his throat as he pushed off the table gestured to the throwing gallery.
"How 'bout some knife throwin'? I can pass along some tips now an' we can work on the polishin' later if ya like."
and cut!