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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 8, 2017 15:15:40 GMT -8
After his public performance, two things happened. The Rose’s Thorn got a little more popular, and suddenly he had a new way to make a spot of coin. Two hours each morning when the Rose’s Thorn was closed he started booking students. First, he started teaching Rabbit who admittedly couldn’t pay much. Secondly, he started teaching a blacksmith’s apprentice for a better price of steel for his bolts.
Soon enough, he realized he didn’t have enough students to fill the days. He could use someone who had potential, had desire to learn (instead of a dream to fight like Rabbit) and had enough spare coin that his skills weren’t being wasted. He was surprised when Alaro came through for a lesson, but it was a one time thing in which he was gifted an Aldori rug.
Jack was pretty sure that he had overreacted to the few requests he had. Jonathan however put out a few broadsheets advertising his newest service at the premier fighting bar in the city. It read:
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Train with the sensational duelist who defeated Alaro!
Use the same training ground the duelists at Rose’s Thorn frequent!
Learn from a combat veteran and master of various styles!
Mornings availiable on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday!
Do yourself a favor, make yourself harder to kill!
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Post by Rhemilya_Vargo on Jun 8, 2017 16:11:08 GMT -8
Rhemilya always loved field research. This week it was to be swordplay. Something she didn't think she'd ever be interested in trying. But after being kidnapped and nearly killed, it was recommended she get at least a basic understanding of combat techniques. Plus, maybe she could get into designing armor or clothing for warriors. It was beneficial for all! She'd sent a private letter to the one offering training that she wished to give it a try and that she'd meet on a saturday at noon. It seemed an appropriate hour since the temple was less busy on saturdays. Usually.
So she'd donned her temple robes and hurried off on the back of her unicorn friend Lily. Booted feet bouncing about as she rode bareback to the training grounds. She hummed softly to herself. She wore a leather satchel on her belt which contained a quill, some ink and a notebook she kept with her at almost all times. It wasn't such a long ride and as she climbed off of Lily the unicorn leaned down and gave her a gentle bump.
Rhemi gave her a playful shove, "I'll be fine. See you soon!" She waved goodbye and hurried into the training grounds. She'd opted for private training so she was happy to see there weren't any crowds. Rhemi didn't do crowds unless it was at the temple. She clasped her arms behind her back and called out, "Hello?" In her soft voice.
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gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 8, 2017 16:20:13 GMT -8
At the grounds, not far from the bar- The Rose's Thorn was a lot surrounded by timbers held on posts to create a rough fence. Some hitched their horses to the spot, but the man present, the only man present didn't have a horse- or a unicorn.
The approach of the young woman piqued his interest. The letter had said Vargo, so he figured he had to accept the student, but the temple robes had him wondering if it was such a good idea.
Jack gave her a broad grin. "Welcome!" He said with energy, "so you're Here for the training then? I'm Jack Mercer, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said offering his hand to shake. He did not bow of use such genteel gestures. This was a warrior's place. They observed different courtesies.
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Post by Rhemilya_Vargo on Jun 8, 2017 16:30:58 GMT -8
One of the younger Vargo's around, Rhemi was only at the young age of fourteen. Although she was much more mature for her age than most. She walked along quietly to the only form currently in the arena. She offered a polite note before looking down at his hand, held out to her. A handshake? How...interesting. She reached out and clasped his hand in her own. The size difference was quite obvious as she shook his hand gently and then withdrew it to clasp her hands behind her back.
"Nice to meet you Sir Mercer. I have indeed come for training. I'm Rhemilya, buuuut most people call me Rhemi." She smiled and looked around the makeshift arena for a moment. This was certainly a rather unusual place for her. She wasn't the biggest fan of getting dirty, yet here she was. She knew it was for the best though. Next time someone decided to drag her off kicking and screaming intot he distance, she'd be able to have a fighting chance at least.
"I've never done this before by the way." Heck, she'd only ever even seen a handful of weapons in use in her time in the capital. This promised to be a far different experience.
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gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 8, 2017 17:45:44 GMT -8
He nodded at her expression. The kid had a kind of subdued strength he could recognize. "Well, Rhemi- you can call me Mercer. Or Jack. But I've never been one for titles. Makes this whole thing seem more aloof than it should be. Today we're going to see just what kind of weapon you'd be best served with by testing a few things. But before we begin- I'd like to tell you a few things."
"First, you shouldn't really worry much about how often you've done it. Fighting is in everyone's blood. We've just got to find the thing that makes it sing in yours. Nothing mystical about it, just simple. Hidden. Deep. I won't bore you with any magic mumbo jumbo, because frankly..." his gaze turned to hers with a glimmer of warmth. " I don't know anything about it. I'd imagine you'd be the teacher in that kind of scenario. Instead, we'll learn to listen to your body...to the blood, and figure it out from there."
"Secondly..." he paused for a brief moment. " We won't move to steel until you're ready to cut or be cut. Training blades can leave a scar as surely as anything else. I don't want any of your family coming to kill me." He said with a grin that didn't ensure he was joking. "Instead we'll start weapon drills with a rudius. A broad 'bladed' but short wooden sword. Similar to the classical gladius. We'll see what your instincts have before you leave today."
"Now, finally- I'd like to ask you if you have any questions so far- and further, tell me what kind of athletic activity you do in your leisure."
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Post by Rhemilya_Vargo on Jun 11, 2017 18:32:07 GMT -8
It was true. Rhemilya did posess a certain strength. But not in the most common of ways. She had strength of heart and strength of mind. Physically speaking she was well...lacking. She offered a nod, "Mercer it is." She was glad he did away with the title because she did not come here to be so formal. She came here to test her mettle and do a bit of research at the same time. Simple as that. She smiled lightly and flexed her fingers curiously. Were such hands meant to even hold a weapon? She guessed she would find out.
She stifled a slight chuckle. How often she'd fought? That was rich. She'd only ever gotten in two fights. Both times with a boy who was being a bit too handsy and she'd given them both bloody noses. She nodded in understanding and raised an eyebrow, "What makes you think magic mumbo jumbo would bore me? Information is information. Plain and simple." Any information she could get her hands on was beneficial to her. But she understood what he was getting at. This was more felt than explained.
She made a sour face, "Very well. The less scars the better perhaps." She was sure if she went home patched up her mother would be furious with her and the one teaching her. She nodded her agreeance and tilted her head, "A rudius. Sounds a touch silly." She admitted. She reached up, adjusting her robes a little bit and looked around the area quietly as he offered her a chance to ask questions and what her athletic experiences were.
"No questions as of yet. As for physical activity. I do chores in the temple and occasionally go for a run. That's really about it." She bit her lip gently. While she lacked much in the way of physical activity she certainly wasn't out of shape. Not too terribly anyways.
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gender: Male
status: offline
Alias: John Raines, John Mercer
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
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Post by Jack Mercer on Jun 11, 2017 18:41:21 GMT -8
"The rudius is an old training instrument. We get the word, Rudimentary from it. A word with negative connotations, I'm sure you know. Foundational knowledge...it implies a lack of it. Now..let's consider something like stance. Take the rudius hold it in your dominate and do so as if you seek to defend or attack. Mind where your feet go, where you naturally put your weight. I'll observe, and then I will instruct." He had a rudius in his own hand too, but Jack did not assume a stance.
He spoke as she did as instructed, presuming she would. " If you have an education in magic, I would only say that I do not. Any magical, spiritual nonsense from me would be just that. Nonsense. From another, it may be sovereign scripture. I will stick to what I can teach, which is only a drop in the ocean of what you can learn. "
Pausing he took a step back, eyes shifting from left to right. " You need to lean in such a way that you feel your weight behind the sword always in response to what you must do. You will understand this in time, but for now- we must see how you naturally stand at the ready..." he took a step to her right, slowly crossing in front at the diagonal.
At his slowest functional speed he delivered a stroke of the rudius towards her upper hip, she had time to parry, to dodge- but only if she were fast enough to react. It would not allow hesitation.
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