( open ) practice makes perfect

[winscenario]

Who: Jim Kirk & YOU!
What: Jim wants to learn how to wield a sword (and some other weapons)
When: Now-ish
Where: Temjask arena
Rating: PG-13 for possible mild violence, fighting and minor injuries


While not unfamiliar with using weapons, it's fair to say that Jim's well out of his depth here. Barring the use of magic, there's nothing even remotely resembling energy weapons, and even projectile weapons are nonexistent. He's checked out what's on offer but some of them he doesn't even recognize, and those that he does...

Well, he can't really remember ever holding a sword in his life, for instance. But he's definitely curious. He goes to the arena to train, keep his body in shape and possibly look for someone willing to spar with him, and after he's worked up some sweat, he heads out to where all those weapons are on display, looking over the selection with interest.

He picks up a sword at one point, a smaller and lighter-looking one, but not knowing what to do with it, he'll put it back down unless someone approaches or cuts in. He also walks around the training grounds, watching others use those same weapons, admiring from a safe distance at how skilled they are.

A more elaborate or showy move will no doubt get an impressed sound from him, and he tips his head at them. "That was brilliant. You're really good."

Not that he'd know the first thing, it just looked impressive.

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[winscenario]

"Every world is beautiful in its own way," he remarks. "Ours has changed a lot over the millennia. And people have changed a lot along with it, too. But that doesn't necessarily make it any more beautiful than where you come from."

[hikikomori_king]

"That much is true, I would hope." Turgon agrees, eyes softening. "Beleriand is perilous, but fair all the same. And my city still stands, despite all the grief."

[winscenario]

Beleriand sounds vaguely familiar, but Jim can't quite place his finger on it. But any mention of other places is bound to pique his interest, and that's no different here. "What happened to your city?"

[hikikomori_king]

"So far, nothing." He says. "Fortunately our preparations and cautions have held, and the ways to Gondolin remain secret, and so we live in safety. I do not know how long this will last, of course. My son-in-law Tuor has already brought warning that we should prepare for the day that our secrecy will be breached. But to date the watchers at the gates and outer passes have reported no signs of the Enemy. But what lies outside my purview I do not know, and I... cannot think it good."

[winscenario]

"I'm sorry to hear," Jim says honestly. Even with such a vague description, it sounds like his world does have some sort of conflict going on, even if it might not reach the specific city where he lives.

"Sorry," Jim offers a smile, then reaches out with his hand for a shake. "I'm Jim. Jim Kirk. Never actually introduced myself."

[hikikomori_king]

"Thank you - we do our best! Or did, I suppose. I can hardly know how things are going while I am stuck here."

Turgon blinks at the hand and grips Jim's arm in a warriors handclasp.

"Ah, that is on me, also. Turukano, at your service. Turgon, is what everyone is using though. A pleasure to meet you, Jim Kirk."

[winscenario]

That works too. Not the first time he's been greeted in different manners, and this clasp isn't a first to him either.

"Let's agree to share the blame on that," he offers, friendly and diplomatic both. "Likewise, Turgon. So, do you do a lot of sword fighting where you're from, then?"

[hikikomori_king]

"I do, yes. It is my preferred weapon, in fact. I am rather missing my blade here in truth! None of these are quite long enough."

[winscenario]

Jim purses his lips, pondering. "Can't anyone make something like it for you? Like a blacksmith or something like that."

They do have weapons here, so they must've come from somewhere.

[hikikomori_king]

I am uncertain as to if there are blacksmiths here! Most of these dropped from the sky in the early days after we arrived.

[winscenario]

Really? Hm. [ He ponders for a moment. ] Well, it doesn't hurt to ask, I guess. There are a few of us Wanderers now, so maybe one of us knows how to make weapons like that.

[hikikomori_king]

That much is true. I wish now for one of my more craft-minded kin! But I was never one for the forge myself.

[winscenario]

What are you good at, then? Aside from fighting, that is.

[hikikomori_king]

"I am the builder and architect of the family." He smiles. "Whilst a decent swordsman, I freely admit my inferiority to my father, who was the best swordsman I ever knew. And several of my cousins can best me, and have. Including my younger sister - although she favors the bow more, like our older brother."