week 4; that's not how you use a sword

[elemancy]

[the truth of the matter is after the last few days... noctis isn't feeling that much better.

sure, he's calmer than he was over the weekend. and sure, his hand isn't looking nearly as scraped up as it had after saturday night (though it's still bruised and a bit swollen, it's nothing noct can't handle). but even still, spending time at the watering hole didn't completely help him to ease up like it normally would.

maybe he just has some aggression he needs to let out.

and there's really very few people around noct thinks he can go to when it comes to something like wanting to spar or use... any weapon in a bit of a non-deadly fashion. so it's sara he seeks out once he's really up and about for the day.]

Hey. [he'll call for her attention casually enough when he spots her, so it's pretty unassuming.] You, uh... busy, right now?

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[elemancy]

Least one of us got lucky that way.

[it feels good for him to have a sword in his hand.]

Would've been fine with even one of mine instead of none at all.

[alcobrawlic]

Well, maybe you'll get lucky and find a sword under your pillow or something.

[ ... Weirder things have happened. ]

[elemancy]

Not sure I'd call that lucky in this place.

[like... at all. either way, it feels good to have a sword in hand again, even as he just swings it lightly a couple of times with a steady grip—enough to get a feel for the weight of the blade.]

[alcobrawlic]

I think any extra method of defending yourself here would come in handy.

[ Since we don't yet know that the Sheriff can just neatly pluck us up anyway!! But Sara keeps an eye on Noct, watching as he learns the weight-- since honestly, it's not a very light sword. ]

[elemancy]

I just get the feeling finding a sword anywhere like that is asking for trouble. Or a guilty verdict.

[he'd rather not have either of those things thrust on him right now. he just wants to get out of this alive, and get as many other people out alive as he can too.

regardless, he doesn't seem to have much issue with swinging the sword. once he gets used to the weight, it's pretty easy—the greatswords he uses back home are definitely a lot heavier than this.

at least he's not trying to throw it yet.]

[alcobrawlic]

Now, now, I'm pretty sure most of us know you well enough that we wouldn't vote for you just because you have a sword.

[ Hopefully. ]

[elemancy]

Hey, can't be too sure, right?

[he's pretty sure there are a lot people keeping at least marginally incriminating secrets by now—but he gets what she's saying.]

Not that it matters, I've got no swords. Or spears, lances, daggers... you know, anything.

[and that's not even all the types of weapons he's proficient in, whoops.]

[alcobrawlic]

... Are you proficient in all of those?

[elemancy]

Among other things, yeah.

[which is probably questionable to say in a place like this, but everyone would probably know it if they weren't power-nerfed anyway. he never kept that much a secret.

he did also mention his proficiency with firearms during a trial. so. there's that...]

[alcobrawlic]

And you're not from some sort of combat academy? [ Although every student tended to have one specialty. ]

[elemancy]

Nope. I was trained in a bunch of things, but it wasn't at a school or anything.

[though.] Some stuff I kind of just learned as I went, I guess. [like heavy machinery, but he doesn't get into the specifics on that one.]

[alcobrawlic]

... Huh. Well, it's true you learn all kinds of things outside of a school environment.

[ He was trained, though? ]

[elemancy]

Didn't really learn much in school but the normal school stuff anyway.

[he was trained! but if sara doesn't ask, he's not going to offer it up freely because he's still a bit cagey about telling people he's a combat-trained prince.]

[alcobrawlic]

[ She's not going to ask quite yet! She's just going to... sigh. ]

Well, that's about what you'd expect. I'm just sorry we don't have a spare sword lying around so we could really get some exercise in.

[elemancy]

[well, if anything—he's more willing to be open about it with her than most.]

A spare anything would've been nice. Not really into using the pistol if I don't have do. Not... really all that great for sparring, anyway.

[alcobrawlic]

Not the best, but you can actually use it to block pretty effectively.

[elemancy]

I... don't think that'd really be my strong suit. Firearms really aren't anyway.

[alcobrawlic]

I mean if you want to spar, I can probably do it with just that. At least for blocking.

[ A pause; it'd be easier if they both had swords, but... ]

Although my legs against my own sword might be a little unfair.

[elemancy]

Still seems like an uneven match.

[and he gets her reasoning, there are definitely specific weapons of his that he'd feel real weird about having used against him, even in just a spar.]

I guess there's not much we can do about it, though. It's probably better if there are less weapons around here anyway.

[even if he sure feels pretty defenseless like this. it's fine.]

[alcobrawlic]

... Do you want to borrow my sword for awhile? Like I said, I can get by with a gun if I need to.

[elemancy]

[he shakes his head. mom, pls.]

It's fine. I can too, it's just not my best. I'm not going to ask that much from you—it's your sword.