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1st Oath

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[Maybe he's been seen a few times already, or this might be the first day, but Enno's been out since the bombing helping with the rebuilding efforts and as a result learning just a tiny bit about masonry. Mostly he's just carrying things, and even if the Transports haven't noticed; the Natives sure have.

They've been hard at work too, pelting him with what vegetables they can spare, calling him names, and of course just generally insulting him. They do it because he hasn't lifted the first hand against them. He's just grim-faced and stubbornly hauling stone, brick, and metal to and from reconstruction sights, and will be doing it for at least 6 hours today. It has been longer the previous few but he has to train later. He's also not wearing armor or his swords, nor has been. He is instead wearing a double-breasted sleeveless tunic-vest, a white shirt with a lacing neck, some leather gloves, knee-high boots that some rough material pants are tucked into. It has a neat appearance to it for the most part, but that's because he was a soldier.]

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[He's had time to wash by the time his tablet camera blinks on. Enno stares at it for some time before he opens his mouth to speak. Instead of doing so, he quickly turns back to what he was doing, which involved sitting away enough from the camera to let it be seen; he is polishing the breastplate of his armor. It's not to give it a mirror shine, but so it looks nice at least. He glances at the camera a few times, trying to speak. He finally sets it down, picking up his larger sword, setting it against his shoulder so he can carefully sharpen it, and not slice into his neck.]

I apologize for the long pause, I am not a public speaker. [Enno turns the sword over so he can get started on the other side.] I thought that doing something to occupy me might help but... [A small huff] I am not a prideful man. During the bombing, I of course could not do much. I would like to ask for help in improving my sword skill, and perhaps other techniques. If anyone needs assistance, I can help, and have been, with the rebuilding. I am also a decent blacksmith. I do not want to sit idly by and be taken as easy prey, I wish to hone myself so we might eventually take the fight to them, or at least so I can better aide anyone in the next mission.

[Now Enno takes a piece of leather and carefully takes it to the edge for the final touches.] I'd also like to speak with the Initiative privately about obtaining an item from home.

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Need, ah ... someone to spar with, Enno?

I would be honored, Charles. When are you free so we may arrange a time?

That depends. What time of day do you usually prefer to train?

Usually early. It helps me to focus.

Excellent, I'm generally the same. Shall we make a regular habit of it?

Agreed, I think it would improve my day and skills greatly.

Well, then, I'll see you there.

[Modern as the city was, it wasn't a mountain, and didn't have its own supply of gems or precious metals. Which means that materials for his forging business were often hard to come by. In order to complete a job in the past, Thorin has gone into the wilderness or bartered with the natives--but since the sickness and the bombing, this was much harder to do. It became even more necessary to be creative.

If there was one very small blessing to be found in the UE's attack, it was the surplus metal left over. He moves through the wreckage of a building, like a thief in a graveyard. He already has charcoal for carbon, and he would have to look through a bog to find a pyrolusite needed for a manganese ore. But for now, he inspects the broken pieces of iron.

That's when he sees the young man, walking past with arms full of stone and metal with his chin high. Even as a native woman hurls disparaging remarks at him, as well as some vegetables. Thorin tilts his head as he comes closer.]

There are some that could never imagine a crime deplorable enough to waste food. [Hobbits, mostly. But living in exile with his people also taught him the value of saving sustenance.]

[Focusing on his work helps. It never quite helps Enno ignore the wors, or the food, but having went through this once in his life already, he can endure it. The new voice however does catch his attention, and he pauses.]

You speak true, Schvartem. I among them. [Taking that as a cue, plus he is likely another Transport, Enno comes over and places his latest burden on the ground so the other cleaners can come and do what the would with it. He then turns to address the new person, a Dwarf if his own eyes are seeing correctly.]

Do you need aid, Schvartem? [It has been some time since Enno has seen a dwarf, and then only briefly. However, he is not one for excessive curiosity, so he holds eye contact enough to be polite before he turns back to the pile to separate it some so it was less likely to fall upon someone.]

[Thorin sets his iron down once he finds that the young man is walking towards him, the line of his gaze ascending as he gets closer and he needs to look up at him, given the usual height differences.

A slight angling of his head.] You would do better to offer your assistance to a bird for flight.

[As in dwarves and metalwork: it is so inherent to their nature, they potentially come out of the womb with little pick-axes...but that's a painful thought, isn't it?

Then he glances at what he's doing.] You are a mason?

[At one time, he probably would have been annoyed, if not outright offended. As it is, Enno inclines his head and goes back to breaking the pile down. He doesn't look back yet.]

Only as much as an apprentice would be, Schvartem. I am a smith, but I was aiding in the efforts to rebuild.

[He's very much a man of the people, so of course he was going to help with the only thing he knew he could help with. So he drags wreckage from the ruins, and returns with fresh materials with which the Initiative can actually help make anew what was lost. He finally turns to address Thorin directly again.]

...Given that your people are so keen with metalwork, might I ask you to repair a greave, Schvartem?

You can talk to them directly, ask what they can do for you and all. it's not an exact science from what I understand. bringing stuff along is a gamble!

Ah...Then...

[He nods finally, his expression flat.]

Have you had any experience with this, or know someone that has? It is a somewhat vital possession...

I'm not sure. I never asked for anything they could bring through, apparently. I'd just ask the people at the transport pads directly. They'd know the most about what comes through.

Ah, thank you. I am in your debt.

May I have your name?

I'd offer, but my ability isn't something I can fight gently with. Not unless you think getting dissected is a beneficial experience for you.

Not as I am aware, Dutor Law.

[An idea occurred.]

What about working with someone against a mutual target?

You'll have to explain yourself a little better. You mean to add a third person to this fray?

Yes, Dutor Law. In a real fight, it is seldom ever simply one-on-one. I doubt that will change here.

It is also a weak point of mine.

One would think that any disadvantage would automatically translate to a weak point. How exactly would you be able to overcome this, though? Training against multiple enemies doesn't exactly help you nail the basics.

It is more that I have skills that would be suited for it, but I haven't had practice to apply them some things are better practiced in the right situation. I am also curious what the Initiative has done to my sword to 'improve' it.

I see. Well, I've got nothing to do other than work with patients. Even as a Warlord, there isn't exactly anything for me to screw with here in the first place.

So, I've got no reason to say no.

Warlord...

[He inclines his head yet again for Law. Every time they talk he has more and more to think about.]

I would be honored, Dutor Law.

It's no such honor. A 'Warlord' is a sponsored criminal, nothing more or less. [He gave the other man a brief look or irritation before looking aside.]

But, I really have to admit that I'm extremely bored.

[Emil hesitates for a moment when he first starts speaking, but he sounds confident enough once he starts up.]

I could help. I've realized lately that I need to improve myself, so we could train together.

What is your name, Fwer?

[Fwer?]

Emil Castagnier. And you?

[That's a pretty foreign-sounding name. He mumbles it a few times before answering.]

I am Colin Enno Diederich, the third, Fwer Castagnier. When would you like to spar together?

[A title? And with a name like that Emil wonders what kind of person he's talking to, not that it changes his answer.]

How is tomorrow afternoon?

Perfect, Fwer Castagnier. I will be waiting. Please do not be late.

I won't be. Thank you, and I'll see you tomorrow.

[Enno stood waiting in the training room the next day at the promised time. He was wearing his armor again, because part of keeping in shape was moving around with it. While one sword was on his hip, he held the other by the handle, letting it lean slightly so he could hold it better, this was important because he was only two inches taller than the six foot long sword.]

[It didn't take long for Emil to arrive, and honestly the sight of the swords surprised him. He wasn't that unfamiliar with huge swords after running into Decus enough times, but wow this one was longer than he was tall. Emil's sword was in its sheath on his back, meanwhile, and the weapon he'd received here - a silver ring - was on his finger. Taking that in, he wondered how Enno might fight (did he use both of those separately?) and smiled to greet him.]

I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.

[Enno gave a shake of his head-- Emil hadn't kept him waiting long at all. He also gave Emil a very small smile.]

Nein, Fwer Castagnier. I merely arrived early to find a suitable spot. Are you ready or do you need to prepare? [He then brought a hand up to his chin, debating a matter for a few beats before looking at Emil directly again.] Will we use the Sentience weapons provided by the Initiative?

[Emil blinks, then holds up his hand to show off the ring there.]

I can't, not directly. This ring is the weapon I chose here. I fight with a sword I brought from my own world, and the ring has other effects.

[Enno nods at this and holds up his sword, his other hand coming to grip the hilt as well.]

They have bestowed it upon the sword my Father gave me. However, I doubt you will see the effects unless it is necessary to use them. Now...

[He drops low,taking a stance and with all his armor looks as solid as a rock.]

Ready yourself and come at me, Fwer.

[Emil takes his own stance, noting the difference between Enno's and his own. Just from that he'd venture that his new friend fights very differently than he does - which should make this interesting. Hey, he wanted to improve.

He circles around for a moment, eying Enno carefully until he identifies what he hopes is the best potential weak spot he can find and closing in on that side, quick and rough.]

[At the same time, Enno is sizing up Emil's stance. It looks rougher than his own, but when Emil closes the distance quickly, Enno figures he can make up any deficits with pure agility. This was good for Enno's own improvement, but might prove badly for him until he learns.

As his friend tries to drive his sword home, Enno quickly brings his down, using it to block, but still hears a brief screech of steel and steel, at his side. Pushing now, Enno grunts as he works to heave the lighter foe off with brute strength before he gives a wide slash to try and create more distance with his superior reach.]

[Emil backs off quickly before he takes too bad of a hit; normally he'd rush back in as soon as he saw a chance, but without Marta's support he's been trying to be more careful. He keeps his distance from a moment, watching to see if Enno takes any further action.]

[Completing the slash, Enno brings the sword back around and locks both hands onto the hilt again, holding it up this time to thrust as he gives a brief run at Emil.

One thing that can be noticed is that his safety isn't being taken perfectly into consideration now that things are actually under way. This isn't saying that caution has been entirely thrown to the wind as Enno is careful of things like not over-extending his thrust, but his guard is decidedly broken.]

[Emil dodges, but he takes half a second to note Enno's position and confirm that what he's seeing is there. That much time is still precious, though, so he just barely dodges out of Enno's path, unfortunately leaving him in not much of a position to counterattack immediately.

He moves to adjust himself as soon as he can, moving forward to launch an attack of his own, but his defenses are shaky as well now despite a clear effort to keep his guard up.]

[There are problems for Enno as well.

Or at least should be. Certainly he may have Emil trying to scramble a defense, but with his reach, fighting in close would be much more difficult. Thankfully, Enno's sword has a bit of design made for such moments, if not intentionally. Letting go with one hand, he shifts his grip up to the unsharpened area beneath the two smaller parrying hooks and twists the weapon rather like one might a polearm. It is not his usual style, really. This much likely comes through in how awkward and hesitant the motion is. Mostly, it is to create distance again, with which he's moving for another wide slash to cut off Emil's oncoming attack. Though, through all of this, there is a small smile showing; Emil is making him have to think rather than just move through the usual motions.]

[Emil's not expecting that, so he's caught unprepared and his shaky position isn't helping any. He nearly stumbles as their blades clash, and he leaps back when he can to try and regain his balance.]

That's new.

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