V O I C E ★

[debtor]

[The voice on the other side of the tablet is young and vaguely male, and a little hesitant. Despite being here for months, this is is the first time he's actually tried posting to the network himself, and addressing a sizable, unseen audience, live, is somehow daunting. . . But he knows he needs to find someone, sooner rather than later, so:]

Er. Good afternoon! I'm wondering... if there is anyone here who is skilled with a sword, who would be willing to help train a beginner? I've a few months' practice already. And I don't require formal lessons, but I would appreciate a sparring partner. [ a pause, he clears his throat ]

But, if preferred, I could provide compensation for lessons...

[Though he'd rather not, it seems only prudent to offer. —And oh, right:]

Right, also, my sword is— a bit broad. And tall. And held with one hand? I don't know if that matters!

[He knows for a fact there are talented swordsmen here. One in particular comes to mind immediately, but he's not going to just ask him. And there's one or two others he could possibly wheedle lessons out of, but isn't it best to cast a wide net?

He's about to end the feed there, when he remembers one last thing: ]

And if it's all right, I have a question for those who use one of the Initiative's sentient weapons. ...How long did you train with it before it began to 'evolve'? Were the changes very drastic?

Thank you very much!

Comments

[debtor]

I won't!

[wilder]

Yes you will!

[debtor]

Maybe if you'd let it hit your soft head, it wouldn't have broken!

[ERGO everything is your fault.]

[wilder]

You'd want me to get a concussion more than pay for a new lamp?! Allen!

[debtor]

[Maybe if he ignores Kaneis, he'll actually stop talking. . .]

[wilder]

[In a whine tone] Allleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!

[Oh the ignoring game now huh? He waits about a minute before he shouts back]

Fine I'll just tell Cheria you're throwing furniture when she gets home!

[And he's heading back to his room]

[debtor]

Only because you were being disgusting!

[wilder]

Well yeah that's why you hit me, or throw something less breakable!

Goddess, do you know nothing?!

[debtor]

You want me to hit you!?

[wilder]

Well I never said I wanted that, but I'd say it's preferable to a concussion yeah!

[Okay maybe he did want to see how far he could go before you smacked him, but details!]

[debtor]

I can hit pretty hard!

[wilder]

Pleaaase, like you'd hit harder than Sheena! You're too much of a gentleman.

[debtor]

[Standing closer to the doorway because he's tired of shouting,] Are you a lady, now?

[Gentlemen don't hit girls! Boys are totally fair game, though. Right? Right.]

[wilder]

[he snorts]

Much to the disappointment of many at home, afraid not.

[But he's still sure he'll give a sissy hit]

[debtor]

What?

[Who'd be upset Kaneis isn't a woman. . .]

[wilder]

[It's a long story that is mildly traumatizing!]

Ahaha, nothing nothing.

[debtor]

[Groaning and walking away again. YOU'RE the difficult one!]

[wilder]

[Okay that's fair, he excels at being difficult]

[But he'll let Allen go with a snicker before he goes to flop on his bed to read again]