A Guarded Surprise

[tummyflowers]

Who: King Richard (tummyflowers) & Magnus Burnsides (ruffboi) & The Royal Guard!
What: Magnus and Richard have concocted a plan to train the new trainees. It's worked so well, why not try it on the other newbies?
When: This week
Where: Throughout Olympia, along several patrol routes
Warning(s): idk, maybe language and blood?


[It starts with an idea. Every great moment does, when two minds come together and realize that they can accomplish great deeds together. This is what had happened to Richard and Magnus some days ago. Now it was time for them to put that brainstorming effort to work. Since being assigned responsibility of the armory, Richard had been lending a hand in helping outfit and train some of the new recruits drawn in from the Olympian natives. They'd been young and keen lads who didn't entirely seem to grasp Richard's lessons, but they were still trying their hardest. And finally, after all the drills and strange parables of heroic valor, they were off on their first real patrols throughout the city. Richard had kindly volunteered to accompany them, even though he was very likely less equipped to do the job than they were.

Only once they were in the heart of the city did their real training begin, because Richard had enlisted the help of the swolest man he knew, a musclebound ginger with a brawny, hairy chest and an axe to match. He'd play the part of the violent criminal and give a chance to give the recruits some real hands on experience. Richard couldn't be more proud!]

OPEN PROMPT

[After some success(??) with the recruits, the two decide that it wouldn't be such a bad idea to help their fellow refugees who are equally new to the guards. It's a bit of a boring job, so something like this would surely spice things up and provide some motivation. So using his access to the patrol schedule, Richard has gone out to the city to join some of his fellow guards on their patrols all while a silent, lurking figure waits in the shadows... ready to strike.]

(tl;dr: fellow guards can have Richard show up on their normal patrols, only for Magnus to jump out and attack them! They're more than welcome to fight back and even beat up the poor guy! And yell at Richard too! It's for morale, right?)

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Closed to Richard

[ruffboi]

[With Richard nearby, to keep him from being, you know, arrested, Magnus prepares to jump right into the training. He's starting off with whichever recruit gives Richard the most trouble -- this is a friendly exercise, obviously, but also, isn't it a good way to teach some arrogant recruits a little humility and respect for their commander?

In that spirit, Magnus creeps behind the guard when he seems to be not paying attention, and puts him in a chokehold.]

If you don't want to die, defend yourself!

[This guy, rather than responding to the training as expected, looks about two seconds from pissing himself.]

[personalwar]

[ 76 is assigned to the theatre district, a route that he's become all too used to over the past weeks. Beyond the first assignment that he took from Ashti, there hasn't been anything too exciting for him to deal with when he's on the clock. Mainly petty theft, complaints about harassment of actors, people trying to sneak into shows they haven't paid for, that kind of thing.

All the same, when someone else who's assigned to the Guard (judging from the uniform and the stone on the other man's chest) approaches him, 76 goes stiff as he looks him over.

This guy isn't assigned to this area, as far as he knows, so what's he doing here? ]

What is it?

[shashka]

[ Ocelot's around the palace district, giving the newly awakened DD a tour of things. and who else does he run into but... ]

You again.

[ his tone is friendly enough, but DD is eyeing him up with suspicion. it's only when Ocelot nods to him that the dog walks up, looking to sniff at the strange man. ]

Guess I'm not just a "bit character", after all.

[ though this does feel like a bait-and-switch midboss (or submidboss, really) fight about to start. ]

[reek]

[ Really, Theon makes for a perfect target for these sorts of shenanigans. Though he’s proven himself a skilled fighter, he’s still young, not particularly imposing, and perhaps just a little too cocky for his own good. Not to mention all those times when he’s just a touch insufferable. The smirk that tugs at the corners of his mouth when Richard approaches is proof enough of that. ]

I see you’ve foregone the helmet today.

[ Which would have actually fit in really well in the theatre district. Shame. Ah, if only there were a tree nearby… ]

Have you come to make fool of yourself again, or do you intend to waste my time rather than your own?

[chaoticlootral]

[ Hey, doofuses, what's happening here. While your good friend (?) Taako had previously been hanging out kind of on the sidelines, enjoying a frozen marg and taking bets on who gets a beatdown. He'd run out of drink and patience for the whole thing earlier and wandered off, citing important appointments like washing his hair to attend to. Not that Taako has anything to do with this situation, where your good boss (?) Ashti has just come round the corner, sizing Richard up and down with a clearly disapproving look. ] Yo, what's happening here? What's up with this situation, my [ what the fuck do royal guards talk like ] good . . . fellow? Guardsman. [ Something about that voice seems a little weird though. ]

[song_of_ice]

[Despite his mind still being clouded from sleep and the new memories that filled his head, Jon pressed ahead to return to his duties. That sense of normalcy (as much as he could find here) helped remove his thoughts from Westeros and the life he once had. After having adjusted (as much as he could) to this world, it felt as though he had been torn out of it and now had to reclaim his bearings once again. Patrol was at least easy to fall back into, being no different from his work in the Night's Watch.

Richard interrupted the stream of his thoughts, the sound of him approaching catching his attention before he came into view. It felt like months since he had been here last, which would account for the rare smile he offered the strange man, quickly gone as he tried to return to work.]

What are you doing here? I thought you patrolled a different part of the city?

crawls here late | the market district

[competing]

[ not a lot of action in the market district, all things considered. sure, there's the occasional petty thief, and maybe a squabble between vendors or two, but most of the time it's pretty chill, despite the usual hustle and bustle that a busy area like the market district would incur.

given how many people come and go on a daily basis, lance doesn't even really find richard's presence all that odd or suspicious. if anything, he's sort of wondering how he'd never met the man before, though he supposes once he'd settled on the rifle with ashti, he didn't really make any efforts to find another weapon.

idly, lance wanders down the district, keeping a careful ear out for any riff-raff, but for the most part his attention's on richard, brow arched. ]

What was it you said you were looking for again?


( ooc; let me know if this works...! i can change details, otherwise c: )

crawls in here even later than lena

[punshots]

[ How lucky Prompto is, to be paired with Richard for his patrol today! Hopefully this goes a little bit better than the time he'd tried to explain video games to the man, or the time they'd talked about the blood bank, or...okay, any time they've talked, really. And - hey. It can be good for both of them, too! He's noticed Richard doesn't patrol much, so he's going to make this the best patrol ever for him. ]

-- So I said to him, "that's my steering wheel"!

[ He's in the middle of a great story, obviously, because the market district is a little dull today. Which is probably a good thing, because it means people aren't committing crimes - or they're committing them well enough they go unnoticed by Prompto. He's looking pretty relaxed, twirling his gun around in his hand like it's a baton and not a deathstick.

He glances at Richard expectantly. ]

Having a good time? Must be pretty nice to be out of the armory for awhile!